Emma’s blood ran cold.

Mark’s text glowed on the screen like a death sentence: *Opening the front door now

“Oh God… he’s here,” she whispered, voice breaking into a terrified whimper. Thick cum was still leaking steadily from her well-fucked pussy and asshole, her face and chest painted with drying, sticky loads. The entire bedroom reeked of sex sweat, cum, and raw lust and her husband was walking straight into the house.

Jax grabbed her throat firmly but possessively, his strong fingers squeezing just enough to remind her who was in control. His eyes were dark with lust and dangerous authority. “You’d better think fast, slut. Get him upstairs or...