Viktor's sudden question made Alia's entire body recoil with disgust. The traces of last night's horror were still imprinted as wounds on her skin, yet Viktor could so easily move on and make such a proposal!
Viktor pulled Alia closer, leaning into her ear. His voice no longer held the guilt of the night before; instead, a sense of possessiveness had reawakened.
Viktor: "Is he deep in sleep, Alia?" (Gesturing toward Anashia)
Alia remained still for a moment and replied in a very calm voice.
Alia: "Yes. Why?"
Viktor began to nuzzle against Alia's neck and whispered, "Oh, I see... That's good then. So, will you be intimate with me now? We can enjoy our time before he wakes up."
Alia was stunned by Viktor's shamelessness. She dug her long red nails deep into Viktor's arm. Her muscles tensed, but she let out no cry.
She realized that both Viktor and Anashia, instead of loving her, only wanted to possess and consume her as property. Viktor assumed that Alia's silence meant consent.
Alia slowly turned her head. Her eyes were burning like fire. She looked directly into Viktor's eyes and said in an ice-cold tone:
Alia: "Viktor, do you truly believe that after last night, there is any room left in my body for love? Do you know who you are talking to? I may be your wife, but I am also a CIA agent. And we were trained very well to recognize our enemies."
Viktor faltered slightly at her words, but the lust in his eyes didn't vanish completely. He tried to pull her closer by her waist. Meanwhile, Anashia remained asleep, but his fingers twitched slightly at Alia's movement.
In the morning light of the kitchen, a new battle began. Alia knew that resisting Viktor directly right now might lead to more violence. So, she decided to use her intellect as her weapon.When Viktor saw that Alia remained as cold as ice, his dominant Mafia Lord persona began to crumble once more. Instead of forcing her, he started to desperately plead. Rubbing Alia's wounded hand against his cheek, he began to request her earnestly.
Viktor: "Please, Alia, don't look at me like that. I know what happened last night is unforgivable. But I don't want to lose you. Don't you know how much I love you? Give me one chance; I will make everything right."
Viktor began showering her long red nails with kisses. His voice no longer held stubbornness, only a kind of intoxicated plea.
Viktor: "Alia, just this once... I want you to feel me. I want this distance between us to vanish. Look, Anashia is still asleep. Before he wakes up, I want to show you that you belong only to me."
Viktor rested his forehead against hers, repeating 'please' over and over. It was unthinkable for a Russian Mafia Lord like him to beg anyone like this. But Alia lay there as still as stone. This 'love' of Viktor's felt like venom to her now.
When Alia looked into Viktor's eyes, she saw a strange mix of guilt and desire. Viktor was wiping her cheeks with his hand, acting like a deeply caring husband.
Viktor: "Alia, speak... say something. Don't turn me away. I'll go mad without you."
Meanwhile, Anashia let out a heavy sigh in his sleep. In that early morning light in the kitchen, Viktor's persistent requests put Alia in a difficult dilemma. She realized Viktor was now willing to go to any lengths to have her. But in Alia's mind, there was only one thought these men had destroyed her bit by bit last night, and today they were begging for mercy. The moment those two words left Alia's mouth, a strange glint appeared in Viktor's eyes. He could hardly believe that after the horrific experience of last night, Alia would agree so easily.
Alia: (In a very calm and detached voice) "Okay..."
Saying just that, Alia gently gripped Viktor's shirt collar with her long red nails. There was no emotion in her eyes, only a profound emptiness. But Viktor was in no state of mind to notice that emptiness; he was lost in the euphoria of having her back.
Viktor pulled Alia even closer with a sense of sinister satisfaction. A triumphant smile played on his lips.
Viktor: (Whispering) "Thank you, Alia... I knew you wouldn't turn me away. I promise you, this moment won't be like last night. I will treat you like a queen."
On the other side of the floor, Anashia remained in a deep sleep. Viktor leaned over Alia with extreme care, as if afraid of breaking a precious glass vessel. But Alia remained still, staring at the ceiling.
In her mind, she had only one thought when a CIA agent surrenders, it means they have set the ultimate death trap. Viktor thought he was conquering Alia, but Alia had actually just made her first move to ensnare Viktor in her own trapOn that cold kitchen floor, in the dim morning light, while Viktor was preoccupied with the joy of reclaiming his 'right,' Alia was calmly mapping out her plan. Her crimson nails dug into Viktor's back, not like hands, but like the talons of a predator. While Viktor was pulling Alia even closer into his embrace, a restless silence broke at the other end of the floor. Even though Anashia was in a deep sleep, his subconscious seemed to sense the subtle movements and whispering around him.
In his sleep, Anashia made a look of pure annoyance. His brow furrowed, and he reached up to cover his ears with his hands. It seemed as if Viktor's voice or his intimacy with Alia had become unbearable to him. He tried to roll over, but his fingers still tightly gripped a corner of Alia's red nightdress.
Viktor paused for a moment. He shot a glance toward Anashia, his eyes reflecting a silent challenge. He didn't want Anashia to wake up right now and interrupt their 'private' moment.
Viktor: (In a very low whisper to Alia) "He doesn't realize a thing... let him sleep with his irritation. Just look at me."
Alia felt the heat of Viktor's body on one side and Anashia's uncomfortable presence on the other. As Anashia shook his head while covering his ears, Alia's long red nails dug even deeper into Viktor's back.
She realized Anashia wasn't entirely out; the Dragon Lord within him could awaken at any second. And if Anashia saw the two of them like this now, this morning in the kitchen could once again turn into a bloody battlefield. The morning light on the cold kitchen floor grew even brighter. As Viktor merged with Alia's body with a long-suppressed thirst and sense of possession, a faint, pained sound escaped Alia's lips—"Ahhh..."
It was hard to tell if this sound was one of pleasure or of fresh pain upon last night's wounds. Alia's body arched like a bow, and her long red nails dug deep into Viktor's muscular back. Viktor took this pain as her consent, and his frenzy only intensified.
Viktor buried his face against Alia's neck, breathing heavily in a mix of sweat and the scent of alcohol. To him, this moment was a victory lap, as if he had reclaimed his lost empire.
Viktor: (In a very low and heavy voice) "Alia... you are only mine. See, you wanted this too..."
Alia didn't respond. Her eyes were closed, but a single tear rolled down the corner of her eye and vanished into the dust on the floor. She only felt every cell in her body rebelling against this touch, but like a CIA agent, she kept herself as still as stone.
At that very moment, Anashia, lying beside them, shifted once more in his sleep. Alia's faint moan struck Anashia's subconscious. He moved his hands away from his ears, and his breathing suddenly began to quicken. While Viktor was at the height of his frenzy, Alia's trembling hand rose upward. She tried to touch Viktor's cheek with her numb fingers—perhaps seeking a flicker of kindness amidst the brutality, or maybe it was a subconscious signal.
But Viktor was lost in another trance. He took Alia's soft touch as an interruption or annoyance. With a sudden jerk, he brushed her hand away, and it slammed hard against the floor. At this harsh rejection, Alia felt as though her last shred of hope had turned to dust.
Alia's pale face then flushed a deep red from humiliation and intensity. Her reddened face and tear-filled eyes created a strange, tragic beauty in the morning light of the kitchen. Her long red nails now clawed at the floor carpet, as if she were trying to suppress the agony within her.
Viktor: (In a rough voice) "Don't touch me now, Alia... let me feel you. You belong only to me in this moment."
Alia didn't say a word, but her flushed face revealed how much she had shattered inside. Viktor's rejection was the final nail in the coffin of her self-respect.
Meanwhile, the sound of Alia's soft moan and the struggle of their hands had brought Anashia to the brink of waking up. In his sleep, he reached out blindly, his hand landing on the hem of Alia's red nightdress.The heated atmosphere in the kitchen instantly froze like ice. Just as Viktor was at the peak of his frenzy, Anashia suddenly opened his eyes. The sounds of struggle between Alia and Viktor, and Alia's muffled moan, had awakened the Dragon Lord's instincts within Anashia.
Seeing Anashia open his eyes, Viktor's blood ran cold. He moved away from Alia with lightning speed. In a split second, he adjusted his disheveled clothes and lay down beside Alia as if he, too, were in a deep slumber. Viktor closed his eyes and began to fake sleep, so that Anashia wouldn't realize what had been happening just seconds ago.
Anashia bolted upright. His head was still spinning from the alcohol, but his predatory gaze scanned the surroundings. He saw Alia lying there, her face flushed deep red, breathing heavily.
Anashia: (In an extremely suspicious and harsh voice) "Alia? Why... why are you panting like this? And why is your face so red?"
Alia remained motionless. Her long red nails were still clutching the floor carpet. She felt a profound disgust at Viktor's cowardly behavior. Viktor lay beside her, his heart racing, but he breathed in a way that made it seem as if he knew nothing.
Anashia reached out and touched Alia's flushed cheek. Feeling the intense heat of her body, Anashia's suspicion deepened. He glanced sideways at Viktor, who was still faking sleep and pretending to snore.
Anashia: (Grit through his teeth) "Viktor! Hey Viktor, wake up! The air in the kitchen feels different... are you hiding something?"
A terrifying silence filled the kitchen in the morning light. Alia knew that if she spoke now, a bloody war would break out between these two lords. Even though Viktor was faking sleep, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Anashia was now huffing like a tiger; he could sense that something significant had happened while he was asleep.