Mark’s footsteps creaked closer on the basement stairs. “Emma? Honey, you down here?”
Emma’s heart nearly exploded. She was on her knees in her honeymoon lingerie, face flushed, lips swollen, and thick c*m dripping from both her p***y and ass onto the floor. Jax and Marcus stood over her, c***s still out and glistening.
Jax moved like lightning. He grabbed Emma by the arm, yanked her to her feet, and shoved her toward the small storage room at the far end of the basement. Marcus snatched her phone and killed the lights.
“Stay quiet, slut,” Jax hissed in her ear.
They barely closed the storage room door when Mark reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Emma?” Mark called again, flipping on the main basement lights. “I swear I heard voices…”
Emma stood trembling between the two men in the d
