Morning had finally arrived. Alia was fast asleep, wrapped in a light blanket. Her exhaustion from the night before kept her anchored to the bed, and in her sleep, her face held a pure, innocent expression—a stark contrast to the wild passion of the night.
Victor had been awake for a while. He was half-propped up, his hand resting gently on Alia's waist under the covers. There was no longer any primal hunger in his eyes, only deep affection. He softly brushed away a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
Alia's Slumber: She stirred occasionally but drifted back into deep sleep, comforted by Victor's warmth. As the blanket slipped slightly from her shoulder, the faint marks left by Victor from the night before were visible.
Victor's Gaze: He watched her intently, realizing how much she had changed him. He carefully pulled her closer, making sure not to wake her.
The Atmosphere: The cool morning breeze filtering in combined with the warmth inside created a magical, serene moment.The serene morning was shattered in an instant. Just as Victor was basking in the quiet intimacy, the old maid entered the room with a tray of morning coffee. But the moment she saw them, she froze like a statue.
Seeing Victor and Alia entwined in bed, nearly bare, with clothes scattered everywhere—it was a sight she hadn't expected.
The Maid's Reaction: Her hands trembled in shock and sheer embarrassment. The tray slipped from her grip, and the coffee cups crashed onto the floor, shattering into pieces. The coffee spilled across the floor, mirroring the way their secret had just been exposed.
Alia's Panic: The sound of the crashing porcelain jolted Alia awake. Seeing the maid standing there, she let out a muffled scream and frantically wrapped the blanket around herself. Her face turned pale with humiliation.
Victor's Anger: Victor rubbed his temples in frustration. He sat up quickly, his voice cold and sharp: "How dare you burst in here? Get out! Now!"The maid was so shaken by fear and shame that she didn't even dare to start cleaning the spilled coffee. She kept whispering a broken "Sorry... sorry..." as she fumbled. In her haste to leave the messy floor, she nearly tripped over the broken porcelain.
Realizing she had intruded upon a deeply private moment, tears welled up in her eyes. She was terrified that Victor might fire her on the spot.
The Maid's Panic: She tried to pick up a large shard of glass with trembling hands and accidentally cut her finger. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fear of Victor's wrath. Wiping her eyes, she stammered, "It was a mistake, Master... I didn't know you both were..."
Alia's Guilt: Seeing the maid's tears, Alia felt a pang of sympathy. Clutching the blanket tightly around her, she touched Victor's arm and whispered, "Victor, calm down. She didn't do it on purpose. Forgive her."
Victor's Silence: Victor was fuming, but Alia's voice softened his edges. He took a deep breath and looked at the maid. "Fine. Just leave for now. Clean this up later. And listennot a word of this to anyone!" Despite the spilled coffee and broken glass, the romantic atmosphere shifted into a dangerous game within seconds. Alia suddenly leaped onto Victor's lap, but this time, there was no love in her eyes. She pulled out a sharp knife from nowhere and pressed it firmly against Victor's throat.
A strange glint of vengeance sparkled in her eyes. She smirked, saying, "What did you think, Viktor Alexeyevich? That last night was enough for me to forgive you?"
But Victor wasn't one to be intimidated. In the blink of an eye, he pulled his loaded gun from beneath the pillow and pressed it directly against the underside of Alia's jaw.
Victor's Cold Smirk: Pressing the muzzle of the gun into the soft skin of her throat, Victor said, "A bold move, Alia. But you forget—I am far more dangerous than you."
The Tension: Their breaths mingled as they sat in a deadly embrace. One held a lethal blade; the other, a deadly firearm. Neither was willing to back down an inch.
Alia's Defiance: Alia pressed the edge of the knife a bit harder against his throat, drawing a thin line of red blood. She whispered, "If you pull that trigger, you won't survive either, Victor."Victor's eyes flashed with a primal wildness. He wrapped one arm tightly around Alia's waist, pinning her against him so she couldn't move an inch. His gun was still pressed under her chin, but his focus had shifted. The friction of her body and the rush of danger sent him into a strange trance. He leaned into her ear and whispered—"Ahhh... shhhh..."
Alia couldn't tell if Victor was threatening her or seducing her. In that moment, Victor lost all control and did something unbelievable.
The Bloodlust: Victor actually pressed the blade of the knife in Alia's hand deeper into his own neck, slicing the skin until fresh crimson blood began to seep out. Instead of recoiling in pain, he seemed to find a twisted pleasure in it.
Tasting the Blood: Victor touched his lips to the thin cut on her neck and began to drink her blood, letting out a low, satisfied sound—"Hummmm..."
Alia's Shiver: Alia froze, paralyzed by Victor's savage behavior. The knife nearly slipped from her hand. She realized that Victor didn't just want her body—he wanted to consume her very essence.Instead of fear, a fierce madness took hold of Alia. Victor's savagery, rather than terrifying her, seemed to intoxicate her further. She dropped the knife to the floor and gripped Victor's broad shoulders with both hands. She realized that Victor was no ordinary man; he was a primal predator—and Alia did not hesitate for a second to be his prey.
Alia's Surrender: Alia tilted her head further, making it easier for Victor to satisfy his thirst. She closed her eyes, feeling the agonizing pleasure of the moment. Biting her lip, she whispered hoarsely, "Take it all, Victor... consume me entirely!"
The Frantic Union: Victor had completely lost all sense of reality. He engaged in a dark, carnal rhythm, his lips and tongue tracing the blood-stained skin of her neck. The metallic taste of blood fueled a demonic excitement within them both.
Dangerous Love: In one swift motion, Victor pinned Alia back onto the bed, lunging at her like a predator. The gun lay forgotten beside them; their only weapons now were their bodies and their raw, untamed desire.In the midst of their blood-fueled frenzy, the heavy bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. This time, it wasn't a mere maid—it was Victor's personal bodyguard. No one usually dared to enter Victor's room without permission, but the sound of crashing porcelain and Alia's muffled cries had alerted him to a potential threat.
As the bodyguard burst in, he nearly dropped his weapon at the sight. Victor was hunched over Alia's throat, and there were splatters of blood on the sheets.
The Bodyguard's Shock: Ivan, the bodyguard, froze in his tracks. He couldn't tell if this was an assassination attempt or a display of dark, private passion. He stammered, "Sir! I thought you were in danger... My apologies, sir!"
Victor's Ferocious Gaze: This interruption during his most primal moment made Victor's blood boil. He lifted his blood-stained face and glared at the bodyguard with a look that could kill. He roared, "Get out! Now! If you value your life, vanish from my sight this instant!"
Alia's State: Alia was still in a trance. She didn't feel a shred of shame at the bodyguard's presence; instead, her eyes remained glazed with intoxication. She dug her nails into Victor's back, pulling him closer as if she wanted the bodyguard to witness their savage union.After the bodyguard fled and slammed the door, the atmosphere inside the room turned even heavier and darker. The interruption hadn't calmed Victor; it had only fueled his primal rage and thirst.
He locked eyes with Alia—there was no mercy in his gaze, only a raw, ancient hunger.
The Peak of Thirst: Victor pressed his lips back onto the wound on Alia's neck. He began to drink even more of her blood than before. Alia's body jolted for a moment, but she didn't try to pull away. The sound of Victor swallowing her blood resonated in her ears like a haunting, rhythmic melody.
Alia's Total Surrender: Alia felt her body growing faint. The combination of blood loss and peak arousal sent her into a deep trance. She gripped Victor's hair tightly, as if she wanted to experience the very end of this agonizing ecstasy.
Victor's Savage Love: Victor's white shirt and the bedsheets were now stained crimson with Alia's blood. While still tasting the iron on his tongue, he captured her lips in a violent, bloody kiss his mouth stained with her own essence.Alia's body finally went limp. Unable to bear the loss of blood and the crushing weight of ecstasy, she lost consciousness in Victor's arms. Her head slumped to the side, but Victor didn't let go; he held her tightly against his chest with one arm.
In the dark corner of the room, the scene was demonic. Victor looked down at Alia's unconscious face and let out a chilling laugh. It wasn't a laugh of affection, but of primal victory.
The Play of Teeth: Victor licked his blood-stained lips. Using his sharp teeth, he began prodding the wound on Alia's neck, as if testing to see if his prey was still alive. Each sharp prick of his teeth against her unconscious skin painted a macabre picture.
Intoxication and Smoke: Victor was now eerily calm. Holding the unconscious Alia with one arm, he lit a thick, expensive cigarette with the other. Taking a deep drag, he blew the hot smoke directly onto Alia's face.
The Ghastly Beauty: Through the haze of smoke, Alia's pale, blood-smeared face looked hauntingly beautiful. Victor whispered as he exhaled, "You've blended into my very blood, Alia... where can you run now?"The smoke from Victor's cigarette curled toward the ceiling. He calmly moved Alia's unconscious body to one side of the bed. His own body and the bedsheets were now a macabre mess of blood and spilled coffee.
Stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Victor called out in a cold, commanding voice, "Ivan!"
Within seconds, Ivan was at the door. He didn't dare step inside, answering from the threshold, "Yes, Sir?"
The Ruthless Command: Victor stepped off the bed and threw on a silk robe. Without looking at Ivan, he stood by the window and said, "Get in here. Clean up this filthy bed. Now."
Ivan's Hesitation: Ivan entered to find Alia still unconscious in a corner of the bed, the blood on her neck starting to dry. He hesitated, asking, "Sir, should I move the Madam to another room?"
Victor's Reaction: Victor turned and gave him a look that sent a shiver down Ivan's spine. He said in a low, dangerous tone, "She stays where she is. Just change the sheets and clean the mess around her. And be careful do not wake her up."