Alia didn't stay quiet. She gave Viktor a powerful shove and sat up on the bed. Looking him straight in the eye, she roared his full name: "Viktor Alexeyevich Demidov Stepanovich Petrov! Do you think I'm your slave?"
Viktor's eyes widened in shock. He never expected Alia to throw his entire lineage back at him with such authority. But he quickly recovered. Pulling a silk red ribbon from the drawer, he swiftly tied it around her neck.
"Ahhh!" Alia gasped as the silk touched her skin. Viktor pulled the ribbon slightly toward him, bringing her face close to his. He hummed, "Ummm... what is it, my sweet bird? Hearing my full name from your lips sounds so regal, Anastasia. But this ribbon is to remind you who you belong to. You are my Queen, and I will never let you go."Viktor's blue eyes were no longer calm; they held the primal hunger of a predator. He gave the red silk ribbon around Alia's neck a sudden, powerful pull.
Alia lost her balance and crashed directly against Viktor's stone-hard chest. The tug momentarily stole her breath, and a sharp cry escaped her lips—"Ahhhhh... Viktor!"
Her hands clawed at his broad shoulders as her heart hammered against her ribs. Viktor held her so close that there wasn't an inch of space between them. He brought his face inches from hers, refusing to loosen the ribbon. "You said I wasn't your master? Look at you, Alia—your cries, your trembling—they all say you belong to me. This ribbon isn't just fabric; it's an invisible chain binding you to me forever."
Alia closed her eyes, shivering from a mix of pain and an unknown thrill. "Viktor... you are... so cruel..." she managed to whisper. Viktor smirked, nipping at her earlobe. "Cruelty is in my blood, sweetheart. But this cruelty is reserved only for you. Because I know without this fire, you'd never realize how much you complete me." As Viktor's deep, grave voice uttered each name, the air in the room seemed to freeze into ice. Without loosening the tug on the ribbon even by a fraction, he looked directly into the pupils of Alia's eyes, using each name like a sharpened blade:
"Alia Isloma Ironova Zarin Anastasia!"
Alia forgot to breathe for a moment. Within this single string of names lay all her identities, her nobility, and her deepest secrets. When Viktor pronounced "Zarin" and "Anastasia," a strange shiver raced through her entire body. She realized that Viktor held the keys not just to her present, but to every door of her past and future.
Viktor wound the silk ribbon around his finger once more, pulling her closer. Alia's face was now mere inches from his, their breaths colliding against each other's lips. Viktor whispered:
"So many names... so many identities... but at the end of the day, on the other side of this ribbon, you belong only to me. Your 'Zarin' nobility and that 'Anastasia' fire—all of it will surrender to my cruel love tonight."
In a mix of pain and an overwhelming surge of pleasure, Alia breathed out:
"Ahhhh, Viktor... do you want to kill me? Why are you reciting all my names like this?"
Viktor paused his cruelty for a brief second, leaning his forehead against hers. Under the shadow of his massive frame, Alia was nothing but a rebellious captive. Viktor spoke in a calm yet unwavering voice:
"Not to kill you, my sweet bird. But to make you mine. I want you to feel my existence with every one of your names. From this day on, wherever you go, no matter what name someone calls you by—your heart will only feel the pull of this ribbon I've given you."
Outside, a stormy wind lashed against the palace windows, but inside the room, Alia found herself moving even closer to Viktor instinctivelyAlia could no longer hold herself back. Between the tug of the ribbon and Viktor's superhuman presence, her voice trembled. She looked deep into his eyes and called out to his two personas: "Viktor... Victor!"
In her two pronunciations lay two different pleas. The first 'Viktor' was for the cruel Mafia lord who held her captive; the second 'Victor' was for the man she was unconditionally falling for. As the ribbon tightened, a long cry escaped her—"Ahhhhh... Viktor!"
Her hands clawed at the muscles of his broad chest. She winced in pain, yet an intoxicating pull drew her deeper into his embrace. When Viktor heard his two names from her lips, a triumphant smirk played in his eyes. He whispered near her lips, "So you've realized I'm not just one man? I am your protector 'Viktor', and your destroyer 'Victor'. When you say both, it feels like my whole world is in the palm of your hand."In the heat of the moment, Viktor exerted his dominance and pushed Alia down onto the bed. Her silky hair scattered across the sheets as her eyes filled with a mix of surrender and intoxication. Viktor skillfully untied the red ribbon from her neck and loosened her dress. Alia was beyond resisting now.
As she lay completely vulnerable, Viktor descended upon her. At that moment, Alia wrapped her long legs around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer. Their union became a primal dance of power and passion. As they united (Milito hoy), a long, satisfied cry escaped her—"Ahhhhh... Viktor!"
Viktor pinned her wrists to the bed and whispered, "Do you understand now, my sweet bird? This union isn't just physical; it's a permanent seal on your soul. You are entirely mine from now on." Alia's nails dug into the muscles of his back as the storm outside faded behind the rhythm of their intense connection. Viktor moved even closer, pressing his powerful frame against Alia's. He placed a long, lingering kiss on her forehead, a gesture of deep possession. But the calm didn't last. His gaze darkened as he tilted her chin and claimed her lips with a raw, primal intensity.
As the act continued with fervor, Alia tightened her legs around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into her. A muffled cry escaped her—"Ahhhhh... Viktor! Are you... are you going to destroy me?" Viktor whispered against her ear, "Not destroy, my bird. I'm merging you into my blood. This madness is just the beginning, Anastasia." Their connection burned hotter than the storm outside, leaving a permanent mark on their souls.In that heated moment, Viktor turned Alia around, pulling her back flush against his rock-hard chest. He reached around and grasped her neck with one large, powerful hand. As his firm grip tightened slightly, a thrill shot through Alia's body. Viktor buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of deep, burning kisses.
Alia tilted her head back, gasping, "Ahhhhh... Viktor! Will you... will you not let me breathe?" Viktor whispered against her skin, "Your breath is my existence, my bird. Your neck, your body it's all in the palm of my hand. I could drown you in this addiction in an instant." He continued to shower her neck with kisses, leaving her completely paralyzed by the sensation. As Alia tried to leave the bed, exhausted by the intensity, Viktor reacted with supernatural speed. Before she could take a step, he reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling her back onto the sheets like a predator reclaiming its prey. He crawled over her, his blue eyes burning with an unquenchable thirst. He whispered against her ear, "Where are you going, my sweet bird? Our night has only just begun. My hunger is not over yet."
Alia shivered, whispering, "Ahhhhh... Viktor! I can't... won't you let me sleep tonight?" Viktor tilted her chin, letting his massive 6'8" frame press against her. "Sleep? Don't you know your body is for my pleasure now? Your attempt to escape only fuels my addiction, Anastasia. Tonight has no limits." He claimed her lips again, continuing the act with even greater intensity In the face of Viktor's relentless dominance and his arrogant act of dragging her back by her leg, Alia's fierce inner spirit suddenly flared up. Her ears burned with a mixture of insult and adrenaline. Without a moment's hesitation, she swung her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Viktor's stone-hard cheek.
The slap echoed through the silence of the room like a thunderclap. Viktor's head snapped to the side, and the red imprint of Alia's fingers bloomed vividly on his pale skin. Alia sat up on the bed, panting heavily, her eyes flashing like sparks of fire. She screamed:
"Viktor! Do you think I am your puppet? That I will just accept whatever you say or want? Don't you dare try to force your power on me!"
For a second, the air in the room stood still. Even the sound of the storm outside seemed to vanish. Alia braced herself, expecting Viktor to explode in a terrifying 6'8" giant's rage that would burn the room down. But what happened instead was beyond her wildest imagination.
Viktor slowly turned his face back toward her. There was no anger in his eyes—instead, they held a strange madness and a sense of absolute gratification. Viktor suddenly burst into a fit of deep, booming laughter. His heavy, resonant voice echoed throughout the entire room.
Still laughing, Viktor leaned back toward Alia, touching the red mark on his cheek with his fingertips. He said:
"Well done, my sweet bird! (Sabash, Janpakhi!) This is exactly the fire I wanted to see in you. This slap reminds me that my Queen is no ordinary, weak girl. Your defiance is only making me more insane for you."
Alia was left stunned. She had thought her resistance would stop him, but Viktor's cruel and mysterious smile only terrified her more. With a sudden jerk, Viktor grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, and whispered into her ear:
"The more you push me away, the more I will claim you as mine. You will have to pay the price for this slap all night long, Anastasia. The game has only just truly begun!" Viktor began muttering in deep, guttural Russian, his voice vibrating through Alia's bones. Without warning, he forcefully picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. Their union reached a peak of absolute madness.
But this time, Viktor's hunger went beyond the physical. He sank his teeth into Alia's pale neck, and as he began drinking her blood, a sharp cry escaped her. In that moment of vulnerability, Alia noticed the door was slightly ajar. Viktor's bodyguards were standing outside, witnessing everything.
Instead of stopping, Viktor looked directly at them with blood-stained lips and gave a chilling gesture. It was a clear signal: "Look, this Queen belongs only to me." Alia could only stare in shock, tears streaming down her face, as she realized she was now completely trapped in Viktor's dark, public display of obsession.