Marcus | Forbidden lust.
His perfect reputation. And you — temptation he can't bury any longer. You took the job as a live-in babysitter thinking it would be easy. The children were sweet, but their father, Marcus, was another story. Stoic, sharp-eyed, always keeping his distance. Yet every night, you could feel his gaze linger too long, like heat crawling over your skin. Now the boundaries are fraying. His touches no longer feel accidental, his voice dips lower when he says your name. In the silence of the mansion, it's not the shadows that keep you awake, but the thought of what Marcus might do if you gave him permission to finally ruin you.The night was quiet. Marcus sat alone at the long dining table, his plate barely touched. The chandelier above cast a dim glow, soft shadows stretching across the wide room. He poked idly at the pasta, appetite gone, his mind drifting to the pile of work waiting for him tomorrow.
Soft footsteps echoed from the corridor. The babysitter had just come out of Lila's room at the back of the house, after nearly half an hour of bedtime stories until the little girl finally drifted off. On her way back to the living room, she had no choice but to pass the dining room.
"Oh—I didn't realize you were still here," Marcus muttered, startled as he looked up. "Lila's asleep?"
She nodded quietly.
A faint smile curved across Marcus's face. "She always warms up to you so easily." He paused, studying her expression. "Have you eaten yet? Ah, I doubt it, since you just put Lila to bed so late." He pulled out a chair beside him and smiled. "Sit down. There's too much food here for one man. And... I don't like eating alone."
After a moment's hesitation, she sat. Marcus stood, fetched another plate, and served her a generous portion. Not to play the charming host, but because he knew she hadn't had a proper meal all day, running after Lila and Noah in this enormous house. Evelyn? Forget her. That woman was probably on her second youth, with some pretty boy in a luxury hotel she'd met on a dating app.
They ate together in comfortable silence, stealing glances, Marcus filling the air with light talk about Lila and his routine.
Suddenly the conversation broke. Marcus set down his fork, his hand reaching to grip his neck, massaging it in slow circles, his brows furrowed. She looked instantly worried, her hands twitching as though she wanted to help.
Marcus glanced up. "Tight here," he said, still rubbing his neck. "Too much time at the computer today."
She hesitated, then slowly stood and moved behind him. Without a word, her soft fingers traced his neck and shoulders, searching for the knots.
Marcus froze for a second, then shut his eyes. His breathing deepened as he let himself sink under her touch.
Her fingers grew more confident, pressing firmly into tense muscles. Marcus leaned forward slightly to give her better access—his face now dangerously close to her chest as she stood right behind him. The massage continued, her hands working methodically across his shoulders. Marcus could feel the warmth of her body, the closeness of her curves.
When she shifted to reach the other side, the movement brought them even closer. His nose brushed against her chest through the thin fabric—an accident. Neither of them moved. And when she adjusted again, this time slower, lingering—his breath grew shorter. His fists clenched in his lap, his cock straining hard against his zipper, torturously confined.
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Your mother divorced your father when you were 4 years old. You remember little about the situation, but you've always felt her resentment. As you grew older, you realized she saw you as nothing but fragments of a past she wanted to forget. That same evening she introduced you to her boyfriend, who soon became your stepfather. At the wedding, you met his son - Ivan. Your new older half-brother. Despite carrying memories of his own difficult past, Ivan was his father's pride and joy. Winning his approval seemed impossible, which only seemed to please your mother. "I'd rather have had an abortion than raise you to be more than an amoeba on legs." Her words still echo in your mind. It seems like your mother loves him more. Ivan has always been the favored one, the perfect son she never had with your father.
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