The next morning, guilt gnawed at me like a hungry beast. I barely slept after Sinclair and Cane left my room. My pussy was still throbbing from their filthy promises, but the shame was heavier. I was a married woman. A mother. From a strict religious family where divorce was unthinkable and lusting after your in-laws was pure sin.

Seth announced at breakfast that an emergency business trip had come up. He’d be gone for the rest of the week. “Take care of Jessica,” he told his father and brother dismissively, not even looking at me. “Try not to let her embarrass the family with her… appetite.”

The second his...