Just as Alia was bracing herself for his next move, Viktor bypassed her defense with the terrifying agility of a predator. Shrugging off the pain in his ribs, he closed the distance between them in a flash. He didn't hurt her, but with a swift, calculated maneuver, he pinned her arms and hoisted her right over his shoulder.
Alia thrashed against his back, shouting, "Viktor! Put me down! Let me go right now!"
Viktor remained completely silent. He needed no Russian or English words; his silence was threatening enough. Carrying her effortlessly, he strode down the long corridor. The guards posted outside immediately straightened up and bowed their heads.
Passing through the grand hallways, Viktor headed straight toward his private wing a secure area where Alia normally never ventured. He kicked open a heavy oak door and tossed her onto a massive, king-sized bed.
Alia scrambled to sit up instantly, but Viktor was already looming over her. Pinning her wrists against the mattress, he spoke in that heavy, bone-chilling English voice:
"You wanted to escape your room, Alia? Fine. From now on, this is your room. And you are not leaving my sight for a single second."
Alia looked around and realized the windows here were reinforced with bulletproof glass, and the security outside was doubled. Viktor hadn't just caged her; he had locked her within his own personal territory. The harsh, authoritative demeanor vanished from Viktor's face in an instant. Being this close to Alia, witnessing her fierce defiance, had intoxicated him rather than angered him. His sinister smirk dissolved into a look of raw, unfiltered passion.
Without wasting another second, he loosened his grip on her wrists and captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss.
Alia froze initially, her body tensing up. But there was no brutal force in Viktor's kiss; instead, it was filled with an intense, desperate longing. At the touch of his lips, all of Alia's fury, resentment, and dread seemed to evaporate into thin air. Try as she might, she couldn't fight her own heart anymore. Involuntarily, her eyes fluttered shut, and she found herself responding to the depth of his kiss.
When Viktor finally pulled away, Alia was breathless, her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and emerging desire. Viktor let out a soft, genuine smile—this time, it wasn't a smirk of triumph, but one of pure adoration.
He pulled her up from the bed, settling back against the headboard and drawing her against him. Wrapping his powerful arms around her waist from behind, he rested his chin gently on her shoulder, anchoring her to his chest as if holding his entire world.
Alia melted into his warmth, letting her resistance crumble. She could feel the rapid, heavy thud of his heartbeat against her back. The very world that had felt suffocating and terrifying just moments ago suddenly transformed into a strange, secure sanctuary within his embrace. Alia realized that the only light in this Mafia Lord's dark universe was the love he held for her. An overwhelming wave of affection washed over her, a beautiful feeling she could no longer deny. As Alia completely calmed down in Viktor's embrace, her fierce, stubborn fighter persona vanished in an instant. Exhausted from all the tension, anger, and physical struggle, she simply stared up at Viktor with wide, innocent, childlike eyes. There was no fury left in her gaze—only a pure, dazed vulnerability, as if she couldn't comprehend how quickly everything had shifted.
Seeing her look so utterly helpless and soft, the ruthless Mafia Lord in Viktor melted entirely. He had never seen this side of her before.
A genuine, warm smile broke across his face. He gently tapped her flushed cheek with his finger and cooed in a soft, affectionate English tone:
"Owwww... look at you. My cute little kitten."
He pulled her even closer against his chest, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. Chuckling softly, Bangla Says he added ঠিক একটা পুতুলের মতো চোখ বড় বড় করে তাকিয়ে আছ। একটু আগে যে মেয়েটা আমাকে তায়কোয়ান্দো মুভ দেখাচ্ছিল, সে এখন কোথায় গেল, হুম?" Look at you, staring with those big doll eyes. Where did that fierce girl go, the one who was hitting me with Taekwondo moves just a minute ago, hmm?"
Alia, overwhelmed by his sudden teasing and affection, blushed furiously. She hid her face against the expanse of his broad chest. As Viktor stroked her back, a profound sense of peace washed over the room. In the freezing Moscow night, inside the safety of his private quarters, all their walls crumbled into something sweet and undeniable. Viktor's tender words and warmth had temporarily cast a spell over Alia. But the very next moment, her fierce pride and her natural instinct for independence flared back to life. She realized that if she completely lost herself in his embrace, she would permanently lose the silent war against the Mafia Lord's ultimate dominance.
Gathering her thoughts, she lifted her face from his broad chest. With a deliberate, subtle movement, she twisted away, detaching herself from his strong embrace.
Shifting a small distance away on the bed, she straightened her nightdress and tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ears. The innocent, dazed look in her eyes was gone, replaced once more by her signature resolve.
Looking directly at him, she spoke in a firm, measured English tone:
"Don't try to distract me with your charms, Viktor. Just because I let my guard down for a moment doesn't mean I've forgotten who you are, or what you're trying to do."
She slipped off the bed and walked over toward the window, turning her back to him so he couldn't read the lingering vulnerability on her face. Outside, the snow continued to fall. She reminded herself that as deeply as this man could love, he could control just as ruthlessly. And she refused to be a mere doll in his hands.
Viktor remained seated on the bed. Seeing her pull away so abruptly and reclaim her boundaries, the softness in his gaze sharpened. He didn't get angry; instead, that familiar, enigmatic smirk returned to his lips. He realized his "little kitten" wasn't going to be easily caged she knew exactly when to show her claws. that intense standoff, the scene shifts to a grand, luxurious party. Despite her initial resistance, Alia had to accompany Viktor to the event. She is seen walking up the illuminated, opulent staircase, looking stunning in a sleek black backless gown with a high slit, matching high heels, and a classic black handbag. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back.
Right beside her, a step behind, Viktor walks with an undeniable royal aura. He is dressed in an all-black formal shirt and trousers, with a heavy fur jacket casually draped over his shoulder. His silver-white hair and sharp gaze command the attention of the entire hall.
However, when Alia hesitated midway up the stairs, reluctant to step into his dangerous underworld gathering, Viktor wasted no time arguing.Viktor effortlessly swept her up onto his shoulder. Alia, caught completely off guard, could only cling to him, hiding her face in embarrassment as her gown shifted. Unbothered by her protests, a sunglass-clad Viktor coolly raised his iPhone with his tattooed hand, his luxury watch gleaming, and snapped a mirror selfie.
It was his ultimate statement to the crowd and to her that she belonged by his side, no matter how much she tried to defy him.
Pounding his back lightly, Alia hissed in English, "Viktor! Everyone is looking at us! Put me down right now!"
Locking his phone, Viktor replied in his deep, unyielding tone, "Let them look, Alia. Let them know who rules this place, and who rules my heart." Alia, flushing a deep crimson out of sheer embarrassment, hit Viktor's back and hissed in a low, furious voice, "Viktor, put me down! Everyone is staring and laughing at us! Don't you have any shame?"
Viktor chuckled softly as he continued down the grand steps. In his signature, deep English voice, he replied:
"I told you, Alia, I don't care about anyone else. You are coming with me, and this is how we are entering."
Tightening his secure grip around her, he strode confidently toward the main doors of the banquet hall. Inside, the gathered mafia lords and elite guests began to whisper among themselves, but seeing the sheer dominance and absolute confidence on Viktor's face, no one dared to utter a word of objection. Alia realized that against his stubborn possessiveness, even her martial arts reflexes were useless right now; Viktor was entirely set on introducing her to the world as his queen, exactly on his own terms. Viktor finally set Alia down. Stepping onto the floor in front of so many eyes, Alia, flushed with rage and embarrassment, marched straight over to a luxurious couch in the VIP section and threw herself onto it. She turned her face away, making it clear she was still furious with him. Viktor, amused, sat down right beside her.
Right then, a stunning, glamourous girl pushed through the crowd, her eyes locked onto Viktor with obvious flirtatious intent. She walked right up to him and, without a shred of hesitation, wrapped her fingers around the silk tie trailing down Viktor's chest.
Tugging his tie gently to draw him just a little closer, she cooed in a high, playful English tone:
"Hi Viktor~ You look so lovely tonight. I've missed you so much."
Alia froze at the girl's sudden, bold intimacy and the sheer audacity of her grabbing Viktor's tie. The same Alia who had been ignoring Viktor out of spite instantly snapped her head around. Her wide eyes flared with a sharp, sudden wave of jealousy. Abandoning her dazed look, she locked a fierce, piercing glare right onto the girl.
The possessive queen within Alia had awakened in a split second. She crossed her arms, watching intently to see exactly how this Mafia Lord who just moments ago was claiming her as his entire world would react to another woman's touch. Seeing the girl's audacity, Viktor's gaze instantly turned as cold as ice. With visible disgust and a harsh movement, he swatted her hand away, snatching his silk tie back. The warmth and amusement in his eyes were entirely gone, replaced by the terrifying, ruthless aura of the true Mafia Lord.
In a heavy, razor-sharp English tone, Viktor demanded:
"Who gave you the permission to touch me? And exactly how do you know my name?"
The girl flinched, clearly unnerved by his bone-chilling demeanor and lethal voice. Still, trying to save face, she forced a fake, nervous smile. Her eyes then shifted to Alia, who was sitting right next to him. Catching Alia's burning, possessive glare, the girl scoffed and asked dismissively:
"Oh, come on... everyone knows you. But wait... who is this ordinary girl sitting beside you?"
Being referred to as an "ordinary girl" struck a severe blow to Alia's pride. Her anger was on the verge of exploding. She sat up straight, ready to deliver a sharp retort, but before she could utter a single word, Viktor did something that wiped the fake smile right off the girl's face.
Viktor calmly wrapped his strong arm around Alia's waist, pulling her flush against his side. Pinning the flirty girl with a dead, terrifying stare, he spoke in a low, dangerous growl:
"Watch your mouth. She is the one you shouldn't even dare to look at. She is my Queen, and the only owner of this empire."
Hearing Viktor's absolute declaration, the fury inside Alia suddenly melted into a strange, triumphant satisfaction. She glanced at Viktor from the corner of her eye; he had just made it crystal clear that he wouldn't let another woman's shadow even come close to his Queen.