Bree’s POV
6 PM.
I’m naked beneath the hot running shower. The warm water runs down my skin, rinsing filth off every inch of me. Zack’s mark when he clamped down on my arm…
“Hmmm.” I sigh and scrub my skin as if peeling off his mark on me.
My hand glides down my breasts, thoroughly washing up, down to my asshole…
The bedroom door opens.
“Ah…” I swallow the loud gasp that almost slips off my lips.
It's my husband.
Supposed to be him.
I should go out to jump on him, bare and hot, desperate to be bred. I should hurry up and attend to his needs… but I don't. Instead, I take my time on every part of me, curling my small hand around my full breast as I rinse off lather.
“Babe?” He sounds tired. “I’m home.”
“Welcome, dear,” I say in the most casual tone and continue my subtle m
