Todos los capítulos de Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

“This is who you are now. This is who you’ll always be. Mine. And nothing will ever take that from me.”Her breathing was uneven now, a mixture of dread and something darker.Something that flickered behind her eyes, something I didn’t want to name.“I don’t… I don’t know if I can… if I want this…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But she didn’t pull away.I leaned in again, my lips ghosting over hers, a soft mockery of a kiss.“You’ll want it. You’ll crave it. You’ll need me more than you’ve ever needed anything in your pathetic life. You won’t remember who you were before this. Before me. You won’t remember anything but the need for me.”Her chest heaved with a sharp breath, her body stiff in my arms, but her eyes locked with mine.And for the first time, I saw something—something almost like acceptance.I smiled, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her neck, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat.“This is who you are now, Sabrina. No more pretending. No more running.

I was something darker.Something he could control, mold, break, and rebuild.But it didn’t matter.There was no turning back now.Viktor had already won.20VIKTORSabrina hadn’t spoken much since I made her mine.It wasn’t that she was silent out of choice—it was that she was lost.She had become more pliable, more willing, and yet, something still clung to her, like the lingering scent of smoke after a fire, cloying, suffocating.Tonight, I decided to take her deeper.To make her confront the demons she thought she had buried.The ghosts of her past were the perfect way to break her down further, twist her mind into a labyrinth of doubt.I’d seen the way she flinched when she thought about her past—the way her eyes grew distant, like she was slipping away from me.That wouldn't do."Do you ever think about them, Sabrina?" I asked as we sat in the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing on the walls.She looked at me with her glassy, empty stare, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, as

1VIKTORShe was trembling, and it wasn't from fear—not yet.It was something deeper.A crack in the armor she had so desperately tried to hold onto, a crack I had carefully carved into her soul.I could see it now, the hesitation in her eyes, the flicker of something old—something pure—rising to the surface.But I wouldn't allow it.Not this time.I stood before her, every inch of me looming over her fragile form, my presence filling the space between us.The air was thick, laden with the weight of her decision, a decision I had placed squarely in her hands."Sabrina," I said, my voice slow and purposeful, each word a thread that tightened around her neck. "I need you to do something for me. A simple task, really. But one that will test you. It will test your loyalty to me."Her gaze met mine, dark eyes clouded with confusion and something else—something I couldn't quite place, but it tasted like fear.It was delicious."You know what I expect from you," I continued, stepping closer,

He didn’t love me.He never had.He loved that I could be broken.He loved that I could be remade in his image.He loved how easily I bent to his will.But that didn’t matter.I loved him, even as I hated myself.8VIKTORHer internal war amused me.She still thought she had control over something.Her emotions.Her sense of self.But I had stripped those away, piece by piece.She was mine now, and she didn't even realize it.Every time I made her commit an act of violence, every time I made her betray her own morals, I was cementing my place in her heart.Love wasn’t something I needed to give her.It was something I needed to take.And once I had it, once I had her devotion, it would be my weapon to wield.She thought that by pleasing me, by doing what I asked of her, she could reclaim a piece of herself.But every time she killed, every time she hurt someone on my behalf, she lost a piece of her soul.The love she felt for me would erode whatever was left of her.And when it was go

I could feel it—the hunger in his touch, the power in the way he held me.I was trapped in his world, drowning in the suffocating hold he had on me.And despite all my fears, despite everything that told me to fight, a sick part of me craved it, needed it."Yes," I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips, barely enough to acknowledge what had already become my truth. "I’m yours."He smirked, a satisfied, predatory grin that made my insides twist with a mix of dread and twisted longing."Good girl," he whispered, his lips against mine again, this time deeper, more urgent.He devoured me, as though he was trying to consume the last remnants of who I used to be, and I let him.I let him tear away the pieces of myself that had once been whole.I felt the heat of his body pressing against mine, the firm strength of his arms pulling me closer, making me feel small, insignificant.And I hated it, I loved it—this vicious cycle of destruction he had me locked in.His lips moved to my neck,