Page 25 of Silent Night Temptation

I bite down on my hand, my body trembling as I try to suppress the scream building in my throat. But it’s useless. The sounds of his feasting fill the small space, mingling with the wet, desperate sounds of my body responding to him, slick and ready. Every flick of his tongue, every deep, sucking motion only pulls me further into the abyss, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure builds and builds.

And then it happens. The wave crashes over me with a force that takes my breath away, my knees nearly giving out beneath me. I come undone in his hands, my body quivering as I explode into him. The pleasure is overwhelming, so much so that I can barely think, let alone stand. His hand moves over my mouth, muffling the cries that escape me despite myself, my body trembling as I collapse into the aftershocks of the release.

But there’s no time to recover. Before I can even catch my breath, before I can begin to navigate the remnants of the pleasure still washing over me, I feel him again. This time, a different force. His cock, hard and insistent, pushes inside me with the same desperate need that had fueled his mouth. He sinks into me effortlessly, filling me up completely. I can’t help the words that tumble out of me.

“Oh… Marcus… fuck!”

The words are a breathless gasp as he thrusts into me from behind, his hand still covering my mouth, and for that, I’m grateful. I’ve lost all control, all sense of restraint, and the moans that escape me now would echo far beyond this pantry if not for his grip. He moves with a wild, untamed energy. His hips slam into me with a force that takes me apart piece by piece. I can feel everything in each thrust, his passion, his anger, and his desperation. It all pours into me, filling me over and over again. His cock pulses inside me as he takes me with an intensity that shakes me to my core.

In the haze of pleasure, something else flutters at the edge of my mind…guilt. It washes over me suddenly, sharp and intrusive, cutting through the fog of desire. I haven’t told him. I haven’t told him that Coco is pregnant, that his daughter is carrying the child of the man he despises. It’s a secret I didn’t know I’d be keeping, a burden I didn’t realize would weigh so heavily on me in this moment. And yet, I can’t bring myself to stop, to say anything. I don’t even know if it’s my place. But I know it will matter. It will matter to him when he finds out, and it will matter that I didn’t say anything.

But right now, all I can think about is him. His hands on me, his cock driving into me with a need so fierce it leaves me trembling. I want him, all of him, even in this moment of reckless abandon, even with the weight of what I’m holding inside. I want him, and for now, nothing else exists but the fire between us as he fucks me with all the power and rage he can muster.

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Marcus

December 26th, Boxing Day

I wake to a dull ache rippling through my body, each pulse a reminder of the night before. It’s Nyree’s doing, that much I know. The memory of her floods my mind, pushing aside all the bitterness from yesterday.

But not entirely. I can't forget Coco. The argument still lingers, sharp in the back of my throat. I hated bickering with her, especially with Ethan watching. That smug look of his… it fueled a rage in me that I barely kept in check. I had to escape, take a few minutes out in the outhouse just to cool off before I did something I'd regret. But when I returned for the dinner, the dinner I’d poured my energy into, he was at it again. Just the sight of him sitting there was enough to tick me off.

It boiled over when they left, Coco and him, off to bed. The thought of him touching her, being with her, eats me alive. I couldn't stop my mind from spiraling down that dark path.

Then there was Nyree. God, Nyree. She’s like a balm to every raw wound. Just her presence, the way she moves, the way she is, it shifts everything. When I’m around her, Ethan fades into nothing. She becomes all I can think about.

Last night was different. I’m not sure what sparked it, maybe the anger from earlier, maybe the frustration of knowing Coco doesn’t see him for what he is. But something lit a fire in me. When I looked at Nyree, I felt this surge, an overpowering need. I wanted her. More than I ever had before. There was no holding back. I couldn’t. It felt like she wanted me too, the same intensity mirrored in her eyes.

It was raw, overwhelming, and now, the soreness I feel is proof of what we did. I turn in bed, reaching instinctively for her, but she’s not there. I sigh, frustrated. I had asked her to stay. Nearly begged. But she wouldn’t risk it, risk Coco finding out. "I don’t want her to find out this way," she had whispered to me, her words quiet but firm.

I glance at the clock, a few minutes past seven. The pull to her room is strong, almost unbearable. Even if we can’t have the privacy, I need to see her. To lock eyes with her, if only for a moment. She has to be the first thing I see this morning.

I stretch, rising from the bed, a yawn escaping me as I loosen the stiffness from my limbs. There's a sudden hum of electricity, soft but noticeable, and the room brightens slightly. I flick on the light, a little test to see if the power’s fully returned. For a moment, the bulb shines bright and steady. I feel a small wave of relief, no more relying on the backup generator after that storm knocked everything out.

But just as I let myself relax, the light flickers. Slowly at first, then faster. A warning. And then it’s gone.

The power’s back, but not for long. I stand still for a moment, processing the situation, and then it hits me: the fuse. With the power cutting out and the house running on the backupgenerator, the sudden switch could have blown it. Just as the thought forms, I hear Coco’s voice from outside my room, distant but clear, likely coming from the living room.

“Anyone else notice that?” she calls out.

I catch the soft creak of Nyree’s door opening and their voices mixing together. I know I’ll have to face them, and the thought tugs at me in different ways.

Stepping out, I make my way to the living room. As I enter, they’re all there; Coco, Nyree, and, much to my irritation, Ethan. He’s lounging like he belongs here.

“What happened?” Nyree asks as soon as she sees me.

“It’s probably the fuse. I’ll take a look at it,” I say, heading straight for my coat. I don’t bother making eye contact, don’t want to engage. Not with Coco, not with him. Not yet.

Just as I’m pulling the coat over my shoulders, I hear his voice. “I could come along. I’m actually quite good with electrical issues.”

I freeze, the words hanging in the air. Slowly, I turn and look at him. Nyree’s eyes flicker between him and me, as do Coco’s, seemingly eager for my response.

For a second, I feel the familiar burn of anger, the kind that makes my fists tighten. But I shake my head, forcing the heat back down. “No, I’ve got it.” I turn on my heel and head out the door, making my way toward the outhouse, leaving him behind.

Better to focus on the fuse than let Ethan enrage me again.

The walk to the outhouse is brisk, but easier than it might have been, thanks to the path Nyree and I cleared the day before. The air is sharp, biting against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the heat simmering beneath the surface. When I reach the outhouse, I find the fuse exactly as I suspected, blown. Its casing is warped, the faint scent of burnt wiring still clinging to it.

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