Zinnia stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the polished floor. Her eyes were wide, locked on the scene before her.
Jax had entered the dining room behind her mother. He wasn't wearing any bottoms he was naked from the waist down, his thick, veiny cock swinging heavy between his legs without a hint of shame.
Zinnia didn't understand what was happening until he looked to her mother's seat at the center of the table and dropped into it like he owned the place. Then he grabbed Jennifer's waist and yanked her down onto his lap.
In the brief angle switch, Zinnia caught a glimpse from behind her mother—Jennifer's bottom clothes were torn, ripped apart not by scissors but by some monster's claws, the fabric shredded around her thighs exposing red marks.
