About this book
She wore the pink dress for a blind date. Her brother took it off her and bred her instead.
hey sry not feeling it tn. rain check?
That's the text I get at eight o'clock on Valentine's Day, stood up at the best table in my brother's restaurant in a pink dress I can't afford.
I never card about the blind date. I booked table twelve for one reason: my older brother. The 36-year-old chef I've been in love with since I was eighteen. I wanted him to see me as a grown woman. I wanted him to get jealous. I wanted him to snap.
He does.
He sits down, feeds me, then corners me in the parking lot and kisses me like he's been starving for years. Then he gives me the choice.
Get in the rideshare and pretend none of this happened.
Or follow him upstairs to his loft—bare, dripping, and ready to lose my virginity to my own brother.
He's going to breed me. He's going to fill his sister unprotected until it takes. He's going to watch my belly swell with his baby and still call me his good girl while he does it over and over.
I cancel the rideshare.
All characters are 18+
(Note: This is the taboo version of my story His Valentine to Keep)