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Viktor pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes blazing with intensity. "No, but it shuts you up."

"Not for long," she whispered, and then her lips were on his again, this time initiating the kiss with the same wild energy he had unleashed moments ago.

His hands roamed down her sides, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them was undeniable, an inferno ignited by the collision of their anger and passion.

Her fingers slid up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as she pressed herself closer. The friction of their bodies, the way their mouths moved in sync—it was maddening, intoxicating. Viktor felt his pristine nature slipping, and for once, he didn’t care.

Their argument was forgotten, consumed by the all-consuming hunger for dominance and pleasure. It wasn't a kiss but a battle for supremacy, a clash of unyielding desires.

Viktor's lips crushed hers, demanding submission, but Sofia refused to yield, meeting his force with her own. Their tongues dueled, a sensual battle for control. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving marks of possession.

She responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, challenging his authority. Their mouths devoured each other, teeth and tongues clashing in a primal dance.

He pushed her against the wall, his hard body caging her in, his erection pressing into her softness. She gasped, her breath catching, not from fear but from the raw, untamed desire that ignited between them.

"You want this," he growled, his lips trailing down her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin. "Admit it, you want me to take control."

"Never," she panted, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. Their battle escalated, each touch, each kiss, a declaration of their unyielding spirits. His hands roamed her body, claiming and possessing, while she matched his hunger, her mouth leaving marks of ownership on his neck, shoulders, and chest.

“I am going to fuck you against the wall, baby girl,” he groaned into her ears. “And when I am done, you will remember every single time you ever went against my instructions. The wall will bite into your skin, but you will barely notice as every part of you will be so focused on my dick hitting hard against your pussy wall.”

Sofia barely found the air in her lungs to respond as Viktor lifted the hem of her dress easily, yanking her thighs apart. She was still reeling from his words but suddenly jerked in pleasurewhen he thrust inside her. Her hand reached out to the hook on the wall, holding on to it as Viktor moved. A zap of pleasure stroked the base of her stomach and coursed through the rest of her body as his grunts filled the air, and the intensity of the moment kept them both spellbound. He didn’t take it easy with her, but that was exactly what Sofia liked. He rammed and dove just the way he had promised, each impact making her back hit the wall. Her nipples hardened in the moment, and Viktor seemed to notice it as his hand reached over.

His pinch almost sent her over the edge, the combination of pain and pleasure working through her. “Yes,” Viktor murmured. “Do you feel your cunt working away at my dick? That is obedience. That is what your body wants. Quit fighting so hard.”

Her mouth fell open to utter a contradiction but it only made Viktor slam harder. One hand wrapped around her neck, choking her, and Sofia felt a rush through her, like a bomb getting detonated. She moaned so loud that she was certain his men could hear her, but Viktor didn’t stop fucking hard.

“Viktor…” she gasped.

“Hold it in.”

“I can’t.”

“I am going to start all over if you come now.”

She held it in as much as she could, but it snapped after a while, and the flood came rushing. Viktor broke into an orgasm at the same time, jerking and filling her with his cum. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their lips swollen, and their foreheads resting against each other.

"This doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook," Sofia said, with heavy implication.

Viktor smirked, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "You’re lucky I find your defiance... amusing."

She laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. "And you’re lucky I haven’t punched you yet."

His smirk widened, and before she could say another word, he kissed her again—this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring her. Whatever came next between them, one thing was certain: this moment had blurred the lines they had been so carefully maintaining.

They didn’t speak as they pulled away, their bodies still pressed close. The argument might have been unresolved, but neither of them seemed to care.

CHAPTER 17

Sofia

The foundation of their relationship was honesty, but Sofia felt like a hypocrite. The secrets she kept from Viktor made her feel like she wasn’t doing much and were intentionally keeping him in the dark. What kind of person was she if she couldn’t be bold enough to involve him in her discoveries? Granted, she still had no idea how deep the truth ran or the details surrounding the murders, but she knew enough, didn’t she?

She wanted to tell him, but the thought frightened her. Exposing everything to someone as unpredictable as Viktor left her feeling unnerved. Still, she figured she owed it to him. If she wanted him to open up to her, she needed to reciprocate. Honesty had to run both ways.

She found Viktor in his study, seated at his desk, exuding the aura of a man who perpetually held authority. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the sinewy strength of his forearms as he scanned a stack of documents. He didn’t look up when she entered, but the awareness of her presence was palpable.

"You’ve been hovering," Viktor said, his tone clipped. "What do you want?"

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