The Devil’s Bargain

The days after Jimmy’s ultimatum felt like walking on broken glass. Every morning I woke up in Jax’s bed, his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, his c*m still leaking from between my legs. And every morning, the guilt hit me like a wave. I missed my children terribly. The supervised visits were painful and short. They kept asking when they could come home to Mommy’s house. I didn’t know how to answer them anymore. Jax noticed my silence. He became more attentive cooking for me, buying me expensive lingerie, f*****g me slower and deeper at night like he was trying to bind me to him emotionally as well as physically. One evening, after another difficult visit with the kids, I came home crying. Jax pulled me into the shower with him and f****d me gently under the hot water, whisp