The clock struck exactly midnight. The entire palace was drowned in a deep, suffocating silence. Under the dim, amber light of the kitchen, Alia stood alone. Tonight, her signature black shirt was gone; instead, she was wearing a large white shirt. The oversized sleeves and loose collar exposed the soft contour of her shoulders, making the radiant, crimson flush of her skin look breathtakingly intoxicating in the dead of night.
As Alia rested her hands on the kitchen counter and slid her glasses off, a dark, heavy shadow materialized from the darkness behind her. Before she could even turn, two iron arms locked securely around her waist, pulling her bare back flush against a broad, warm chest.
In the very next second, brushing her hair aside, the alpha of the underworld leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against her neck, planting a deep, possessive kiss from behind.
The heat of that sudden, intense kiss sent a violent shiver down Alia's spine. The warmth of his heavy breath and the raw pressure of his lips against her skin caused her flushed cheeks to deepen into a darker shade of crimson. The collar of her white shirt slipped even lower, baring her shoulder completely.
Alia closed her eyes, absorbing the raw intensity of the touch. She knew exactly whose dark, intoxicating hunger had driven him to corner her in the kitchen at this hour. Just as Alia tried to turn her head and was about to say something, breaking away from the heavy intoxication of that neck kiss, his iron hand swiftly moved forward and pressed firmly against her lips, covering her mouth completely.
The loose collar of her large white shirt slipped even further down her bare shoulder. With his masculine palm silencing her voice, her words remained trapped within her throat. The underworld alpha leaned his face contextually close, his hot, heavy breath brushing directly against her ear as he whispered in a deeply commanding tone
"shhhhh..."
An intense, suffocating silence descended over the dim kitchen once more. Alia's eyes widened behind her missing glasses, the radiant, crimson flush of her condition burning hotter beneath the pressure of his fingers against her skin. Following that commanding whisper, he stepped even closer to her, completely erasing any remaining distance between their bodies. Every heavy beat of his chest pressed hard against her bare back, and even through the fabric of her large white shirt, the underworld alpha could feel the searing, radiant heat of her flushed skin.
Right at that moment, hooking his leg backward, he kicked the kitchen door shut with a heavy thud.
Click.
With the turning of the lock, the kitchen was instantly cut off from the rest of the palace, transforming into a secluded, private cage. Behind that closed door, all the chaos of the mafia empire, Viktor's bloodline conspiracies with Arshona, and the Korean Dragon Lord's claims completely ceased to exist.
As the sound of the locking door echoed, Alia's gaze flickered in the dim light. She knew that inside this sealed room, no rules applied. As his hand slowly slipped away from her lips Startled by the sound of the door locking, Alia whipped around, only to freeze in sheer disbelief—there was absolutely no one there. Under the dim, flickering amber light, the kitchen was completely empty.
The masculine, warm embrace she had felt a second ago had vanished into thin air. Witnessing this eerie, ghost-like silence, Alia got terrified. Her eyes scanned the shadows frantically, but Viktor was nowhere to be found.
Her heart began to hammer against her ribs, the radiant, crimson flush of her cheeks turning pale with fear. She took a trembling step back, trying to reach for the locked door.
Right at that exact moment, a powerful hand materialized from the darkest corner and suddenly yanked her close with brutal force. Before she could even process it or scream, that familiar, dominant frame locked her in a tight, inescapable embrace from behind.
In one swift motion, the collar of her large white shirt was pulled down, exposing her neck completely. Without wasting a single second, he buried his face into her bare skin, planting an aggressive, intensely possessive kiss on her neck.
The sharp pressure of his lips and the sheer raw hunger of the touch forced a breathless, intoxicated gasp right out of her
Alia: "ahhh... Viktor...!"
But before her voice could echo past the walls of the sealed kitchen, Viktor pressed his lips flush against her ear. The heat of his heavy, dominant breath sent a violent shiver through her entire body as he whispered in a low, authoritative cadence
Viktor: "shhhhh..."
Viktor's dark, predatory game of hide-and-seek completely short-circuited Locked in the kitchen at midnight, intoxicated by the scent of her white shirt, the Dark Lord was now ready to claim his Symbol of Beauty completely in the shadows. Under the intense force of Viktor's sudden, aggressive embrace, Alia's large white shirt became completely loose, slipping off her frame.
With the top buttons already undone, the rough friction of his hands and the subtle twist of her body caused the heavy collar to slide entirely off her shoulders. The loose white fabric pooled down her smooth arms, barely catching around her slender waist.
In the dim, amber shadows of the sealed kitchen, her entirely bare back and shoulders were exposed to the Dark Lord's predatory gaze. The radiant, crimson flush of her rare condition glowed beautifully beneath her skin, setting his dangerous desires completely ablaze in the dead of night.
As Alia instinctively reached down to pull the undone shirt back up, Viktor pressed his warm chest flush against her bare back, completely cutting off her movement. Locking his iron grip around her waist over the loose fabric, he anchored her into place, making it clear that she was now entirely at the mercy of his dark, unyielding passion. Intoxicated by the scent of her undone white shirt and the searing heat of her bare back, the Dark Lord within Viktor broke through all restraint. Tightening his iron grip around her waist, he leaned contextually close to her ear and growled in a heavy, flawless Russian voice
Viktor: "Ты моя, Алия. Только моя. И ни один чертов корейский дракон не сможет забрать тебя у меня. Твоё тело, твоё дыхание... всё это принадлежит Дарк Лорду."
(Translation: You are mine, Alia. Only mine. And not a single damn Korean Dragon can ever tear you away from me. Your body, your breath... everything belongs to the Dark Lord.)
The deep, guttural vibration of his Russian words sent a violent shiver straight down her spine. The raw dominance in his tone and the possessive strength of his embrace made it clear that tonight, As the intensity of Viktor's Russian growls and the warmth of his breath against her skin sent the kitchen into a spiral of chaos, Alia desperately tried to regain her composure. Attempting to break free from his suffocating grip, she turned her head, about to speak
"Viktor, listen
Before she could finish, the sharp, unmistakable sound of her trousers being unfastened echoed in the stillness, following Viktor's predatory move. Seeing his extreme, unbridled aggression, Alia's calculated mind froze for a split second. She realized that Viktor was beyond listening; he was possessed by a primal need to claim her completely.
Alia panicked, yet she summoned her inner strength to look back at him, her voice trembling but firm
Alia: "Viktor, no! I cannot do this! Listen to me... I still have a mission to complete. I have to finish everything I started within this underworld. If you hold me back like this, all of my plans will be destroyed! I can't do it, please!"
Her eyes flashed with the lethal, stubborn determination of the CIA Godmother. She thrashed against him, trying to pull away from his iron embrace. The radiant, crimson flush of her condition burned across her cheeks, heightened by the sheer madness of the moment. But Viktor's hands remained locked around her waist like tempered steel, utterly indifferent to her mission, her plans, or any power on this earth that stood between him and his desire. The moment the word 'mission' left her lips, Viktor's hands stilled for a fraction of a second, but the Dark Lord within him didn't back down. Pressing his sharp jaw firmly against her bare shoulder, his voice dropped into a dangerously low, piercing growl
Viktor: "Which mission, Alia? In the dead of night, locked inside my own kitchen, what mission are you using as an excuse? Tell me!"
Caught in the suffocating heat of his embrace with her clothes undone, even the brilliant mind of the CIA Godmother short-circuited. Under his intense pressure, she couldn't formulate a seamless lie.
Trapped in a corner, Alia began to stammer and hesitate out of sheer panic
Alia: "I mean... it's... actually Viktor... I... I mean..."
Terrified that her true blueprint for destroying the underworld would be exposed right then and there, she averted her gaze. Desperately trying to defuse the situation, she stammered out a weak escape
Alia: "I mean... later! Let me go now..."
She made a desperate, sudden movement to wrench herself free from his iron chest and slip away into the shadows. But a dark, dangerous smirk took over Viktor's lips. Watching her stutter and try to hide her words, the Dark Lord knew instantly that his 'Symbol of Beauty' was orchestrating a massive conspiracy right under his nose and he had no intention of letting her walk away tonight.