Page 1 of Savage Obsession

Prologue

Yelena

I stand at the edge of the wedding reception, my body still tingling from last night. Though I am here physically, my mind is well ‘stuck in the gutters’. I keep remembering those powerful hands from last night. How his muscles rippled as he thrust in and out of me. The feel of his naked body, his tanned skin, and his rugged features. But it is his cock that has me salivating and rubbing my legs together.

I really need a distraction from Vasil. He said he was going to make last night unforgettable and he damn well meant it.

Laughter and music swirls around me and I try to focus on the activities going on. The warm glow of fairy lights strung acrossthe garden casts a golden hue over the crowd, their joyous energy almost palpable. Viktor and Scarlett, the newlyweds, move gracefully across the dance floor, lost in each other’s eyes. It’s strange to see my brother—the stoic and gruff Viktor—so utterly captivated by someone. Their love story is something I never would have imagined: raw, unexpected, and undeniably real. A pang of envy creeps into my chest, but I push it away. Love is a luxury, not a guarantee. Especially for people like me.

The clink of glasses and a burst of laughter draw my attention back to the reception, but the weight of my thoughts lingers. Around me, the Bratva’s allies and associates mingle, their conversations layered with charm and subtle menace. For tonight, at least, the chaos of our world feels distant, eclipsed by the celebration of Viktor’s happiness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Viktor breaking away from Scarlett. His expression shifts from relaxed to serious as he approaches me. I straighten instinctively, curiosity and unease tightening in my chest. “Yelena,” he says, his voice low enough that only I can hear. “We need to talk.”

My heart skips a beat, thinking he has somehow found out about my adventure from last night. But I nod calmly, and followed him through the maze of guests until we reach a quieter corner of the venue. The hum of the reception fades, replaced by the soft rustle of the breeze through the trees.

“What’s going on?” I ask, my tone sharper than intended. Viktor’s protective instincts have always been a double-edged sword—comforting yet stifling.

He hesitates, his jaw tightening before he finally speaks. “There’s been a proposal from theElliniki.”The name sends a jolt through me. The Greek Mafia. My mind races as he continues, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “They want to arrange a marriage between you and Aithan Vasilios.”

0h damn!

The name lands like a punch, and I’m momentarily speechless. The Greeks initially proposed an arranged marriage to my father, but his death prevented further discussion, and they've been silent ever since. Viktor’s eyes search mine, gauging my reaction.

“You’re serious?” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nods.

“Do you know anything about this Aithan guy? His father only approached papa once.”

“Aithan is… complicated. Ruthless. He’s got a reputation that precedes him, and it’s not exactly glowing.”

“Sounds like you just described yourself.” I smile, sipping on my drink.

“Yelenaaa.” He growls out a warning, and I smile. It is very easy to push his button.

After a long pause, and blankly staring into the distance, I turn to my brother. “Will this alliance favor us? If not, I can wait for a better offer.”

After all, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that the union elevate's the Makarov Bratva.

“It will favor us,” he says, his tone softening. “And also strengthen the Bratva’s future. Even though we are stronger than they are, an alliance with theEllinikiwould fortify us in ways you can’t imagine.”

I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling over me. “What do you think of him?”

Viktor hesitates. “I hear he is a blood-thirsty prince. But I also know he’ll respect you. He knows whose sister you are.”

No more fantasizing.

I push the man from last night to the back of my mind and let out a breath. “I’ll do it”.

Viktor’s brows lift in shock, and I can’t help but smirk. “What? Not everyone gets to marry for love, Viktor. Some of us have to play the game.”

He shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and admiration flickering across his face. “You’re stronger than I give you credit for,” hesays. “I’ll arrange for the Greeks to visit in two weeks. After I get back from my honeymoon.”

I nod my agreement as my heart picks up speed.I am getting married.

Viktor watches me quietly, his usual stoicism breaking for just a second. "I'm proud of you, Yelena. Father would be too."

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