Wrenching herself free from Viktor's hold, Alia displayed the cunning agility of a CIA secret agent. Casting one last contemptuous glance at Viktor, she marched straight into Anashia's room.
The moment she stepped inside, she wasted no time—spinning around, she slammed and locked the door shut. Anashia, who was leaning against the wall, was completely shocked by her sudden, reckless dominance. His crimson eyes widened in surprise.
But Alia gave him no time to process. Moving with the silence of a feline and the speed of a cheetah, she lunged forward, placing both hands on his chest, and pushed him hard onto the bed. Caught off guard, Anashia fell flat on his back. Without a hint of hesitation, Alia climbed up and sat directly on his lap.
The sudden impact of her warm, intoxicating body made the ruthless underworld figure turn completely red with intense desire. His breath hitched.
In the dim light of the room, the visual was a striking paradox—both Alia and Anashia were wearing identical black shirts and ties, looking like reflections of each other. The top buttons of Alia's shirt were already undone, her tie hanging loosely.
Alia peered down at him through her glasses, her eyes weaponizing the deadly allure of a CIA Godmother's 'Honey Trap.' With practiced fingers, she slowly untied Anashia's tie. One by one, she began undoing the buttons of his black shirt, causing the fabric to slowly slide down his shoulders.
Anashia lay hypnotized, his red eyes completely glazed with intoxication. At that exact moment, Alia placed one hand over his lips while seductively licking her own lips. Her sharp, captivating gaze and the stroke of her hand left him powerless against her whims.
Alia: (In a low, sultry whisper) "Viktor thought I would spend these 10 days as a helpless captive... but he forgets that when a predator is netted, the net becomes her ultimate weapon. Anashia... tonight, will you follow the Dark Lord's decree, or will you bow to this Godmother?"
Anashia gripped her waist tightly, his breathing growing heavier. He realized that tonight, escaping the spell of the 'Symbol of Beauty' was entirely impossible. Just as Anashia was fully prepared to surrender to her devastating allure, Alia played her ultimate CIA agent card. She wasn't going to give him what he desired so easily. Right before the moment of intimacy, Alia began a cruel, agonizing game of teasing.
She pulled her hand away from his lips but brought her body even closer to his. Instead of rushing, she used her smooth, manicured fingers to trace along the most sensitive areas of his body with a gentle, provocative touch.
Her nails lightly grazed the soft skin behind his earlobe, before moving slowly down across his exposed, pale collarbone and over his chest. This deliberate, agonizingly slow touch was testing the absolute limits of Anashia's restraint. Behind her glasses, her eyes held the sharp glint of a predator winning its game.
Alia brought her lips incredibly close to his ear, yet she didn't kiss him. She merely exhaled her hot, shallow breaths against his skin. Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of this withheld desire, Anashia couldn't take it anymore. He tightly closed his eyes in a mix of ecstasy and torment. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his hands blindly gripped the bedsheets, crushing the fabric in his fist.
Anashia: (With his eyes still closed, his voice completely strained and trembling) "Alia... stop. Don't tease me anymore... I'm losing my mind. The poison of your beauty has spread through my entire system..."
Alia lightly traced his closed eyelids with the tip of her finger. Her loosened tie brushed against his bare chest.
Alia: (Whispering with a cunning, low cadence) "Don't open your eyes, Anashia. Embrace this darkness. Viktor thought he was punishing me by handing me over to you... but he has no idea how easily the Dark Lord's greatest commander can be brought to his knees. Now tell me, whose strings will move this mansion for the next 10 days?"
Without opening his eyes, Anashia pulled her waist even tighter against him. He realized that this 'Symbol of Beauty' wasn't just alluring she was a magnificent, venomous viper, leaving him completely paralyzed without even a single bite. To avenge the humiliation of last night in the bathtub, she pulled out a sharp key ring from the pocket of her short pants. Without a shred of mercy, she inserted the key ring into his most sensitive area.
Anashia gasped, about to scream from the sharp, sudden agony, but Alia swiftly clamped her hand over his mouth. His crimson eyes flew open, wide with shock the intense desire instantly replaced by pure torment.
Alia brought her lips right against his ear, her eyes bone-chilling behind her glasses. She began speaking to him fluently in his native Russian language
Alia: (In a slow, sinister Russian whisper) "Помнишь? Точно так же ты мучил меня вчера в ванне. Теперь твоя очередь страдать." (Remember? This is exactly how you tortured me in the bathtub yesterday. Now it's your turn to suffer.)
Anashia trembled violently beneath her weight, completely crushed. But Alia wasn't done. Applying more pressure to the key ring, she barked out loudly and aggressively in Russian once more
Alia: (Shouting in fierce Russian) "Ты думал, что я просто игрушка в руках Виктора?! Я сделаю так, что ты будешь умолять меня о пощаде на коленях! Теперь этот замок принадлежит мне!" (Did you think I was just a toy in Viktor's hands?! I will make sure you beg for mercy on your knees! From now on, this lock belongs to me!)
Anashia panted heavily, sweat and tears pouring down his pale face. He finally realized that this 'Symbol of Beauty' was no ordinary captive; she was a lethal trap designed to dismantle the Dark Lord's entire empire from within. Maintaining the pressure on the key ring, Alia didn't halt her cruel, intoxicating game. She began teasing him even more one moment inflicting sharp agony with the cold metal, and the next, burning him in a hell of desire with her hot breath and smooth touch.
She lightly grazed Anashia's pale cheek with her nail and spoke once more in a sharp, mocking Russian cadence
Alia: (In Russian, with a crooked smirk )"Что случилось, великий командир? Почему ты молчишь? Тебе больно или тебе это нравится? Скажи мне, чьим приказам ты подчиняешься теперь?" (What's the matter, great commander? Why so silent? Is it painful, or are you enjoying it? Tell me, whose orders do you obey now?
This dual torment from Alia the sharp physical agony combined with extreme mental manipulation completely shattered Anashia's restraint. He could no longer maintain his facade as a ruthless Russian mobster. Overwhelmed by pain and sheer ecstasy, his true identity slipped out.
Closing his eyes tightly, sweat pouring down his face, Anashia cried out in his native Korean language
Anashia: (In broken, desperate Korean) "제발... 제발 그만해, 알리아! 내가 잘못했어... 나를 죽일 가치가 있다면 차라리 죽여줘, 하지만 더 이상 날 미치게 하지마!" (Please... please stop, Alia! I was wrong... if I'm worth killing, just kill me instead, but don't drive me crazy like this anymore!)
Hearing his hidden Korean tongue echo in the heart of Russia made Alia's eyes gleam behind her glasses. Her CIA instincts immediately locked onto the discovery. She realized that Viktor's most trusted commander held a massive, well-guarded secret about his past one that had just been stripped naked by her deadly 'Honey Trap.'
Alia leaned in further, nipping his lip, a victorious Godmother's smile playing on her face. Hearing that hidden Korean cry, Alia showed no mercy. Harnessing the cold calculation of a CIA agent, she dragged the situation even deeper into a dark, volatile trance. By then, driven by the absolute peak of friction and dominance, their identical black shirts, loose ties, and remaining clothes had been ripped away, scattering onto the floor. They were currently both completely naked, their bare skin pressed hard against one another.
Crushed under the burning heat of her body and the sharp, rhythmic agony of the key ring, Anashia felt his entire defense system crumble. Overwhelmed by the raw, untamed power of the naked 'Symbol of Beauty,' the ruthless commander literally broke down, crying out in his native Korean tongue
Anashia: (Sobbing in desperate Korean) "아아...! 제발, 알리아... 날 이렇게 파멸시키지 마... 내가 빅터를 배신하길 바라는 거야? 네가 원하는 건 뭐든지 할게, 그러니까 제발...!" (Ah...! Please, Alia... don't destroy me like this... Do you want me to betray Viktor? I'll do whatever you want, just please...!)
Watching his tears and the violent trembling of his bare chest, Alia let a demonic, victorious smirk curve her lips. She nipped his earlobe hard, responding in a heavy, authoritative Russian voice
Alia: (Growling in commanding Russian) "Мне плевать на твои слезы, Анашия! Теперь ты будешь ползать у моих ног. Твой секре트 принадлежит мне, и ты предашь Виктора, хочешь ты этого или нет!" (I don't give a damn about your tears, Anashia! From now on, you will crawl at my feet. Your secret belongs to me, and you will betray Viktor whether you want to or not!)
In the dim shadows of the room, the two naked forms remained locked in a terrifying, primal power struggle. On one side stood a Mafia Godmother's fierce vengeance and CIA agenda; on the other, a high-ranking underworld commander weeping in his native tongue. On the very first night of these 10 days, Alia made it clear that the ultimate strings of the Dark Lord's empire no longer belonged to Viktor, but were held firmly in her hands. When Alia realized Anashia was completely subdued and trapped in the psychological and physical web she had spun, she shifted the rules of the game. The agonizing teasing and the sharp sting of the key ring melted into a raw, primal, and ravenous desire. She allowed no more distance between them.
Tossing the key ring away onto the floor, she slowly but deliberately surrendered to the final momentum, completely uniting herself with a naked Anashia.
Under the weight of that profound friction, the burning embers of vengeance, and the sheer collision of their bare skin, Alia lost all control over her own voice. For a fleeting second, the stoic mask of the cunning CIA Godmother slipped away. Digging her nails deep into Anashia's bare chest, she gasped out in a wave of overwhelming ecstasy
Alia: "Ahhhhh...!"
Her sudden, sharp cry echoed against Anashia's ears. Both of their hands blindly tangled into the bedsheets, crushing the fabric. Breaking the heavy silence of the corridor, the air inside the room vibrated with their ragged breaths and the cadence of their raw intimacy.
Alia bit into his lip once more. Her glasses had already slipped away, but her gaze was laced with a dangerous, intoxicating trance