All Chapters of My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Jax’s apartment, casting long shadows across the bed where I lay tangled in his arms. My body was still sore from the night before, but the warmth of his skin against mine felt dangerously comforting. For the first time in weeks, I felt truly seen not as a wife or mother, but as a woman consumed by desire.Jax traced lazy circles on my bare back, his voice low and rough with morning gravel. “You’re quiet today, baby. Still thinking about him?”I turned to face him, my fingers brushing over the intricate tattoos on his chest. “I can’t stop. The kids… Jimmy’s message. He said if I don’t leave you, he’ll make sure I never see them again.”Jax’s eyes darkened, but his touch remained gentle as he cupped my face. “He’s scared. He knows he’s losing you. But I’m not going to let him take you or the kids away from me.” He leaned in, kissing me slowly, deeply, with a tenderness that made my heart ache. “I love you, Lily-Rose. Not just your body

The unknown message burned on my phone screen like a threat from the shadows.We know where your kids are. Stop fighting us or they disappear.My hands shook as I deleted it quickly before Jax could see. My heart pounded with pure terror. Who sent it? Jimmy in desperation? One of Jax’s enemies? Or something even darker?Jax noticed my pale face and pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice soft but edged with concern. He kissed my forehead tenderly. “You’re safe with me. I swear I’ll protect you and the kids.”I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent — leather, smoke, and safety. In that moment, despite everything, I felt loved. Truly loved in a way Jimmy had never been able to give me after the kids came.“I know,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I love you, Jax. I really do. You make me feel alive… wanted… seen.”He tilted my chin up and kissed me deeply, slowly, full of passion and emotion. “I love you

The unknown message burned into my soul like acid.Your children are at the park with their grandmother right now. Nice red shirt on the little boy. Choose wisely.My hands shook violently as I deleted it before Jax could see. Terror gripped my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. Who was watching my babies? Jimmy in a desperate attempt to scare me? One of Jax’s enemies? Or something far worse?Jax was still buried deep inside me, his thick cock slowly thrusting with loving, possessive strokes. He noticed my sudden stiffness and stopped, concern flashing across his handsome, tattooed face.“Baby, what’s wrong?” he murmured, cupping my cheek with one large hand. His thumb brushed away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “Talk to me. I’m here.”I broke. The words tumbled out between sobs as I clung to him. “Someone’s watching the kids. They sent a photo. They know exactly where they are right now. This isn’t Jimmy… it’s something worse.”Jax’s expression shifted from tender to deadl

The photo on my phone felt like a bullet to the chest.It was taken from inside Jax’s apartment me sleeping peacefully in his bed, hair spread across the pillow, completely vulnerable.Someone had been here. In our space. While we were fucking. While we were sleeping.I showed Jax the message with shaking hands. His entire body went rigid, eyes narrowing into pure murder.“Motherfucker,” he growled, grabbing the phone. He read the message twice, then immediately started making calls, his voice low and lethal. “Tank. Someone was in my apartment tonight. Check the cameras. Find out how the fuck they got past security.”While he barked orders, I curled into a ball, terror gripping me. Jax ended the call and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt.“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing my forehead repeatedly. “I promised to protect you. This will never happen again. I love you. I’ll kill whoever is doing this.”His words, filled with raw love and fury, broke somet

The next morning, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker.Jax was on the phone, pacing like a caged animal. “Bring Razor in. Alive. I want to look him in the eyes when he explains why he sold us out.”I sat on the couch, wrapped in one of Jax’s shirts, my body still sore from last night’s intense lovemaking. The bank records and the new photo still burned in my mind. The mysterious sender was getting bolder, and now Razor one of Jax’s most trusted brothers was at the center of it.Jax ended the call and came to me, pulling me into his lap. His hands were gentle as he stroked my hair.“I’m sorry you’re caught in this,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “Razor was with me for eight years. I trusted him with my life. If he’s working with Marcus… I need to know why.”I looked up at him, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. “What if he’s not the only one? What if the whole club is turning against you because of me?”Jax’s eyes softened with rare vulnerability. He cupped my face