Dear Diary: Lustful Temptations

Clara's POV

Dear Diary,

His words burned my ear to prove it. And before I could think, things already spiraled right out of my control.

I told myself to fight, to push him off this was wrong. But it was also the only thing that’s felt real since the day I said “I do.”

I forgot everything in that lustful moment: my husband, my vows, my duties. The only thing on my mind was Nikolai.

He smirked, his mouth inches from mine. “Then prove it.”

My pulse jumped. “Nikolai this isn't—”

He pressed closer, his body pinning me to the glass wall. His dark, sharp, familiar scent wrapped around me, drowning everything else out.

“Don't lie to me. You've thought about it, haven't you? Him upstairs, clueless. You down here, wet and needy you used to love this.”

“I haven't,” I whispered in denial but my voice shook.

“Then stop trembling… it's giving you away.”

And then, his mouth crashed against mine. Hard, ruthless. I pushed at his chest, weakly at first, but his hand soon gripped my wrist, and pinned it above my head. My protests melted into a gasp as his mouth claimed mine, demanding, taking.

“Stop… your father…” I broke away, breathless.

Nikolai's mouth brushed my ear, his voice low and cruel. “My father can't fuck you the way I can remember? Just how you like it.”

Almost taunting.

Before I could think, his hand slid under my dress, tugging my panties aside. One round push and my back hit the wall, a cry stuck in my throat. The lights from the mansion glowed across the pool. My heart skipped beats. Victor could walk out any second… What will I say if he catches us in this compromising situation?

Even though we once had a thing, this still doesn't make sense. I'm now married to his father. He shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't.

As his fingers brushed deeper, I suddenly pictured Victor's wedding ring sliding into my finger. My wedding vows replayed in my head but Nikolai's touch erased them almost immediately.

“Say it,” Nikolai growled, his fingers drawing slow deliberate circles on my clit. “Say you'd rather have me.”

Tears stung my eyes. “I… I can't…”

“Liar.”

He increased his pace, carving guilt into my skin and my body proudly betrayed me. I clung to him, shaking, as he slid his middle finger into me.

“F…uck!” I tried to bite back the moan, but it ripped out anyway.

He shoved in another finger, then another, stretching me wide. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my breath hitched Lord save me! Only that, I wanted to scream his name… not the Lord's.

For a second, I thought I heard footsteps like someone was coming towards us. I swear my heart almost jumped from my chest as Nikolai's fingers pushed deeper, pulling me away from any thought of escape.

I felt my pussy tighten around his fingers as he drove deeper a loud cry prepared to escape me but he quickly swallowed it with a kiss, his hand covering my lips.

Then I came. Hard, into his fingers.

My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm his cruel smirk burned on my skin, but I couldn’t face him. Not after he used me like that.

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” I whispered.

“No,” he leaned close, voice as bold as steel. “It was supposed to be us. Until you sold yourself to him to my father.”

“Nikolai, you don't know why I—”

“Save it, I'm no longer interested in whatever comes from your mouth,” he paused. “Especially since they're all lies.” His eyes burned colder than the night air.

“This is only the beginning, stepmother.”

He walked away, leaving me shaking, shame and desire crashing together like a storm.

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[Later That Night]

Victor's arms were draped over me when I opened my eyes his soft steady breath fanned my face… it felt safe. Unlike the last few hours— I'd returned to the room feeling like sin itself.

His eyes blinked almost immediately. “Hey sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “You came in late.”

I managed to fake a smile as guilt gnawed at me. “Yeah… I had some stuff to handle.”

Stuff? Yes. I was going to handle the rift between his son and I but I ended up being handled instead. My body ached, raw from what I'd done. Nikolai's words kept replaying in my mind, his touch, his cold accusations he wouldn't even let me explain. He never let me explain.

Victor stroked my hair tenderly. “I'm glad you're here with me.”

His kindness felt like a sharp knife, cutting deeper than Nikolai's cruelty would he keep being nice after finding out what I'd done with his son? I turned my face into his chest so he wouldn't see my eyes.

A lot of thought ran through my head at that point and for a second, I thought I wasn't going to fall asleep until I did.

I didn't know how long I slept but was woken up by a gentle knock on the door. “Who's there?”

“Good morning ma'am, breakfast is ready and the master's waiting in the dining room already.”

I answered that I'll be there in a bit and footsteps followed until I barely heard them. I swiftly made my way to the bathroom, did all my essentials and went down.

The dining room smelled of coffee and buttered toast. Victor had his eye on a paper cheerful and oblivious.

“Good morning honey,” I walked up to him, kissing his cheek.

“Morning darling, how was your sleep?” He smiled, finally taking his eyes off the paper.

“Smooth.”

Almost immediately, Nikolai walked in his scent invading the whole room. He exchanged pleasantries with his dad and sat across from me, calm as ever with that wicked smirk on.

Breakfast soon kick-started with Victor rumbling about stocks. Although I had no appetite especially being on the same table with Nikolai, I had to force myself to eat just to avoid unnecessary questions from Victor.

I felt a hand slide under the table Nikolai's hand. His finger brushed my thigh. I flinched, nearly knocking over my coffee.

Victor looked up. “You okay, darling?”

“Mm-hm.” I forced a smile. “Just… hot coffee.”

Nikolai sneered mockingly. His lips barely moved but he was audible enough for me to hear him.

“Tell him the truth, Clara. Tell him you were in my bed before his.”

I swallowed. “Please, stop.” I whispered, eyes on my plate.

He only smirked, taking his hand higher. I bit down on my lip so hard it nearly bled.

It went on like that Nikolai tempting me while his father ate with enthusiasm. I had to excuse myself before anything stupid could play out.

Later that day, while Victor was out with his business partners, I seized the opportunity to speak with Nikolai. I cornered him in the hallway. “Please Nikolai. Just listen. I didn't leave because of what you think.”

“Oh, really? But I feel I know exactly why.” His voice was ice. “You wanted more than love could buy.”

“That's not true,” I snapped. “If you'd just let me—”

“You're not worth the explanation anymore.” His words hit harder than a slap.

“At least just—”

“Clara, it's over between us you caused that and you're already married to my father. So please, whatever explanation you have now, it's not valid.” He made to walk away but I grabbed the hem of his shirt instinctively.

“Then why do you keep tempting me?” I could see his muscles tense and his eyes darkened. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me again.