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Viktor respected that. He could be patient. For now.

With one final glance, he withdrew, leaving her trembling with anticipation, her body aching for what he promised, even if she would never admit it.

“I always get what I want, Sofia.” His voice was low, the dark promise unmistakable. “And tonight will be no different.” Theenergy between them was charged. Viktor could see it in Sofia's eyes—the wave of hesitation mixed with undeniable desire she refused to acknowledge. She thought she could hide from it, fight against it, but Viktor saw through her defenses. Every slight movement of her body betrayed the truth she wouldn’t admit: she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

But Viktor wasn’t in a rush. He enjoyed the game too much—the chase, the thrill of watching her struggle against her feelings. He moved closer again, his body barely brushing against hers as he whispered in her ear, "This will be a night you'll never forget."

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but it only added fuel to the fire between them. "I told you, I won’t give in to you." Her words were sharp, a brittle snap, yet the unsteady tremor beneath betrayed her underlying emotion. She was nervous, even as her body betrayed her. She wasn’t ready to submit, but Viktor knew she was dangerously close. He could see it in the way her chest heaved, the pulse fluttering beneath her skin.

He stepped back, eyes locked on hers as he studied the woman who was now his wife. He memorized every curve, every inch of her skin that he knew would soon be his to claim. The emotions in the room were palpable, thick with the heat that simmered between them. “That wasn’t what you were saying last time, but just like before, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. You don’t have to give in," he said softly. "But I will have you, Sofia. One way or another.”

Sofia's lips parted as if she was about to retort, but Viktor hushed her with a gentle movement. His finger traced the line of her jaw, his touch firm yet tender, marking his territory. She flinched, but the response only fueled his hunger. His fingers trailed down her arm, sending shivers of anticipation across her skin as he guided her toward the bed. With each step, he savored her growing surrender, her body reacting to his touch. He relished the rapid beat of her heart, a testament to her desire,despite her attempts to conceal it. She wore a white dress, the bodice hugging her frame like a glove, revealing enough cleavage to send Viktor into a frenzy of need.

“You chose the right dress, you know?” he drawled as he reached the foot of the bed. Viktor didn’t stop moving until Sofia plopped down, still staring up at him in defiance. She was already angry with herself for giving in last time, but now she had promised herself that Viktor’s charms wouldn’t work on her. Yet, deep down, she knew her resolve was flimsy against the raw attraction simmering between them.

“I love how it hugs your body, making those delicious curves pop,” he continued, his voice low and sultry. “But I also hate it. I hate how it makes people stare at you longer than necessary. And now, I’m going to have to throw away such a beauty.”

“You are not doing that to my wedding dress!” Sofia snapped, glaring at him.

“I’m not asking for your permission. Besides, have I ever told you how stunning you look when you’re upset? You’re fierce and sexy, and it makes me hard just thinking about it. Do you want to touch it? Want to see what you do to me?”

Sofia’s glare shifted into a reluctant smile, trying not to give him any satisfaction. Viktor scoffed, shaking his head. “I want that dress off your body, baby girl. Stand up and turn around.”

She shook her head vehemently. “I’ve had a long day. I’m going to shower and go to bed.”

“Are you now?” He grasped her wrist and pulled her up sharply, her hands instinctively flying to his chest for balance. Her pulse raced in anticipation, despite herself, as Viktor turned her around. His fingers found the lace of her corset, loosening it as if he had done it a thousand times before. His long fingers scorched her bare back as they worked, and Sofia swallowed the moans that threatened to escape her lips. She was determined toresist for as long as she could, but she had no idea how long that would be—or how short.

With a swift motion, the dress fell to her waist, and Viktor pulled down the zipper, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as the fabric pooled around her feet. “Now step out of it,” he instructed.

Sofia obliged, telling herself it was for practical reasons—there was no way she could take a bath while still in the dress. She raised her hands to cover her bare breasts, standing before him in nothing but garter tights and white panties. He shook his head in disapproval, wrapping his strong hands around hers and pulling them away. “Never hide yourself from me, Sofia. Never.”

He stared at every inch of her body for a few seconds, the silence in the room growing deafening. Stalking toward her, Sofia fell back onto the bed, trying to scramble away, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Viktor leaned in beside her, resting on one arm so his weight didn’t crush her. A shiver coursed through her as his hands roamed her body, exploring her like a map, from the space between her breasts down to her flat abdomen. Her breath hitched in her throat as he ventured dangerously lower, and Sofia pressed her thighs together, causing him to chuckle.

“Why fight so hard when you want me, Sofia?” he asked in a low tone, pulling her panties to the side, just as he had done last time. She thought it would be the same—he would torment her and leave her wanting more, trying to teach her a lesson. But suddenly, her back arched off the bed as two of his fingers slid inside her simultaneously. Her core clenched around him instantly, and Viktor’s eyes rolled back at the sensation.

“Fuck!” he blurted. “You’re so fucking wet. I can feel your juices flowing all over my fingers, and your pussy is gripping me so tight. Damn! You make me so hard.” He pressed deeper, his knuckles brushing against her, and Sofia felt like she was losingher mind. The moan she had tried so hard to contain escaped her in a rush of emotion, and she clung to the sheets as he drove his fingers in and out of her at a perfect pace. Sometimes, he went slowly, teasing and torturing her, but then he would suddenly pick up the pace, leaving her moaning without a care in the world.

Sofia screamed in passion, torn between pain and pleasure, pushed beyond her limits. It hit her in waves, full and relentless, crashing over her. A tremor coursed through her as Viktor curled his fingers, stroking her intensely in the midst of her orgasm.

A dull ache settled in her core when Viktor pulled away, a dark gleam in his eyes and a knowing smile on his lips. “I told you, Sofia,” he said quietly, “I always get what I want.”

She didn’t answer immediately, not trusting her lips to form anything coherent, her heart still racing from the intensity of what had just transpired. Instead, she stared at him, fighting the urge to look away. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She wouldn’t let him see how much he had affected her.

“I’ll never be yours,” she whispered, infusing her words with as much defiance as she could muster, even while naked beneath him. “Not in the way you want.”

Viktor’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. “We’ll see about that, Sofia.”

CHAPTER 6

Sofia

The penthouse was breathtaking—a gilded cage of polished marble and panoramic views that seemed to stretch endlessly over the city. Every inch of it screamed wealth and power, but to Sofia, it felt like a prison dressed in gold.

She wandered through the expansive space, trailing her fingers along the smooth walls, the cold surface grounding her as her thoughts spiraled. The ache in her chest hadn’t dulled since the wedding, a constant reminder of the life she’d been thrust into.

Each room revealed more of Viktor. The bar in the corner was meticulously stocked, its dark wood gleaming under the dim lights. Heavy bookshelves lined one wall, filled with titles she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the type of collection that spoke of a love for reading—it was too curated, too strategic. Even the furniture told a story: leather and steel, all sharp angles and bold colors. Everything seemed deliberate. Everything screamed control. It was a reflection of him—dominant, unyielding, and meticulously measured.

Sofia stopped in front of a window, her reflection staring back at her. The face that looked back was pale, tense, and unfamiliar. She touched the glass as if trying to reach through it. This was her life now—a bride trapped in a world she’d never chosen, tied to a man she couldn’t boss around but refused to submit to.

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