Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Viktor
V iktor's day began with a familiar chill. The chaos swirling around him was nothing new, but his growing feelings for Sofia were an unwelcome disruption. As he reviewed the intelligence reports on Alexei’s latest moves, her image kept invading—her sharp eyes, her quick thinking during the last ambush. She was an asset, no doubt, but also a liability. A dangerous one.
Sergei entered the room, carrying a folder thick with updates. "Alexei’s trying to push into Brighton Beach. His men raided one of our distribution sites last night."
Viktor glanced up, his expression cold. "And the retaliation?"
"Already underway," Sergei assured him. "But there’s chatter—he’s planning something bigger."
Before Viktor could respond, the door opened, and Sofia walked in, her steps purposeful. She was dressed simply, but there was an edge to her appearance that commanded attention. Viktor didn't miss the way Sergei stiffened, his unease palpable.
"Sofia," Viktor greeted her coolly. "I didn’t call for you."
She arched a brow. "I thought you’d want to know about Alexei’s plans. I overheard something useful during the ambush."
Sergei shot Viktor a questioning glance, but Viktor waved him off. "Leave us," he ordered.
Once the door closed, Viktor leaned back, studying Sofia. "You’ve been listening in on things that don’t concern you?"
She crossed her arms, unflinching under his scrutiny. "If it doesn’t concern me, then why am I here? You want my help, don’t you?"
Her audacity both infuriated and intrigued him. Viktor gestured for her to continue.
"Alexei’s not just after territory," Sofia began. "He’s building alliances with smaller factions—ones you’ve ignored because they seemed insignificant. He’s banking on numbers, not strength."
Viktor narrowed his eyes. "And how do you know this?"
"I overheard Andrei," she admitted, her tone clipped. "He didn’t see me, but he was talking to one of Alexei’s men before the ambush. He mentioned pulling support from one of your suppliers in exchange for protection."
The mention of Andrei sent a surge of anger through Viktor, but he pushed it down. "Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?"
"I wasn’t sure if you’d believe me," Sofia said bluntly.
Her honesty was disarming. Viktor rose from his chair, stepping closer to her. "And what makes you think I believe you now?"
"Because you know I’m right. And because you need me more than you’re willing to admit."
The flames between them crackled, her words cutting through the armor he had spent years fortifying. He hated how she could see through him, how she could unsettle him so effortlessly.
"Be careful, Sofia," Viktor said, carrying a hint of warning. "Knowing too much can be dangerous."
"Funny," she shot back. "I was about to say the same thing to you."
Their eyes locked, the space between them charged. Viktor’s hand twitched at his side, the urge to close the distance almost overwhelming. But before he could act, his phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the moment.
He turned away, picking up the call. Sergei spoke immediately, the urgency seeping through. "We’ve got a situation. Alexei’s men are moving on the docks."
"Hold them off. I’m on my way."
He ended the call, already calculating his next moves. When he turned back to Sofia, she was watching him intently.
"Stay here," Viktor ordered.
Sofia’s expression darkened. "I can help?—"
"This isn’t up for debate," he cut her off sharply. "You’ve done enough for now."
Sofia looked like she wanted to argue, but she held her tongue. Viktor didn’t wait for her response, striding out of the room.
The docks were a war zone by the time Viktor arrived. Gunfire echoed in the distance, and there was the acrid smell of smoke. His men were holding their ground, but the assault was relentless.
Viktor moved with precision, barking orders and taking out targets with lethal efficiency. His mind was sharp, focused—but Sofia lingered at the edge of his thoughts. Her defiance, her boldness—it all made him question why he hadn’t kept her at arm’s length.
By the time the skirmish ended, Viktor’s men had driven Alexei’s forces back, but it was clear this was only the beginning. Alexei was testing his limits, and Viktor knew he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.
As Viktor surveyed the damage, Sergei approached him, his expression grim. "We’ve secured the area, but we lost two men."
Viktor nodded, his face impassive. "Double the patrols. I want every inch of our territory locked down."
"And Alexei?" Sergei asked.
"He’ll make his next move soon enough," Viktor said. "When he does, we’ll be ready."
But as Viktor turned to leave, his thoughts returned to Sofia. He had underestimated her once, and it was a mistake he couldn’t afford to repeat.
When Viktor returned to the penthouse, the atmosphere was charged. He found Sofia waiting for him in the living room, her expression unreadable.
"You didn’t stay put," Viktor said, his tone sharp.
Sofia rose to her feet, meeting him head-on. "You didn’t give me much of a choice."
Viktor’s patience was wearing thin, but he couldn’t deny the fire in her eyes stirred something deep within him. "You do not seem to understand what you’re up against.”
"I think you’re used to people following your orders without question," Sofia retorted. "But I’m not one of your men."
Viktor closed the distance between them in two strides. "No, you’re not. But you’re in my world now, and you’ll play by my rules—or you won’t play at all."
"Your world doesn’t scare me, Viktor. You might think you’re invincible, but even you can’t dominate everything."
Her words hit a nerve, but Viktor refused to let it show. Instead, he leaned in closer. "And you think you’re untouchable?" he said in a low rasp. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Sofia."
She lifted her chin, defiance blazing in her expression. "Then maybe it’s time someone showed you how to lose."
The audacity of her response made something snap in Viktor. Before he could stop himself, his hand shot out, circling her wrist and pulling her closer. The moment their bodies collided, the argument morphed into something far more primal.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she stared up at him, her lips parted, daring him to close the gap.
And then he did.
The kiss was nothing like their previous encounters. It wasn’t calculated or measured—it was raw, feverish, and desperate. Viktor’s mouth claimed hers with a hunger that matched the fire in her defiance. His fingers slid to the back of her neck, tangling in her hair as he angled her head to deepen the kiss.
Sofia responded with equal fervor, her hands clutching the front of his shirt as if to anchor herself. She bit his lower lip, eliciting a low growl from him, and he pressed her back against the wall, his body trapping hers.
"You think this solves anything?" she murmured against his lips, teasing him.
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 pleasure when 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.