Xander's POV
My burly hand grabbed the back of Zara’s head and tugged her close to my lower half, her mouth close to my d**k wrapped in the towel.
“Just suck it, Zara!” I hissed.
Hector’s rage was at his peak. I was sure my soft blue eyes might be burning red in color as I looked down at my wife who was forced to be on her knees.
With a smirk, I used my free hand to take my towel off to make my hard c**k accessible to my wife.
But hardly had I untucked the towel that Zara used her clay-like hands and shoved me away.
She instantly scrambled over her feet, her fingers brushing through her ruffled hair. Her chest heaved with agitation as she drew in deep breaths.
“Ask your baby to do it, Xander,” she said, breathless.
She turned around to leave but I grabbed her wrist and spun my wife
