Later that day...

Later that day...

Olivia was alone at home, tending to the small vegetable garden, when the sound of opening doors and heavy footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Her heart jumped, leaping to her feet, hoping it was Noah coming home early, but the footsteps were too heavy, the gait too unfamiliar.

She entered and saw it was Greg, a triumphant smile on his face and a large, fresh game slung over his shoulders. The smell of the kill was strong, a mixture of blood and the forest. Greg set his hunting tools aside and dropped the dead animal on the kitchen counter. His clothes were stained with mud and blood, but there was an undeniable sense of pride in his eyes.

“Look what I brought home, Olivia. Fresh meat, straight from the forest to the table.”

Olivia hesitated for a moment, the sight of the fresh meat making her mouth water, but she remembered Noah’s warning. He had told her not to be alone with Greg, and she was inclined to agree after what he had made her do the last time they were alone.

“Thank you, Greg. It’s... impressive.”

“More than Noah ever brings back, huh?”

Olivia bristled at the jab, feeling a sudden need to protect her husband. “Noah works hard, too. He finds other things we need, not just food.”

Greg scoffed, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you enjoy eating stale bread and canned beans, more than this?" He patted the carcass on the counter. “A woman like you deserves more, Olivia. Things only I can provide, wouldn't you agree?"

Olivia couldn't deny the truth in his words. Noah was terrible at hunting, and without Greg there is basically zero chance of getting anything fresh, perhaps for the rest of their lives.

Greg moved closer to her, a sinister smile on his lips. "Perhaps then, you would be willing to show a little gratitude for what I bring to the table?"

Olivia froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she recognized the familiar look in Greg's eyes. It was a look of desire, a look of hunger that made her feel small and ****. "No," she said firmly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was a one time thing. You're lucky I didn't tell Noah about it."

Greg's smile didn't falter, and he didn't stop his advance. "Come on, Olivia. We both know you're not entirely against this, are you?" He closed the gap between them, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. His touch was gentle but insistent, his fingers trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. "Besides," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, almost predatory tone, "It's only fair for you to contribute a little something, while the men of the house risk their lives outside all day long. Maybe next time, I won't be so generous with what I catch."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat, a shiver running down her spine. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—anger, fear, and beneath it all, a dark, forbidden desire that she couldn't seem to shake. She tried to pull away, but Greg's other hand snaked around her waist, holding her in place.

"No, Greg," she repeated, her voice steadier this time. "I won't do this again. Noah would never forgive me."

"Then don't tell him. It'll be our little secret, just like last time." Greg's lips brushed against her earlobe as he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "You remember how good it felt, don't you? How I fucked your throat?" His words sent a jolt of arousal through her body, her heart pounding in her chest.

She tried to ignore the way her body was responding to his touch, the heat pooling in her core. She hated him, she reminded herself, but her traitorous body was already betraying her. As she struggled internally, Greg took her hand, guiding it toward the bulge in his pants. He pressed her palm against his growing erection, letting her feel the size and weight of it.

"See how much I want you, Olivia?" he murmured, his lips grazing the side of her neck. His words were like velvet, smooth and enticing, weaving a spell around her that she couldn't shake.

Olivia closed her eyes, trying to focus on her husband, on their love, on everything they had been through. She knew this was wrong, but the temptation was almost too much to bear. She felt powerless against Greg's advances, her will crumbling with every passing second. The feel of his hard cock throbbing against her palm was hypnotic, making her want to touch it, stroke it, even put her soft lips around it, and feel it slide deep into her throat again. She was panting now. Her nipples hardened, and wetness began to seep from between her thighs.