Chapter 1
Jake’s pov
I pushed open the back door to the house, the one that leads straight into the kitchen from the garage, expecting to find Sienna maybe starting dinner or scrolling on her phone like she usually does when I'm out running errands.
The air inside felt thick, warmer than outside, carrying this faint musky scent that hit me right away, something primal and off.
My heart picked up a beat as I stepped further in, my sneakers quiet on the tile floor, and then I heard it, her voice was low and breathy, coming from around the corner where the island counter blocks the view
"Oh god, Robert, your c**k tastes so f*****g good," Sienna murmured, her words slurring a bit like she had her mouth full, followed by this wet, slurping sound that made my stomach twist and then drop.
