All Chapters of Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The Game Between Us

POV: ClaraThe sun was actually out for once, hitting the breakfast nook in a way that made the whole mansion look almost peaceful. Victor was gone for some early golf meeting with a bunch of senators, so the house was finally quiet. I sat there with my coffee, just breathing in the silence and trying to remember what it felt like to not be looking over my shoulder every five seconds.It was great until the kitchen door swung open and ruined everything. Nikolai walked in wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He didn't even look like he’d slept; his hair was a mess and his eyes were still a bit blurry. He walked straight for the fridge, probably looking for one of those gross protein shakes he drinks after he works out."Morning, stepmother," he muttered, his voice still heavy with sleep."Good morning, Nikolai," I said, keeping my eyes glued to my mug.He didn't just grab his stuff and go, though. He walked right over

Obsession In The East Wing

POV: NikolaiI was taking it out on the heavy bag, my knuckles aching even through the wraps. Every punch felt like I was trying to hit a ghost that wouldn't stay down.Henry was leaning against the squat rack, watching me with that annoying, knowing look on his face. He hadn't touched a single weight since we got here."You’re going to burst a blood vessel, Nik," Henry said, checking his watch. "And for what? You've been in this gym for two hours.""I’m working out, Henry. That’s what people do in gyms," I snapped, landing a left hook that made the bag groan."No, you’re hiding," Henry countered, crossing his arms. "You’re the world’s worst stepson, you know that? You spend more time haunting that mansion than you do at the Novarion office. It’s getting weird.""I have to keep an eye on things. My father is getting sloppy with the offshore accounts.""Is that what we’re calling it now?" Henry laughed. "Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re just hovering around Clara li

The Devil’s Game

POV: ClaraThe dinner was a total snooze fest. Victor had invited these ancient business associates over, and they spent the last hour debating the tax implications of offshore holdings. I was sitting there, nodding like a bobblehead, trying to look like the perfect, supportive wife.Under the table, I felt something warm brush against my ankle. I thought it was just a stray foot at first, but then it moved. It was Nikolai.His foot slid up my calf, his toes tracing the skin right under the hem of my silk dress. I nearly choked on my wine, my hand tightening around the glass until my knuckles were white."The Novarion Foundation is really focusing on urban renewal this quarter," I said, my voice an octave higher than usual."That's very commendable, Mrs. Draven," the sixty-year-old CEO next to me replied, oblivious to the fact that I was being mentally undressed under the tablecloth.Nikolai didn't stop. He was leaning back in his chair, sipping his scotch and looking like he was bore

A Lesson In Obedience

POV: NikolaiI was sitting in my office at the Novarion Group headquarters, staring at the door like it was about to explode. Victor had called me this morning with a "brilliant" idea. He decided Clara needed to learn the family business from the ground up, so he assigned her to be my assistant for the day.Are you kidding me? It was a total downgrade for her and a massive headache for me.The door opened, and she walked in looking like a deer in headlights. She was wearing a professional suit that looked stiff and uncomfortable, her chestnut hair pulled back so tight it looked like it hurt."I’m here for work," she said, her voice small."Great. Sit there," I said, pointing to a tiny, uncomfortable wooden chair I'd moved into the corner of the office.I didn't give her a desk. I didn't even give her a real chair. I handed her a pile of filing that was so old it was practically growing moss."I need these alphabetized, scanned, and cross-referenced by noon," I told her, not even looki

What’s Mine In The Dark

POV: ClaraI was just looking for my silk scarf. The one Victor bought me that I actually liked, which was rare. I ended up in the East Wing laundry room, wandering through rows of steam-pressed shirts and suits that cost more than a year of my life.The air was humid and smelled like expensive detergent. I was reaching for a rack when a shadow blocked the light from the hallway. I didn't even have to turn around to know it was him.Nikolai stepped into the narrow space, forcing me back against a rack of Victor’s navy blue suits. The plastic covers crinkled loudly, sounding like a warning. He looked at me with this wicked, crooked smirk that made my stomach do a backflip."Lost again, little secretary?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating through the small space."I’m looking for my scarf, Nikolai. Move.""Make me," he murmured, leaning in until his chest was brushing against mine. "You were so good at following orders yesterday. I figured you’d still be in that mindset. Sir, yes si

The Honeymoon Lie

POV: CLARAVictor stood in the driveway, his hands moving over every inch of the new vintage car he had bought that morning. “This thing is perfect,” he said. “Nikolai, you and Clara take it for a full test drive to the valley and back. I have a conference call starting in five minutes and I need the house quiet.”I opened my mouth to say I had work to finish, but Victor cut me off. “It’s decided. Go. Enjoy the car.” He kissed my cheek quickly and walked back inside without waiting for my answer.Nikolai held the passenger door open for me. I slid into the seat. The leather felt cool and the space inside the car pressed in around us. Nikolai got behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway without a word.The first ten minutes passed in total silence. I kept my hands in my lap and stared straight ahead. Nikolai drove faster than he needed to. He took the curves hard, the tires squealing just enough to make my stomach tighten. I knew he was doing it on purpose.

Tracked And Claimed

POV: Nikolai I closed the door to my private study and saw Henry already waiting in the chair across from my desk. He had a folder in his hands and his face looked serious.“Henry,” I said. “Tell me what’s going on.”He stood up. “This is not about the business. It’s about Victor’s personal security logs.”I sat down and pointed at the chair. “Sit. Show me.”Henry opened the folder and slid the papers across the desk. “Victor has been asking for daily reports on Clara. Every single day. Her calorie intake is tracked exactly. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, every snack. They log the numbers. Her sleep patterns too. Time she goes to bed, time she falls asleep, how many hours, when she wakes up. All of it.”I picked up the top sheet. The columns were filled with numbers. 1,450 calories yesterday. 7 hours 12 minutes of sleep. Notes on how much she moved during the night. I read the next page and the next. Every day for the last month.Nausea rose in my stomach. Protectiveness hit me hard. I di

Between Two Men

POV: ClaraVictor called me into his office right after breakfast. He sat behind his desk with papers spread out. “We need a new family portrait for the Novarion Group’s annual report,” he said. “The photographer arrives at noon. Make sure you are ready on time.”I stood there and nodded. “Okay. What do I wear?”“I already chose a gown for you,” he said. “It is waiting in your dressing room. The maid will help you with it.”At noon the photographer set up his equipment in the main hall. A short man with glasses and a camera on a tripod. He kept checking the lights and angles. “Everything must be perfect,” he said.The maid had laced me into the Victorian-style gown upstairs. The fabric was stiff and the boning dug into my ribs. She pulled the laces tight until I could barely take a full breath. “It is supposed to fit this way,” she told me when I complained. Now I sat in the hall and felt every inch of it pressing in.Victor took his seat in the large chair first. The photographer poi

The Rivalry He Enjoys

POV: Nikolai Victor took me to the high-end men’s club that evening. We sat in the lounge area. Cigar smoke hung in the air and the other men carried themselves with old money arrogance.Victor ordered two whiskeys and lit his cigar. “Nikolai, it is time we discuss the future.”I took a sip of my drink. “What part of the future?”He leaned back in his chair. “Legacy. Bloodlines. The Draven name has to continue. I expect a grandchild soon. It will solidify everything we have built.”I nearly choked on the whiskey. The liquid caught in my throat and I coughed hard. The thought of Clara being forced to have a child by my father made me very angry. My grip tightened on the glass until my knuckles turned white.Victor watched me. “You all right?”“Yes,” I said after I cleared my throat. “Just went down the wrong way.”He smiled around his cigar. “Think about it. Clara is young. She is healthy. A child would lock the Draven line in place. You two would make strong heirs.”I set my glass do

Eyes That Belong To Me

POV: ClaraVictor told me to spend time in the private spa before the gala. “Relax,” he said. “The therapist will be there soon.” I went downstairs and changed into the silk robe they left for me. The fabric felt cool against my skin at first. I pinned my hair up so it stayed off my neck. The therapist was late. I sat on the wooden bench in the steam room and waited. Steam filled the air and made everything damp. My robe stuck to my thighs and the curve of my breasts. Drops of water ran down my neck and between my breasts. The heat pressed into my body and made my breathing slow and deep.The door opened. Nikolai stepped inside. “I need to use the sauna,” he said. He closed the door behind him. His eyes found me right away. He did not move closer at first. He stood there and watched me through the thick steam. His gaze moved over the robe where it clung to my body. He looked at my legs, then higher, then at the skin showing at my neck.“Comfortable?” he asked. His voice sounded rough.

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