The playful tension turned into intense passion. Viktor suddenly swept Alia and pushed her onto the bed, her extraordinarily long hair spreading across the white sheets. Alia tried to scramble away, but Viktor quickly grabbed her leg and pulled her back toward him. As she tried to resist, Viktor took hold of the silk ribbon around her neck and gave it a firm, deliberate tug. "Ahhh..." Alia gasped as Viktor leaned over her, his powerful frame and dragon tattoo dominating her vision. "Where are you running, Anastasia?" he whispered in his deep, gravelly voice. "On our special day, there is no escape from me."As Alia tried to stay out of Viktor's reach in her oversized black shirt and top-shorts, Viktor swiftly and decisively removed her clothing.
Suddenly finding herself exposed, Alia curled up in shyness. She desperately tried to cover her body with her extraordinarily long hair, her fair skin turning a deep shade of rose-pink from the sheer blush.
Viktor froze for a moment, captivated by her breathtaking beauty. His blue eyes burned with a deep, primal thirst. Without further delay, he unbuckled his expensive belt, the metallic click of the buckle cutting through the silence of the room.
Viktor: (In a very low, gravelly voice) "Anastasia, there is no need for shame tonight. Today, you are mine alone—the Empress of my shadow."
Viktor gently brushed aside her silken hair and leaned into her ear. Alia's heart rate reached its absolute limit. As Viktor pulled her close with his powerful, muscular frame, their intense love and longing finally united into one.
Under the magical glow of the royal bedroom, their wedding anniversary night transformed into an unforgettable saga of union. Viktor's dragon and spider tattoos seemed to come alive with every touch against Alia's skin.In that moment of deep intimacy, the heat in the room reached its absolute peak. Viktor tightly gripped Alia's waist with his powerful hands, pulling her flush against him. Alia's back arched like a bow as she desperately clawed at the white silk bedsheets with both hands, overcome by the intensity.
Her extraordinarily long hair spilled over the edge of the bed like a waterfall, cascading onto the floor. Under Viktor's commanding pull, Alia's head arched back and slightly over the edge of the mattress, making her look both vulnerable and incredibly mesmerizing.
Alia shivered at every touch, the friction of Viktor's muscular body and the sight of the dragon tattoo on his neck blurring before her eyes. A long, breathless gasp of surrender escaped her lips:
Alia: "Ahhhhh..."
Viktor leaned into her ear, his deep and gravelly voice whispering, "Anastasia, do you realize how much you belong to me? Every breath you take is now solely my right." Viktor moved even closer, the distance between their bodies vanishing completely. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her neck, sending a violent shiver through Alia's entire frame.
While Alia was lost in the magic of his touch, Viktor reached down with his powerful hands and firmly grabbed both of her legs. On Alia's fair thigh, there was an exquisitely beautiful flower tattoo—a bloom without a stem, looking as fresh as if it had just blossomed upon her skin.
Viktor pressed an intense, forceful kiss directly onto that floral ink. At the sharp, commanding pressure of his lips, a long, ecstatic cry escaped Alia's throat:
Alia: "Ahhhhh... Viktor!"
Viktor looked deep into her eyes, his voice dropping into that heavy, gravelly whisper, "Anastasia, every part of you, every tattoo... they all belong to me now. You are the Empress of my shadow."
Alia couldn't find the words to respond; she could only cling to the silk sheets even tighter. On the walls of the royal chamber, their silhouettes merged as one, as if a forbidden chapter of an ancient mafia saga was being written in the dark.The intensity reached its peak as Viktor suddenly swept Alia into his arms, holding her tightly. Overwhelmed by the raw passion and emotion, light tears trickled down Alia's flushed cheeks. Gasping for breath, she whispered into his ear, "Viktor... no more... I can't take any more." Viktor, seeing her vulnerability, softened his "Moral Gray Alpha" gaze. He held her close to his chest, letting his dragon tattoo brush against her cheek. "Alright, Anastasia," he whispered in a low, soothing voice. "No more for today. I don't want my little bird to be too exhausted." He gently laid her back onto the bed, her extraordinarily long hair fanning out across the pillows, and pulled her into his protective embrace, kissing away the tears from her eyes.The intensity of that moment finally pushed beyond the limits of endurance. As Viktor pressed one last, deep kiss onto the flower tattoo on Alia's fair thigh, she could no longer hold herself back.
In one swift motion, Viktor swept her up into his powerful arms. Alia wrapped her hands around his muscular frame, hiding her face against his chest. Overwhelmed by the raw passion and emotion, light tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, which were burning a deep, radiant crimson from shyness and desire.
Gasping for breath, Alia whispered into Viktor's ear in a soft, trembling voice:
Alia: "Viktor... no more... I can't take any more..."
Viktor paused, seeing her tear-filled eyes and trembling lips. A strange, tender affection flickered in his intoxicated blue eyes. He pulled her even tighter against his chest, as if shielding her from the entire world. The dragon tattoo on his neck brushed gently against her cheek.
Viktor: (In a very low and soothing voice) "Alright, Anastasia. No more for today. I don't want my little bird to get too exhausted."
Viktor gently laid her back onto the massive velvet bed, her extraordinarily long hair fanning out across the sheets like a waterfall. He then lay down beside her, pulling her back into his protective embrace. With absolute tenderness, Viktor used his lips to kiss away the stray teardrops lingering at the corners of her eyes.After a while, Viktor headed to the shower, leaving Alia resting in bed, wrapped only in a white bedsheet. Suddenly, Anna—Viktor's younger sister whom he respectfully calls his "Elder Sister"—walked into the room. Startled and blushing, Alia clutched the sheet tighter and stammered, "Oh... Anna! You? Actually... Viktor isn't here, he went to take a shower." Anna, seeing Alia's messy hair and the romantic atmosphere, gave a knowing smirk. "Don't be shy, little sister-in-law! I knew it was your anniversary," she teased. Alia sat huddled on the bed, listening to the sound of the shower and wishing Viktor would come out soon to save her from the embarrassment. Anna leaned against the door, a mischievous smirk on her face as she looked at the blushing Alia. "You know, little sister-in-law, our brother is actually quite girl-crazy," she teased. "Countless men and women outside are madly in love with him, waiting for just one look. But even though he's like that, he is extremely selective. He carefully chooses who he wants, and once he sets his eyes on someone, he never lets them go." Alia turned even redder, realizing that she was the one Viktor had 'chosen' so obsessively. As the sound of the shower continued, Anna's laughter filled the room, highlighting the intense but exclusive devotion Viktor has for his Empress.The bathroom door opened, and Viktor stepped out, steam swirling around him. He was shirtless, with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his muscular chest, but it was his messy, wet hair falling over his forehead that made him look breathtakingly handsome and ethereal. Anna, who looked like the female twin version of Viktor, smirked at her brother's grand entrance. "Oh! Brother, you're finally here? You look quite magical today," she teased. Viktor, wiping the water from his chin, gave her a stoic look with his piercing blue eyes. Meanwhile, Alia, still wrapped in her bedsheet, took one look at Viktor's shirtless frame and quickly looked away, her face burning with a fresh blush.The mood shifted instantly. After Viktor gestured for Alia to go take a shower, Anna confronted him. "Brother, I need to talk to you urgently about our business," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "I know you are still seeking revenge through her. But remember, I love Alia like my own sister. If anything happens to her, I won't stand by." Viktor, looking remarkably handsome with his wet hair, gave a cold, dismissive smirk. "Are you crazy?" he retorted in his gravelly voice. Even as he donned a silk robe, the tension between the siblings remained—is Viktor truly in love, or is Alia just a pawn in his dark game of vengeance?Viktor's cold blue eyes remained fixed on Anna. Adjusting his silk robe, he took a step forward, his "Moral Gray Alpha" gravity becoming even more pronounced. The sound of running water from the bathroom was the only witness to their secret conversation.
Viktor: (In a very low, sharp voice) "You are my own sister, Anna. That means you like her... but in what way? What is your purpose behind these words?"
Anna didn't look away for a single second. Crossing her arms over her chest, she answered directly, without a hint of hesitation.
Anna: "Listen, brother, it's not about her body or any physical attraction—I love Alia simply as a sister. Nothing more. I have no wrong intentions toward her."
She paused before adding, "I know how the outside world views our family. But Alia is not part of this filthy mafia world. I will protect her more than my own life, strictly as an elder sister."
Viktor calmed down slightly after hearing her clear stance. The tension in his face relaxed; he realized Anna truly respected Alia.
Viktor: (In a softer tone) "Are you actually crazy? Do you think I view her as just a toy? I know exactly what I'm doing."
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed. Sensing Alia was about to emerge, Viktor quickly gestured for Anna to end the topic immediately. But in that final moment, his eyes flared like fire again as Anna leaned in, whispering those forbidden words. Viktor's body turned as rigid as stone. Anna's sharp gaze pierced his soul, as if she had read every dark secret in his mind.
Viktor: (In a calm but bone-chilling whisper) "Anna... you are crossing a line. Remember who you are standing before. Alia is my Empress, and she belongs to me alone."
Anna stepped back, but a mysterious smirk remained on her lips. Viktor's muscular frame and the tattoos on his chest trembled with suppressed rage. Oblivious to the storm outside, Alia was still finishing her shower. Viktor pointed a warning finger at his sister.
Viktor: "Has a devil truly possessed your mind? If you say one more word implying such things about her, I will forget you are my sister."
Anna shrugged, feigning normalcy, but her sharp eyes suggested the mystery between the siblings ran much deeper. Anna reminded him of their family's enemies and the sister who had already left.
Anna: "When you are intimate with her... do you ever think of revenge? Or does Alia's magical body and her love make you forget everything?"
Viktor grabbed Anna's arm in a flash, his blue eyes burning with a dangerous "Moral Gray Alpha" rage. "How dare you interfere in my private life?" he growled. Anna only smirked, "Enemies are closer than they seem. Is the one you love going to be your destruction?"
As the shower water stopped, Viktor released her. "Enough, Anna. We are two sides of the same coin. What she knows and what I know—leave that to me. I understand everything." He gestured toward the door. "Now leave. Do not disturb my private time anymore."
Anna realized he was at his breaking point. Shrugging with her usual cunning, she said, "Ahhh... fine, brother. Stay calm. Bye!"
She waved and left, but her sharp gaze lingered on the bathroom door one last time. Viktor took a deep breath, smoothing his hair. His tattoos were still pulsing with anger. He quickly tried to mask his face, ensuring Alia wouldn't sense a trace of their family feud.