Forbidden Desires

Victor's Book...

Prologue

Darkness was a sanctuary for those who found peace in it. The type of darkness that not only hides your scars but would conceal your sins, your ugliest truths. There was always depth to it for those who wanted to reside in it.

The dark, rosy clouds spread across the inky sky as the clouds roared above, swallowing the moon whole. Thunder cracked through the air, violent and unforgiving, as rain poured down in merciless sheets, drenching everything beneath it.

Including her.

Serena.

She stood in the garden, unmoving, under the vast sky as rain poured down on her hard and fast. 

Rain clung to her skin, soaked through her thin dress, and traced every curve of her body, but she didn’t react. Her face tilted slightly toward the sky, eyes empty, as if she welcomed the storm.

Or maybe… she deserved it.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

Her voice was quiet. Barely audible beneath the storm.

But it was heard. Behind her, a shadow stilled.

Victor.

He stood at a distance, watching her with a gaze that could strip a man to his bones. Rain soaked through his shirt, clinging to the hard lines of his body, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Nothing about him moved.

Nothing except his eyes.

“You already made sure I would.” His deep voice was calm.

Too calm.

Serena’s fingers twitched at her sides. For a moment, she didn’t turn. But then slowly, too slowly, she faced him.

And there it was, the silence, the suffocating stillness as she stared at him. His eyes were cold, ruthless. The calmness of his body couldn't hide the rage in his eyes.

Victor prowled over to her. His presence was like a lethal weapon ready to kill her.

He took one step at a time.

Measured. Controlled. Deadly.

Serena’s breath hitched, but only slightly. Anyone else would have missed it.

But not him. Never him. 

He was Victor Volkov. A deadly pakhan. Nothing escapes him. No human. No soul.

He stopped inches away, towering over her, rain dripping from his jaw, his eyes locked onto hers like a predator that had already decided how this would end.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I’m cold.”

A lie.

His gaze darkened. “Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t insult me by lying.”

Her chin lifted, defiance flickering through the fear she tried so hard to bury.

“Then don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.”

Silence. Thunder cracked above them, but neither flinched. Victor studied her face, every detail, every shift, every breath.

And then...

“I trusted you.” His voice wasn't loud. It wasn't angry.

Just… absolute. The words hit harder than any scream. Serena’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

For a second, just one, something flickered in her eyes.

Regret. It was gone just as quickly. But Victor saw it anyway, like he always did.

“And yet… Here we are.” His deep voice was devoid of any emotion. Cold and distant.

He stepped closer. His jaw tightened.

Serena swallowed, forcing her voice steady.

“It was due.” She said, craning her neck up to meet his vicious gaze.

And there it was. The ugly truth.

Victor went still. Completely still. And somehow, that was worse than rage. Rain slid down his face as he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

Or maybe…

Like he never had.

“How long?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. His hand shot out, gripping her arm, not rough, but unyielding.

“How long, Serena?” He gritted, jerking her closer.

Her heart slammed against her ribs, but she didn't back down. “Does it matter?”

His fingers tightened. “Yes.” He hissed.

She met his gaze. Unflinching and then uttered those words.

“Long enough.”

Something inside him snapped. Not loudly. Not violently. Silently. Deadly. In one swift motion, he pulled her into him, her back colliding with his chest, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Before she could react, the world tilted.

Victor hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

“Victor!”

The clouds rumbled viciously, and even the ground beneath his feet vibrated with its intensity.

He began to prowl towards the mansion as she struggled, kicking her feet and punching his back with all her might, but to no avail. In a few strides, he strode into the mansion, taking two stairs at a time, making her breath hitch. 

Her eyes widened, staring down, and if he dropped her now, she'd crash face-first and die as she wrapped her arms around his torso, clinging to him.

Stepping into his room, he kicked the door close and it locked automatically.

He walked over to the bed and dropped her onto it as she bounced on it once, twice, scrambling to sit up,  gathering her bearings. Her dress had hitched up, flashing her purple thong to him. 

His jaw clenched, and his nose flared as she instantly straightened her clothes. Her wet hair stuck to her face as she pushed it away and glared at him.

Her big blue eyes looked so clear, just like the blue ocean. But there was no emotion in her eyes. They were calculating him. The tip of her nose, those juicy f*cking lips, and her cheeks along with her ears, were a bright shade of red.

He could bet where else she could be blushing red, and it made him sinisterly feral inside. 

She still hasn't said a word. Not a single thing. She quietly tried to get off the bed, but he had had enough of her. Grabbing her delicate foot and ankle in his calloused hand, he yanked her down, earning a shriek from her as she was fisting the sheets and pulled them along with her.

Within seconds, Victor was on top of her; he was too fast, too close, caging her in. Serena froze.

Fear flooded her eyes before she could stop it. And Victor saw it, for a brief, dangerous second...

He liked it...

“No-” she gasped, trying to push against him, but he caught her wrists easily, forcing them behind her back.

The sound of his belt sliding free cut through the air.

Her breath stuttered.

"Stop!" she screamed as he turned her around. Grabbed her wrists with ease and held them on her back. 

He restrained her wrists using his belt with efficiency as she struggled trying to free herself, but failed to do so. Within seconds, he had her bound.

"Stop! Let me go!" She demanded. Screaming, thrashing. She struggled harder, panic rising, her movements frantic now, but he didn’t react. Didn’t even flinch when her head snapped back and hit his. He simply adjusted his hold. Like she was nothing more than a problem to solve.

Her chest heaved as he turned her onto her back again. She jerked her face away, her chin jutting out,  refusing to look at him.

Defiance.

He loved to see fear mixed with defiance in her eyes. It was so f*cking tempting. She had no idea what her defiance did to him. The things he wanted to do to her...

Victor leaned over her, one knee settling between her thighs with force as she shuddered, eyes going wide in horror, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders.

Caging her completely. Owning the space around her.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

She didn’t. The position they were in was so intimate and scary. Her stomach was in knots, and her heartbeat was skyrocketing.

She tried to move her legs and thighs, but it only made him lower himself down on her until his knee was pressing against her intimacy, and she closed her eyes shut as heat flooded her skin. Her body stiffened.

"I'll ask you just once, Tigritsa (Tigress)," he rasped in his deep voice thick with Russian accent.

Her heart was thumping in her ears. He was like a beast hovering over her. His shirt was tight against his wet muscles. His shoulders bulged as he breathed. He resembled a beast by all means. His nose flared, and his jaw clenched. 

Those sharp blue eyes, coated with thick lashes, glared down at her with two raw emotions.

Rage.

And...

Unadulterated Hunger.

"Why did you do it?" He growled, grabbing her delicate jaw as his fingers dug into her cheeks, making her plump lips pucker out as he forced her to meet his gaze. For a fraction of a second, she almost told him, but then anger surged in her veins as she glared back at him.

"Go to hell!" She seethed.

A beat passed.

And then Victor chuckled. Low. Dangerous. Unhinged in the quietest way possible. He threw his head back and laughed as his chest rumbled. His wet hair looked exotic, and the wet shirt showed all his abs and muscles.

He looked down at her and grinned. "I should hate you." He murmured as his thumb brushed her lower lip absent-mindedly.

“Do you?” Serena whispered.

Something shifted in his gaze. Something unreadable. Something terrifying. Something raw.

"F*CK it!" He growled and crashed his lips on hers as she froze, and then he kissed her.

Hard.

Rough.

Like punishment.

Like possession.

Like his dangerous f*cking craving.