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Chapter 39 — Christmas Morning
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2026-11-11 03:41:56
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POV: NICKThen I shift, reach one arm out under the tree."What are you doing?" she mumbles."Grabbing your second orgasm."She perks up slightly. "Oh?"I pull a small box from under the tree and hold it up, shaking it once for dramatic effect. "Technically your third gift. First was my dick. Second was my cum. This one comes with ribbon."She laughs, sitting up with that ridiculous messy hair and that after-sex haze still heavy on her cheeks. "You're unwell.""You say that like you're not the one married to me."She takes the box, teasing me with how slowly she opens it. And when she finally lifts the lid, she freezes.Inside, nestled in velvet, is a delicate silver bracelet.Simple. Elegant. Engraved with eight small words:The love of my life. Every year, baby.Her breath catches.I watch her face shift — surprise, then softness, then something like tears welling just behind her lashes."You asshole," she whispers. "You made me cry.""You're welcome," I say gently, brushing her hai
His Forbidden Claim Chapter 39 — Christmas Morning
POV: NICKSame cabin.Same snow.But everything else is different.She's standing by the fireplace in one of my old flannels — the soft, faded one she always steals. It barely covers her thighs now, thanks to the swell of her belly. Eight months in, and she still doesn't walk... she sashays. Cocoa in hand. Legs bare. Skin glowing. Hair a mess. Wedding ring catching the light as she tucks a strand behind her ear like she doesn't know she's currently destroying me.And she's humming. Off-key. To Mariah fucking Carey.And I still want to drop to my knees.I lean against the doorframe, just watching. Taking her in. Drinking every slow, domestic second of it like I've been parched all my life.My wife.My fucking wife.Married, barefoot, pregnant, sipping cocoa, and looking like the goddess of Christmas morning."I can feel you staring," she says without looking up."You're not exactly hard to look at," I murmur.She snorts into her mug. "I'm a bloated Christmas elf with swollen ankles and
His Forbidden Claim Chapter 38 — Happy Fucking New Year
POV: JESSAI might moan his name. Might scream it. Might curse the entire alphabet.He keeps going. Doesn't stop until I physically push him away.When he finally stands, his mouth is slick, his chin wet, and his eyes—Dark. Feral. Starving.He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like a man who's just finished a decadent meal and is eyeing the dessert cart."You taste better than sin," he mutters. "Fuck."I'm still panting, dress hitched up around my waist, legs trembling. "Then come get your seconds."He doesn't ask twice.He turns me around, spins me into the shelf, and the rustle of his zipper is the sexiest sound I've ever heard. His cock's out—thick, hot, heavy—and he doesn't even bother teasing. Just lines up and shoves.My gasp punches out of me, ragged and wanting."Fuck, Nick—"He fills me in one stroke, no pause, no hesitation, like he's got something to prove. And God, maybe he does. He fucks me with the fury of a man who's been denied too long and plans to make up fo
His Forbidden Claim Chapter 37 — Then Burn Me
POV: JESSAThe house is packed and loud enough to qualify as a public nuisance.Dad went all out. Caterer. Champagne tower. Playlist that swings wildly between classy jazz and club bangers like he forgot who he was halfway through planning.He's working the room with his new wife glued to his side, smiling like she just won a sweepstakes she didn't even enter.I grab a flute off a tray.Sabrina's already posted up at the bar, leaning way too close to the bartender. She sees me and does a slow, appreciative scan."Well damn," she says. "If this were a crime scene, I'd be the first suspect.""Behave," I tell her.She laughs. "You wore red velvet with a slit up to sin. I am not the problem."Fair.The dress fits like it was custom-made to start rumors. Every step reminds me I chose violence tonight. Heads turn. Whispers follow. I feel deliciously unapologetic.Then I feel that pull. That awareness.I look up and catch Nick across the room.He's leaning against the wall like he's pretendi
His Forbidden Claim Chapter 36 — Both
POV: NICKShe rolls her hips. Once. Slow. Just enough friction to make my whole body jolt."Jesus," I groan. "You're trying to kill me."Her breath fans across my cheek. "I'm trying to make a memory.""Babe, my dick is literally frozen."She gasps, mock-scandalized. "You're talking about your dick during our engagement?""It's an integral part of the package."She grins, then leans in closer, her nose brushing mine. "You're such a bastard.""You love it.""Unfortunately," she whispers. "Yeah. I do."I grip her thighs tighter, chest aching with how real this is. "So we're doing this?"She nods. "Next Christmas. Big stupid wedding. Red velvet dress. Mariah Carey screaming over the speakers."I wince. "Can we skip Mariah?""Nope. Full package, Carrington. You want this ass, you get the All I Want For Christmas remix too.""Sold," I mutter, and she crashes her mouth to mine, kiss deep and messy and everything I've been starving for.The ring box digs into my ribs.Don't care.Her tongue t
His Forbidden Claim Chapter 35 — Go Get Your Girl
POV: NICKI'm soaked, freezing, and absolutely fucking losing it.Because Sabrina said one sentence."She's at my place."And suddenly I'm running through town like a maniac in a blizzard, boots sliding on ice, coat open, scarf gone. I'm not even sure I closed the truck door. Pretty sure I left it running. Don't care.My brain's just noise.Whiteout. Heartbeat. Her name. Over and over."You're a fucking idiot," I mutter to myself, breath steaming. "You're a coward. Fix it. Now."Every gust of wind feels like it's yelling at me. Every flake that smacks me in the face feels deserved. I'm soaked to the skin and none of it matters.She's not okay. She's hurting. I did that."You're a selfish prick," I hiss, lungs burning as I push uphill toward Sabrina's building. "She trusted you. And you threw her away like a scared little bitch."I catch my reflection in a dark shop window.I look like hell. Like a man on the verge. Jaw clenched, soaked to the bone, eyes wild. Honestly? Fair.I hit the
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