Mark had been home for five days, and the house felt like a minefield of secrets. He hugged her tighter than usual when he returned, kissing her forehead and telling her how much he missed his “sweet wife.” Emma smiled, played the part, cooked his favorite meals, and let him make gentle love to her once. She faked the orgasm like a professional. All while the heavy steel plugs Jax and Marcus had given her stayed buried deep inside, keeping the remnants of their final marathon loads locked in her womb and ass. Every time Mark touched her, she felt nothing but distant pity. The man sleeping beside her had no idea his wife was already gone.
The real Emma only came alive again when her phone buzzed with a single text from Jax: *Tonight. Basement. 1 AM. Leave the door unlocked, cumslut.*
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