Can't Hate You Enough

Clara’s POV

“Victor… what are you doing?”

He stepped inside the room and I could see confusion clearly written on his forehead. Behind me, I heard faint movement Nikolai's shoes brushing against the rug before silence swallowed it up.

By the time Victor's gaze traveled around the room, Nikolai was gone but he didn't notice the bathroom door click softly. Only I knew Nikolai had slipped out through the private balcony probably the same way he came in.

“I heard voices,” Victor said slowly, eyes narrowing just a little.

My brows fluttered nervously as I tried to look for a convincing lie but.

 “Were you on the phone?”

I forced a shaky laugh. “Oh… yes. I was on the phone with Mrs. Claire—” I said smoothly, trying to hide the tremble in my voice.

“The one you introduced me to?” He nodded in remembrance 

“Yes, she wanted to confirm the catering list for next week's gala.”

“I see…” He nodded as he stepped closer, his eyes softened when he saw my flushed cheeks. “You're trembling, sweetheart. You've been tense all night.”

I blinked so he'd noticed my discomfort earlier? I cleared my throat. “I'm fine,” I quickly said, my hands fidgeting behind me. “Just… tired, I guess. All those guests. I wanted everything to be perfect.”

Victor's voice gentled, his thumb brushing my law. “You did perfectly. Everyone was impressed, most of them kept commenting on the scholarship idea.”

I managed a small smile, but guilt pressed hard on my chest. If only he knew what had just happened if he even had the faintest idea of what's going on between me and Nikolai he'd never look at me the same again.

“I just want to be enough,” I whispered.

“You already are, my darling.” He kissed my forehead. His tone was warm with pride. “Don't stress yourself over Nikolai either. I know he can be… difficult. He's still adjusting. He's not trying to make you uncomfortable, I bet on that.”

I almost laughed at that. “Yeah… not at all.”

He didn't notice the sarcasm in my voice. “You should rest,” he said softly. “I'll join you soon.”

When he finally walked into the bathroom, my knees almost gave way as I let out a breath I never knew I was holding all along.

I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep from sobbing. My reflection in the mirror looked pale and haunted. Nikolai was becoming a ghost I couldn't exorcise.

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I took a slow bath as the day's events played all over in my head: the people, the business talks, Victor's sweetness. I smiled each time I remembered how lovely he was.

And Nikolai? He's nothing like his father well… There was a time he was also loving and extremely caring but, maybe we just weren't meant to be and now, he's sworn to himself to drain life out of me.

If seeing me unhappy would pacify him, if it'd erase the hurt my sudden disappearance caused him then I don't mind it but his pranks have to stop interfering in my marriage. I have to do something but it's not like I can make Victor chase his son away.

Hours later, the house was still. The only sound was Victor's steady breathing beside me. The moonlight fell across the bed in thin silver lines.

I'd been drifting in and out of uneasy sleep when I felt it movement. Slow, quiet, yet deliberate.

My eyes snapped open.

A shadow stood at the edge of the bed, watching me like I was some sort of prey.

“Nikolai—” I hissed, my voice barely a breath. “Get out, please.”

He didn't answer. He only looked at me with the same calm arrogance, the kind that made my skin crawl.

“Your father's here,” I whispered again, panicking. “You'll wake him up.”

His lips curved slightly. “Then be quiet.”

My pulse jumped.

“Nikolai, don't he's your father and I'm his wife, show some respect.”

He placed a finger in my lips, eyes glinting with a cruel kind of amusement. “You say that all the time.”

I tried to push him away, but he caught my wrists, pinned them against the headboard right above me. He leaned in, close enough for me to feel his breath.

“Tell me you don't want this and I swear, I'd back out.” he murmured.

“I—” the word broke apart in my throat.

“You always tell me to back off but you don't ever stop me—”

His hand slid down my thigh, and I froze.

“That says a lot, you still want me.” The tension burned so hot it made my chest ache. His words were like gasoline to the fire already burning inside me. He was right, I didn't stop him. My body betrayed me every time he touched me.

“Nikolai, please…”

He smirked. “That's not a no.”

This only fueled the flame higher.

“No, Nikolai, please—” I tried to protest, but my voice was weak and barely audible.

He silenced me with a deep, passionate kiss. I wanted to push him away, but my hands only clung to his shoulders. He tasted like the whiskey he'd been drinking earlier, and it only made me want him more.

“Hmmm, Clara,” he groaned against my lips. “You always tasted so sweet.”

I moaned, trying to resist the pull of his kiss but it was all to no avail. He was too skilled, never knew how to back down from whatever he wanted. His tongue danced with mine, fueling the fires of desire that had long been simmering beneath the surface.

With a swift movement, he carried me off the bed to the dressing table, pinning me down. His body caged mine against the dressing table, the cold surface was the direct opposite of the heat from our bodies making every nerve ending twist with anticipation.

“Nikolai, we can't your father…” I pleaded, breathless, even as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“He's not here, baby,” he whispered as he nipped at my earlobe. “He's probably counting billions in his dream right now. But even if he wasn't, he couldn't stop us. You know you want this as much as I do.”

His words were true, and I hated him for it. I hated myself even more for the way my body responded to his touch, the way my core clenched in need.

“Please, Nikolai,” I begged, my hips rocking against his, seeking friction. “Don't make me do this.”

“Shh, just let go,” his hands roamed over my curves, igniting sparks with every touch he just knows the exact buttons to touch when it comes to my body. “Let me make you feel good. You deserve it, Clara.”

His words were like a siren's call, luring me deeper into the abyss of pleas. His fingers trailed up my neck, making me shiver. Then down to the curves of my boobs and made a stop there. He squeezed them until I moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

He flicked my nipple through the layers of clothes until they hardened, begging for more.

“Oh, Nikolai…” I gasped, pushing against his hand.

He chuckled, fingers closing tighter around my flesh. “You like this, don't you?”

“Yes… more,” I begged, my hips moving in sync with his touch, searching for that explosive release I totally forgot about Victor, I didn't even give two fucks about his presence.

As he squeezed, two fingers slipped between my legs, sinking into my wet head. He pumped in and out with quick, steady strokes. My breath quickened.

“More, please…” I whimpered, squirming against his hand, desperate for more.

He let out a dark laugh that sent shivers down my spine. “You want it so bad, don't you?”

I couldn't answer. I was lost in a sensation I'd missed for so long his fingers inside me, my pussy clenching around them.

His hand left my boobs, and I felt the weight of his gaze on me before it landed on his massive dick. He freed it from his pants, and I gasped as it sprang free, big, veiny, and hot.

“Did it grow bigger in just two years?” I taunted.

“Just two years?” he raised a brow.

I giggled.

“Take it,” he growled, his eyes burning with desire. “Rub it.”

My hand obediently wrapped around his length, and I started to stroke him. Continued for almost 3 minutes until I noticed his length growing fatter in my hands I rubbed the tip against my thighs before guiding him towards my wet entrance.

“Get in there,” I whispered.

He entered me, and I moaned hard, my hand clutching his shoulder as my nails dug into his skin from the pleasure.

“Oh, God…” I breathed, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

He groaned, voice low and rough. “You're so tight… so perfect.”

He slammed into me with relentless precision, sending waves of pleasure, crashing through me. “You love this, don't you?” He whispered, lips in my ears, breath hit against my skin.

“You're still so familiar, Clara… these walls…”

He fucked me so hard, hips moving in frantic rhythm. My moans choked in my throat as I was trying not to be too loud his low groans of pleasure filled my ears.

“More, Nikolai… please…” I begged, nails digging deeper into his skin.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, hot cum filing me up. My own orgasm hit me like a wave, and I squealed, body shaking with the force of it.

We stayed like that for a moment, our body intertwined and breaths ragged. Then he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching.

“Was it good for you?” I asked, voice soft and trembling.

He didn't answer, instead he turned his back to me, starting to tuck his dick back in his pants.

I watched him, feeling a pang of sadness and frustration. “You've finally gotten what you wanted… My body,”

After the entire sinful act, the guilt gnawing at me doubled “Can you let me go now?”

His back stiffened, but he didn't turn around. “No.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you mean, no?”

“You heard me, Clara. I'm not done with you yet you have to feel the pain I felt when you left.”

“Nikolai—” I called almost in tears as I hugged myself his coldness slowly creeping into me.

“You don’t get to decide when it’s over, Clara,” he said, voice low and sharp. “I’ll be the one to decide when you’ve suffered enough.”

He left, closing the door behind him. I was left alone in my thoughts, loneliness slowly crept in.

My eyes traveled to the bed where Victor slept, snoring he looked so peaceful, unlike me.

“Is this really what I have to keep up with, Mom?”