Emma’s hands trembled as she locked the front door behind Jax and Marcus. Mark’s flight was landing in less than six hours. This was the last night of the final marathon before her husband returned home permanently after his extended work trip. The house still carried faint traces of normal married life: Mark’s favorite mug on the counter, family photos on the walls, the neatly made king bed upstairs where she used to sleep beside him like a loyal wife. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight the house would be claimed, marked, and ruined by the two men who now completely owned her body and mind.

Jax didn’t waste...