Suddenly breaking the silence of the room, Viktor lifted Alia from his lap and stood straight up. Alia still had the lingering haze of sleep in her eyes; she wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck and muttered in a blurry voice, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"
Viktor held her even tighter against his chest and walked toward the window. The sound of light rain outside and the whistling wind made the atmosphere inside the room feel even more intense. Viktor pushed the curtain aside, looked out into the darkness, and smiled with satisfaction. He looked into Alia's eyes and whispered in a low voice, "I am crazy because of you, Alia. Even though this mafia empire has taught me how to rule, your presence makes me abandon all my senses. You are the only reason for this madness."
Alia rested her head on Viktor's shoulder and smiled faintly with her eyes still closed. She knew that this 'madness' of Viktor's was a manifestation of his absolute possessiveness over her. This moment seemed to distance them from all the conflicts of the outside world.Underneath his cruel and harsh gaze, an unimaginable tenderness emerged. Viktor stood Alia by the window, trapping her between his two arms. Matching the sound of the rain outside, Viktor pressed his forehead against hers. The blue glow in his eyes shone with intense emotion at that moment.
In a very low voice, yet with every word piercing deep into Alia's heart, Viktor said, "I don't know if this feeling can be called love, because there was never meant to be a place for love in my life. But after having you, I realized—you are far more precious to me than my dark empire. I love you, Alia."
Alia was left speechless by Viktor's frank confession. She knew that for a man like Viktor, uttering these three words meant surrendering his entire existence to her. Alia placed both her hands on Viktor's cheeks and replied softly, "I love you too, Viktor. Even on this destructive path of ours, you are my only refuge."Before the resonance of Viktor's confession of love could even fade, he whispered near Alia's ear, "Love is just the beginning, Alia. The night is far from over. Let's unite once again in this darkness."
Hearing Viktor's direct request, Alia was stunned for a moment. Her cheeks turned red with a mix of shyness and anger. Pushing herself slightly away from Viktor's chest, she looked into his eyes and said in a feigned tone of annoyance, "Don't you have any shame at all? Every day I see you becoming more and more ridiculous! All the time, just the same monotonous thoughts—don't you have any other work? Where have you come from, you worthless person, always stooping so low!"
At this sharp yet affectionate scolding from Alia, a faint smile appeared on Viktor's usually serious face. He knew that hidden beneath Alia's anger was a deep fondness, and this very spirit of hers only heightened Viktor's obsession. A strange seriousness descended upon Viktor's words. He moved Alia away from the window and toward a table in a dark corner of the room, where a small steel box was placed. Viktor opened the box with extreme deliberation. Inside, on velvet, lay a small glass vial filled with a transparent blue liquid.
Viktor lowered his voice and said, "Did you think I only play games with weapons and politics? This injection is a secret project of mine. It can temporarily control certain nerves in the brains of those loyal to me for a few hours—it eliminates fear and increases physical capacity manifold. But its side effects are terrifying."
Alia stared at the blue liquid with a mixture of wonder and terror. Looking into Viktor's eyes, she asked in a trembling voice, "What... what do you want to do with this? Are you going to kill people, or turn someone into your slave?"
Viktor picked up the vial, twirling it at his fingertips, and gave a cruel smile. He leaned very close to Alia and whispered, "I don't want to be immortal with this, Alia. I want my enemies to have their hearts stop from fear alone when they stand before me. And this injection is the ultimate weapon of my darkness."
Alia realized that the dark empire Viktor spoke of was not just the outside world—he had also built a terrifying death trap in his science laboratory.Viktor placed his hands on Alia's feet, as if to keep her under his control. Alia immediately tried to move away, but she felt helpless against Viktor's firm grip and his intense presence. She could not pull away completely.
Viktor pulled Alia to the very edge of the bed. Alia fell onto the bed, but Viktor was not about to let her go. In the dim light of the bed, a strange stubbornness and intoxication played in Viktor's eyes. Panting, Alia looked into Viktor's eyes, where a strange mixture of love and cruelty was at play.
Keeping his hands on her feet, Viktor whispered, "Did you think you could escape me so easily? You are mine, Alia. You are a part of me, just like every speck of dust in this dark empire of mine." Breaking the silence of the room, a tide of primitive excitement surged again. Viktor unzipped his pants without hesitation, and in an instant, their bodies merged deeply once more. A long, intense cry escaped Alia's lips "Ahhh... Viktor!"
Every movement of Viktor carried the mark of his intense possessiveness. He took control of every shudder of Alia's body. When Alia, overwhelmed by the intensity, began to cry out, Viktor pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, "Shhh... Alia, be quiet. This night is only for us; no one must know."
The scent of Viktor's intoxication was on every curve of Alia's body. The bedsheet was crumpled under the weight of their bodies, and competing with the darkness outside, this union within the room took on a destructively beautiful form. Every one of Viktor's deep touches was taking Alia to a new height, where no rules of the world, no dangers, and not even any enemies existed.Every one of Viktor's movements became even more aggressive and deep. Taking advantage of Alia's vulnerability, he pushed his manhood deeper into her. Alia's body trembled at this sudden intensity. She cried out in a pained voice, "No... no Viktor, no more!"
But for Viktor, this plea from Alia did not act as an obstacle; instead, his intensity increased manifold. Unable to control herself, Alia reached out and gripped Viktor's white shirt tightly. Her nails sank deep into the fabric of the shirt, as if she were holding onto a piece of straw to keep herself afloat.
Breaking the silence of the room, the sound of Alia's breathing grew heavier. She didn't even try to look into Viktor's eyes; she just clenched his shirt, surrendering her body to a mix of pain and intense sensation. The way Alia gripped his shirt in every fold of Viktor's body seemed to remain as an eternal witness to their destructive relationship. A mixed sound of soft moans and relief escaped from Alia's throat. In that moment of extreme intensity, when their bodies and souls had become one, Alia whispered, "Hummm... no... ahhh... okay... good boy." All of Alia's resistance washed away before Viktor's dominance, and she accepted his intense presence within her.
At that very moment, Viktor stopped his movements and, looking into Alia's eyes, asked in a low, mesmerizing, yet mafia-like cool voice, "How does it feel?"
Alia let go of Viktor's shirt, hid her face near his neck, and whispered in a muffled voice, "Don't you know, Viktor? This burning of yours is consuming me, yet bringing me back to life. You are both poison and nectar to me."
Viktor grinned, a smile that held no joy, only extreme satisfaction. He knew that tonight, Alia was completely his. Inside this dark room, far from all the dangers of the outside world, they seemed to have built a forbidden empire together, where these soft moans of Alia were the greatest proof of Viktor's victory.