In the stifling silence of the lobby, Viktor's behavior shifted from protective to something more primal—an unspoken obsession. Despite his words about Dimitri, the hunger within him seemed endless.
He didn't let Sofia go for even a second. Holding her face firmly in his hands, he leaned down and pressed a hot, lingering kiss against her neck, sending a violent shiver through her body.
Before she could recover, he claimed her lips (Lips) once again. This kiss was more aggressive, more desperate than the last. It was as if Viktor was marking his territory—proving that while he might be the loyal elder brother to the world, behind these closed doors, he held an unwritten, absolute power over her.
Sofia struggled to maintain her senses. Between the intoxicating scent of his white hair and his overwhelming presence, she was completely mesmerized. Viktor pulled her closer, whispering against her skin:
"Dimitri will marry you, it's true... but every cell of your body will carry my mark forever. Even if you want to, Sofia, you will never be able to erase me from your blood."Tears streamed down Sofia's cheeks. Viktor's aggressive and contradictory behavior had shattered her mentally. She tried to pull away from his chest, but her body felt weak and exhausted.
Sofia cried out:
"Why did you do this? Why? On one hand, you talk about Dimitri, and on the other, you treat me like this... Don't you know how sinful this is? You are Dimitri's brother, my brother-in-law! My elder sister is waiting right outside. Why are you pushing my life into this complicated hell?"
Her sobs echoed through the silent lobby. Sofia covered her face with her hands and wept. She loved Dimitri, but Viktor's sudden assault and the touch of that forbidden kiss had drowned her in a deep abyss of guilt.
Viktor, however, showed not a hint of remorse. He watched her cry with those ice-cold blue eyes. A mysterious smirk still played on his lips. He calmly pulled out a white handkerchief to wipe her tears.
He whispered:
"Don't cry, Sofia. This Mafia throne stands on a foundation of blood, and there is no room for pity or common morality in the hearts of men like us. You may call it a sin, but to me, it is simply 'right of possession'."Sofia's weeping was no longer that of a defiant woman; she was crying like a helpless child. Her body shook with every sob.
Sofia cried out in agony:
"Why did you do this? Why? How did you even dare to touch me like this? Why did you put your hand on my chest? (Why did you touch my heart/breast like that?) Don't you know whose fiancée I am? You are Dimitri's elder brother, you are my sister's husband! Do you have no conscience at all?"
She clutched her chest with both hands, as if trying to erase the memory of his forbidden touch. Tears streamed down her face. She never imagined that her brother-in-law would act this way. She collapsed onto the floor, her silk nightdress soaked with her tears.
Viktor didn't move. He watched her breakdown from above. He stepped closer and gently gripped a handful of her hair, not to comfort her, but to maintain his dominance.
He whispered:
"Crying like a child won't help, Sofia. In the world of the Mafia, no body and no heart is safe. I touched your chest because I wanted to see how fast your heart beats for Dimitri. And now I know—you fear me, and that fear is my greatest victory."Viktor and Sofia are entangled in their forbidden game inside the lobby, Dimitri and Alia are engaged in their own mysterious encounter inside the car.
Inside the dimly lit black limousine, Dimitri sat close to Alia—Sofia's elder sister and Viktor's wife. Without a word, Dimitri embraced her tightly. The scent of her strong perfume mingled with the smell of gunpowder on him.
Dimitri tilted Alia's chin up and, without hesitation, pressed a thirsty kiss against her neck. Alia shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut. Running her fingers through his hair, she whispered defiantly:
"Dimitri... stop. Your brother is inside with your fiancée, and you are here with me? Do you know if this gets out, Moscow's streets will run red with blood? Viktor will kill you!"
A crooked smile played on Alia's lips. She wasn't stopping him; she was provoking him. Dimitri whispered against her skin:
"What Viktor does inside, I do outside. If he can claim my Sofia, then I have every right to touch his wife. Alia, you and I have been partners in this sin for a long time, haven't we?"In the suffocating dimness of the limousine, Alia met Dimitri's intense gaze with a cold, predatory smile. She didn't flinch from his touch; instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with a mix of pride and malice.
"Yes, Dimitri, I know," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "And it's not just you. I've shared my bed and my love with five other powerful men in this empire. I have felt their touch, known their secrets, and held their hearts in my hands. In this world of blood and greed, I was never just Viktor's submissive wife—I am the queen who plays all of you."
Dimitri felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. He realized that while he and Viktor were fighting for territory, Alia had been conquering the men who ruled it.
She traced a finger along his jawline and continued, "Viktor thinks his 'Mad Alia' is a prize he keeps locked away. He has no idea that I am the one weaving the web. So, tell me, Dimitri... do you hate me now? Or does knowing five others have been there before you make you want me even more? Choose carefully, because this isn't just a game of lust anymore—it's a path to absolute destruction.The story has taken a deeply emotional and dramatic turn. Inside the blood-stained lobby, Sofia's cries have filled the heavy air.
Sofia couldn't hold back anymore. Despite being the lover of a dangerous man like Dimitri, Viktor's forbidden touch completely shattered her. She collapsed to the floor and began to sob like a helpless child (Child-like sobbing).
With tears streaming down her face and a broken voice, she cried out:
"Why did you do this? I respected you as my brother-in-law... Why did you touch my chest? Why such filth? I belong to Dimitri... I am your sister-in-law! My sister is waiting outside, don't you fear her even a little? I feel so much hate... I feel so much pain!"
She wailed and gasped for air just like a child, as if she were desperately seeking an escape from this cruel Mafia world. Her nightdress was soaked with her relentless tears.
Viktor stood there like a statue, his white hair and blue eyes contrasting with the darkness of his soul. He showed no remorse. Instead, he knelt before her and touched her wet cheek with his ice-cold hand, whispering:
"Crying like a child won't save you, Sofia. In the Mafia world, tears have no value. The claim I made on you today will echo through your sobs forever."The web of mystery is now fully unraveled. Alia didn't just know; she was actually savoring the entire situation. Her silence wasn't out of helplessness, but part of a terrifying, calculated plan.
Inside the car, even while in Dimitri's embrace, Alia's ears were tuned toward the hotel lobby. As the faint sound of Sofia's child-like sobbing reached outside, a diabolical smirk appeared on Alia's lips.
She whispered coldly into Dimitri's ear:
"Do you think I don't know what's happening inside? When Viktor touches his prey, I can smell it from here. He is breaking Sofia right now, dragging her pride through the dirt—and I know it. But I won't say a word. Because I needed to see Sofia break."
Clutching Dimitri's collar tighter, she added:
"I know exactly what my husband is doing to my own sister. But I am no ordinary wife. I gave Viktor the permission to 'mark' Sofia. I want Sofia to realize that in this palace, she isn't just your toy she is property belonging to both of us. I am silent because in this game, Viktor and I are on one side, and you two are just the pieces we move."