When Alia saw Viktor destroying everything, she set aside her "cold-blooded" demeanor and slowly approached him. She knew that at this moment, she was the only one who could calm this rampaging lion.
Alia placed her soft hand over Viktor's bloody one. Viktor was still fuming, but at her touch, a strange shiver ran through his body. Without saying a word, Alia just looked into his eyes. Her gaze held no judgment, only a deep, profound affection.
Alia: (In an extremely calm and soft voice) "Calm down, Viktor. If you destroy yourself like this, how will you protect me? This rage is your enemy, not I."
Staring into Alia's eyes, Viktor began to settle down. His tensed muscles relaxed. He rested his head on Alia's shoulder and let out a long sigh. The battlefield of the room instantly plunged into a heavy silence.
As soon as Viktor calmed down slightly, Doctor Ivanov spoke again. This time, there was no fear in his voice, only professional firmness.
Doctor: "Viktor, whether you get angry or not, what I am saying is a hundred percent correct. This hormonal imbalance and hyper-dominance of yours is a reality. If you deny this, you will sink into your own dark abyss. Alia was able to calm you because she is your only 'anchor,' but without treatment, this condition will go beyond your control."
Viktor didn't answer; he just held Alia tighter. He realized that the doctor's words, though harsh, were the truth. Alia's regal gesture instantly cleared the heavy atmosphere of the room. She knew that the courage Doctor Ivanov had shown today, and the truth he had revealed about Viktor's darkness, was beyond any ordinary measure.
Alia pulled out a luxury car key from her dressing table drawer. Handing the key to the doctor, she offered a soft smile one that carried both gratitude and nobility.
Alia: "Doctor, this is a small gift for what you did today. You haven't just treated my husband; you've stood our relationship in front of a mirror. This car is yours from now on."
Doctor Ivanov felt somewhat awkward, but seeing the determination in Alia's eyes, he couldn't refuse. Alia looked toward the door and called out in a serious tone.
Alia: "Bodyguard! Come here. Escort the doctor to his new car and take him home with respect. Ensure there are no troubles on the way."
Viktor remained standing quietly, his head still resting on Alia's shoulder. He didn't protest. Perhaps, deep down, he was glad that Alia was taking charge and tidying up the chaos of his life with her own hands. After the doctor left, the room fell silent again, but this time the silence held no terror only the hint of a new beginning. After the doctor left, the silence in the room suddenly became deeper and more mysterious. As Alia watched the doctor depart, Viktor's 'psycho' persona stirred once again.
Viktor stepped slowly behind Alia. Before she could realize it, he wrapped his powerful hand around her neck not to choke her, but out of a primal and terrifying sense of possession. He pressed his face against the nape of her neck and took a deep, heavy breath. A chill ran down Alia's spine; she realized Viktor hadn't calmed down. He was now beginning his revenge for being labeled a 'patient' in front of the doctor.
Viktor: (Whispering into Alia's ear, his voice as hard as stone) "You thought you'd give the doctor a luxury car and dismiss me as a 'patient'? You thought that old man's words would change me? Alia... you are playing with fire."
He tightened his grip slightly around her neck. Alia could feel the rapid thumping of Viktor's heart.
Viktor: "Tonight, there are no doctors, no rules. You humiliated me in front of everyone, and now you must pay the price. I'm a psycho? I'm animalistic? Then tonight, you will see that animalistic side of Viktor."
Alia realized that Viktor's revenge was going to be even more terrifying. Even her "cold-blooded" mind momentarily stalled under the sheer intensity of the situation. When Viktor's thirst for revenge reached its peak, the atmosphere in the room filled with a strange, electric tension. His eyes were still burning with that 'psycho' rage, but Alia's reaction was completely unexpected.
Without a word, Viktor swept Alia off her feet and dropped her forcefully onto the bed. Every movement of his was rugged and authoritative. With one swift motion, he ripped the buttons off his shirt; his muscular frame and the tattoos on his chest looked menacing in the dim light.
But at that exact moment, instead of being afraid, Alia burst into laughter. Her untimely and mysterious laughter startled Viktor. He froze and stared at her.
Alia: (Laughing) "Do you really think you can scare me with this rage, Viktor? I know how hollow you are beneath this animalistic facade. This revenge of yours is actually your ultimate surrender to me."
Alia's 'cold-blooded' laughter and words instantly turned Viktor's violence into pure intoxication. He could no longer restrain himself. In a frenzy of passion, he lunged toward her, and their union began. But this time, it wasn't just about revenge; it held a strange, profound depth.
Alia reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around Viktor, pulling him close. Her nails dug into his back, but she only drew him deeper into her embrace. Under Alia's touch, Viktor's fire of revenge melted into a supreme fulfillment. It was as if they sacrificed all their hate and love within each other's bodies.The silence of the room shattered once again as that primal frenzy awakened. When Viktor gripped Alia firmly by the waist and pushed her hard onto the bed, the world around them seemed to vanish.
Viktor's every breath was now as hot as fire. Dropping Alia onto the bed, he didn't give her a moment's respite. His powerful grip tightened around her waist as if he were carving his ownership into her skin with his very touch. A long, deep sound of fulfillment escaped Alia's lips—"Hummmm... ahhh..."
Viktor hovered over her, his muscular weight nearly crushing her. But there was no fear in Alia's eyes; instead, there was a glow of triumph. This animalistic assault from Viktor didn't make her feel weak; it made her feel more powerful. She wound her fingers through Viktor's sweat-dampened hair and pulled him even closer.
The bedsheets became a tangled mess beneath the force of their struggle. Viktor sought to dominate Alia with all his strength, but her intimate embrace repeatedly transformed that dominance into a supreme sacrifice of love. In that freezing Moscow night, a cataclysmic storm was raging within the confines of their room. Then Victor turned Alia around and grabbed her by the throat and started to fuck her. The turbulent atmosphere of the room took a new turn. As Viktor turned Alia around, his primal obsession reached a new peak. Alia's back was now pressed firmly against Viktor's hard chest.
Viktor turned Alia around from behind and wrapped his powerful arm around her neck. This hold was one of dominance, yet there was a strange pull in his touch. Viktor brought his face close to Alia's ear, breathing heavily. Alia surrendered herself completely to this intensity. Struggling slightly within his grip, she began to whisper over and over
Alia: "Yes... Viktor... I am yours... only yours! Kill me or keep me alive, I will remain yours. Yes... I am yours!"
This confession from Alia instantly calmed the 'psycho' monster within Viktor and filled him with supreme peace. He loosened his grip on her neck slightly and began to kiss her there feverishly. Alia tilted her head back, savoring Viktor's madness. Every word of hers sounded like honey to Viktor's ears. At that moment, Alia realized that by letting Viktor win, she had actually established her own reign over him. The heat in the room has now surpassed all limits of endurance. Viktor's 'psycho' and animalistic persona has awakened again with full force. Alia's total surrender has only made him more frenzied.
With one hand, Viktor grabbed Alia's long, vibrant orange hair in a tight fist and yanked it backward. Alia's head tilted back sharply, exposing her fair throat to him. A cry of pain and arousal escaped her lips, but Viktor's eyes held only the intoxication of victory.
Simultaneously, Viktor's other powerful hand gripped Alia's hip with crushing force. His fingers dug into her soft skin as if he were branding her with his royal seal. Viktor pressed Alia against his body so hard that the friction of their bones could be felt.
Viktor: (In a deep, animalistic voice) "The doctor said I am sick? But this sickness is your addiction, Alia. This is the pull that brings you back every time."
Even as Alia winced in pain, that same mysterious smile remained on her lips. She realized that the more Viktor tried to hurt her, the deeper he was actually sinking into her spell. On that snowy Moscow night, a primal storm was raging inside the room. The atmosphere in the room has reached a new dimension. Viktor's frenzy has now transformed into a rhythmic yet destructive force.
Viktor suddenly let go of Alia's hair. Her head slumped forward slightly, but in an instant, Viktor wrapped both his hands tightly around her waist. His fingers clamped onto the sides of her waist like a pair of iron chains.
Without a single pause, Viktor pressed Alia against his body and continued his actions with intense vigor. Alia's entire frame trembled violently with every thrust from Viktor. Only muffled moans escaped her lips. The immense pressure of Viktor's two hands left crimson marks on her waist, but he was beyond all reason now.
He exhaled his hot breath near her ear and said in an animalistic voice, "You are only mine, Alia... this waist, this body, this soul everything is mine." Alia completely dissolved herself within this extreme dominance of Viktor's. The friction of their bodies and the sounds of Alia's stifled sobs played like a strange, primal symphony in that enclosed room. The frenzy in the room instantly shifted into a deep, artistic trance. Viktor's animalistic rage has now transformed into a strange fascination.
Alia's back lies exposed before Viktor's eyes. Her gorgeous tattoo glistens through the sweat on her skin under the dim light. Viktor began to slide his fingers very slowly across her back. His touch is no longer rugged; instead, it is extremely careful and tender.
That tattoo is a piece of exquisite artistry it resembles the head of a triangle that flows down into a stunningly gorgeous design. Viktor traced every line of the tattoo with his fingers as if spellbound. When his fingertips reached the sharp points of the triangle, a shiver ran through Alia's body.
Viktor pressed his hot lips against the tattoo on her back. Alia's "cold-blooded" nobility and Viktor's "Mafia" ruggedness everything seemed to merge within that single design. Viktor whispered, "This mark proves you are a unique princess, Alia. Only I have the right over this beauty."