The mysterious Alia, who had been whispering in her sleep, suddenly returned to reality. Her voice was now steady and full of confidence.
Alia: (Still with eyes closed) "Don't worry, Viktor... they are all inside the mafia world. They know how to hold their ground."
As soon as she finished the sentence, Alia suddenly snapped her eyes open. Her sharp gaze pierced directly into Viktor's eyes. In an instant, the atmosphere of the room shifted. Alia grabbed Viktor's tie and yanked him toward her with a sudden force. Caught off guard, Viktor slumped over her body.
Alia's gaze dropped from Viktor's eyes and became fixed on his pant's zipper. There was a primal desire and a sense of claim in her stare. Perhaps the remnants of the intense moments spent with Anashia were still pulsing in her blood, making her even more reckless.
Though Viktor froze for a second, seeing the signal in Alia's eyes and the pull on his tie, he understood exactly what he had to do. He felt the familiar devilish smirk on Alia's lips. He took control, tightening the hold on her hands, and whispered into her ear
Viktor: "You're playing a very dangerous game, Alia. But remember, I didn't gain my right over you through a signed document; I won you."
Viktor didn't wait any longer. The dark room once again grew heated with a new wave of frenzy. Viktor spoke in a low, intense tone, looking directly into Alia's eyes: "Ready?" Alia's mysterious smirk was all the answer he needed. Viktor didn't wait; he grabbed Alia's waist firmly, pulling her into him. In an instant, they became one, their bodies merging in a heated frenzy.
At that peak of intensity, Alia raised her hands and placed them on Viktor's back. Suddenly, her sharp nails extended from her fingers. Those nails were a vivid blood-red and were strikingly long and sharp.
Alia dug those crimson nails deep into Viktor's back. Viktor let out a sharp cry, caught between pain and pleasure. This side of Alia wasn't a fantasy it was her reality: a powerful mafia queen whose every touch held both love and a warning of danger.
The silence of the room was shattered only by the sound of their heavy breathing. Alia's red nails left deep marks on Viktor's skin, as if she were permanently carving her claim over him tonight. Alia uses these vivid red, long, sharp nails specifically for personal self-defense. As a 'Mafia Queen' who is constantly surrounded by danger, she conceals lethal techniques and hidden tools within her own persona that are beyond ordinary imagination.
These nails are crafted from a special metallic substance or a reinforced coating that she applies over her natural nails for specific situations. If anyone dares to attack her or get too close with ill intent, she can strike and incapacitate them in an instant.
As Viktor felt the scratch of those nails on his back, he knew that while they brought him pleasure in this moment, they were the same tools that gave Alia the power to survive any threat. For a woman as powerful as Alia, these nails are an inseparable part of her identity simultaneously beautiful and deadly.
In her embrace, those red nails became a symbol of her dominance. Viktor realized that Alia isn't just built for love; she is built for survival, and she will go to any length to protect herself and her empire. As Alia's blood-red nails dug deep into Viktor's back, he realized that ordinary means wouldn't be enough to tame her tonight. To calm the primal and defiant spirit within Alia, Viktor pulled a special toy from his drawer.
This wasn't just any object—it was a sophisticated silky-textured vibrator that Viktor kept for moments like this. He knew that when Alia was in such a fierce mood, her body craved a deeper, more sustained stimulation.
As Viktor began to use the device, Alia's back arched like a bow. Her long red nails gripped Viktor's back even tighter, but this time, her cry was more of satisfaction than pain.
Viktor: (Whispering in Alia's ear) "Did you think you could scare me with those dragon nails? See, Alia, I know exactly where to strike to make you surrender to me."
Alia's breathing grew heavy. Her stoic 'Mafia Queen' persona began to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming intoxication. Viktor skillfully used the device to awaken every nerve in her body.
In the dim light of the room, one could see Alia's sweat-glistening skin and the crimson nail marks on Viktor's back. Between Alia's defensive weapons and Viktor's strategic dominance, the night moved toward a final, breathtaking climax. When Viktor saw that Alia was completely intoxicated by the intense sensations of the device, he increased his level of control. He didn't let the firm grip on Alia's waist loosen for even a second. Alia's hot breath fanned against Viktor's neck, and her red nails moved from his back to clench tightly onto his shirt collar.
Viktor leaned close to Alia's ear and spoke in a very low, gravelly voice—
Viktor: "Do you understand now, Alia? The whole world might be at your feet, but inside these four walls, you belong only to me. Not your documents signed a month ago, nor your defensive nails—nothing can save you from my dominance tonight."
Alia couldn't find the words; she only let out a long, shaky breath. Her body was trembling uncontrollably. Viktor realized that the tough shell of the Mafia Queen had cracked, revealing a primal woman who only wanted to surrender to her husband.
Viktor then pulled Alia even closer, merging their bodies in the dim light. Their shadows on the wall created a hauntingly beautiful silhouette in the faint blue glow. Viktor knew this moment would be etched into Alia's mind forever. Anashia had tried to claim her through force, but Viktor won her by sending tremors through every nerve of her being.
Outside, the tension between Do-hyun and Min Jun might still be lingering, and Elena might still be weeping for her husband but in this room, Viktor and Alia were beyond time. Viktor tilted Alia's chin up, looked into those mesmerizing eyes, and gave a victorious smile. At that peak moment when Viktor and Alia became one, every nerve in Alia's body felt like it was hit by lightning. She could no longer restrain herself. Digging her red nails even deeper into Viktor's back and burying her face in the crook of his neck, she began to pant heavily.
Suddenly, Alia looked up into Viktor's eyes. Her gaze was a mix of intoxication, exhaustion, and a strange sense of pleasure. Pulling his tie a bit harder toward herself, she whispered—
Alia: "Have you gone mad, Viktor Alexeyevich? Where were you hiding all this aggression?"
Hearing Alia use Viktor's full Russian name was rare. Usually, she just called him 'Viktor,' but whenever she was profoundly overwhelmed or surprised, she would utter that noble name.
Viktor pressed a kiss onto Alia's sweat-beaded forehead, his victorious smirk widening.
Viktor: "The madness has only just begun, Alia. Every time you think you're drifting out of my control, I will remind you that this Russian Dragon has not yet relinquished his claim over his Queen."
Alia stayed silent for a moment, looking into the depth of Viktor's eyes. She realized that even though she had divided the empire a month ago, the throne she held in Viktor's heart remained unshaken. Exhausted, Alia rested her head on Viktor's chest, the warmth of their bodies defying the cold air of the room. Alia, still wrapped in Viktor's arms and catching her breath, looked at the device in his hand and spoke in a tired yet commanding tone—
Alia: "Throw that away now. There's no need for it anymore."
Viktor understood the signal in her eyes. Without a word, he put the device down. But Alia didn't stop there. Pointing toward the window, she said, "Throw it out the window into the trash. I don't want any trace of this in this room tomorrow morning."
Viktor smiled inwardly at Alia's stubbornness and nobility. He got up, walked to the window, and as per her wish, tossed the object into the darkness outside. The room became silent once again.
Viktor returned and sat beside Alia. Her red nails were resting gently on his hand. Without a word, Viktor pulled her close again, and they became one once more.
This time, there was no need for any device or tool. The primal connection between their bodies and souls was enough. Outside, the night wind blew, while inside, Viktor and Alia merged into each other's existence. Alia realized that while those documents from a month ago might protect her empire, it was Viktor's embrace that brought her peace.
Viktor whispered into her ear
Viktor: "I've cleared away all the trash, Alia. Now, it's just you and me."Alia could no longer contain herself. The intense surge of emotions and Viktor's unyielding dominance seemed to shatter her. She began hitting Viktor's chest, cursing at him in harsh Russian.
Alia: "Suka! (B*tch/Bastard!) Ty chert! (You devil!)"
Her calm, sophisticated persona had completely vanished. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped Viktor's shirt. In Russian, she cried out, questioning why Viktor and Anashia were all the same. Why did everyone want to claim her this way?
Alia: (In a tearful voice) "You are all the same! You, Anashia... everyone! None of you give me peace. You... you...!"
Within Alia's crying was a mix of helplessness and deep love. She was showing her anger toward Viktor, but every tremor in her body signaled that she couldn't live without him. Her face, looking vulnerable and almost 'uwu' in its cuteness and sorrow, melted Viktor's heart.
Ignoring her curses and tears, Viktor pulled her even tighter. He knew these insults were her resentment and these tears were her accumulated exhaustion.
Viktor leaned into her ear and spoke softly in Russian
Viktor: "Moya koroleva (My queen), calm down. I am not your enemy. Anashia wanted to snatch you away; I want to protect you. Curse me, cry... but remember, this 'devil' lives only for you."
Alia hid her face in Viktor's chest and continued to sob. The atmosphere in the room turned into something hauntingly beautiful and tragic. Alia's long red nails were no longer striking Viktor; instead, they clung to his back, seeking refuge. Seeing Alia break down in such helpless tears, Viktor didn't stop; instead, that cruel yet mesmerizing smirk widened even further. He intensified his dominance, fueled by the sight of her sobbing.
Alia was drowning in tears, her voice choking up. She pushed against Viktor's chest with weak hands, stammering in a broken voice—
Alia: "You... you...!"
Alia's vulnerable, almost "uwu" face and the sound of her weeping triggered a strange sense of triumph within Viktor. He knew that when Alia shattered like this, she was at her most loyal. Viktor didn't wipe away her tears with his fingers; instead, he gripped her wet cheek firmly in his palm.
Viktor: (Laughing softly) "Cry, Alia, cry more. These tears of yours tell me that today you are completely bound by my chains. The more you curse, the more you weep, the more I will make you mine."
Alia could barely breathe through her sobs. Her red nails now hung limp and lifeless against Viktor's shoulders. Ignoring her distress, Viktor crushed her into his embrace once again.
In the dim light, Viktor's devilish yet loving smile and Alia's continuous tears created a terrifyingly beautiful scene. Alia realized there was no escape from this man. No matter how much she tried to distance herself or appear strong, Viktor Alexeyevich knew exactly how to turn every single drop of his Queen's tears into his own property.