Adrik's heavy, panting voice was an embodiment of pure terror for the person on the other end of the line. He continued to speak without slowing down his body's rhythm for even a second, as if Soha's excruciating pain and her screams were as trivial as any mundane event.
Adrik (on the phone, in a cold and raspy voice):
"How many times do I have to tell you? Dump the body where the city authorities won't find a trace of it. And listen, if that officer dares to show up under my penthouse again, I won't take responsibility for what happens to his family."
Soha lay biting the sheet, writhing in agony. With every movement of Adrik's, she felt as if her body were being torn in two. Her muffled groans sounded like a gruesome background score between Adrik's sentences. Sweat dripping from Adrik's forehead was now stinging his green eyes, but he didn't look away.
Adrik (back on the phone):
"Don't worry about the money. I just want the job done perfectly. I'm a bit... busy right now. We'll talk later."
Adrik tossed the phone onto the bed. The person on the other side probably had no idea what demonic act their boss was performing at that moment. As soon as he hung up, Adrik's gaze returned to Soha. He saw her face turning blue with pain; her teeth, clamped down on the sheet, might have even started to bleed.
Adrik (with a diabolical laugh):
"Did you hear that, Soha? My enemies are in their graves, and you are in my bed. There is no one to save you. No one."
Adrik pulled Soha's legs even tighter toward him and intensified the onslaught of his body. Those strange green eyes of his were now glowing in the dark like the roaring flames of a furnace.After reaching the peak of agony, a strange transformation began within Soha's body. Under the prolonged demonic onslaught and the overwhelming pressure of Adrik's immense strength, Soha's mind seemed to cross the threshold of pain and enter a realm of new sensations. The whip wounds on her back and the excruciating strain within her body began to morph into a peculiar and intoxicating shiver.
Soha slowly loosened her grip on the bedsheet. Her rapid, heavy breaths were no longer just signs of pain, but started to signal a primitive, wild gratification. She began taking deep gasps, her chest heaving with every breath.
Soha (eyes closed, panting):
"Ahhhh... Adrik... ummmm..."
Adrik noticed that Soha's body was no longer rigid as stone; instead, she was surrendering herself to his every movement. This sudden change in Soha brought a new kind of excitement to Adrik's green cat-eyes. He pressed his sweat-drenched forehead against her back and let out a diabolical smile of satisfaction.
Adrik (whispering into Soha's ear):
"What happened, Soha? Has hatred finally conceded? These hot breaths of yours tell me that you want this now too. My Russian blood has finally painted you in its own colors."
Soha didn't answer; she simply let herself go in Adrik's embrace. Her breathing grew even faster, and her body sank into an unknown trance. From the hell of pain, a strange heaven of allure was forged, where hatred and passion merged into one.Soha's fair face had now turned a fiery crimson. That flush was not just of shame, but an expression of primitive desire and intense excitement. Under the influence of the blue drug and Adrik's demonic power, every cell in Soha's body was now submerged in a terrifying trance.
When Adrik saw that Soha was no longer pulling away—that her breath was growing even hotter—the Russian wolf inside him grew even more ferocious. He squeezed her flushed cheeks with one hand and gripped her waist even tighter with the other.
Adrik (in a fierce, low voice):
"This is it, Soha... this flushed face is what I wanted to see. Today, I will write my name on every drop of your body."
Adrik increased his pace even further. He was following no rules now, showing no mercy. Each of his movements felt like a jolt of electricity through Soha's body. Soha's breaths had now transformed from screams into a kind of frenzied moaning. The salty sweat dripping from Adrik's forehead mixed with the wounds on Soha's shoulder, creating a strange sensation of sting and gratification.
Soha (panting):
"Ummm... Adrik... more... just a little more... ugh!"
Adrik's green cat-eyes were now shimmering with joy and excitement. He was driving Soha toward a final climax, crushing her with all the strength of his body. The luxurious penthouse room had turned into a wild, primitive battlefield, where Soha, forgetting the sting of defeat, was now completely intoxicated by Adrik's presenceAdrik moved even closer to Soha, leaving not a single inch of space between their bodies. Placing his hands on either side of her face and leaning his weight on the bed, he pinned her completely beneath him. His broad, muscular chest pressed hard against Soha's soft bosom, making it almost difficult for her to breathe.
Adrik brought his face right next to Soha's flushed cheek. His hot breath stung her earlobe like a waft of fire. He stared into Soha's intoxicated eyes with those strange green cat-eyes.
Adrik (in a very low and intoxicating voice):
"Have I ever been this close, Soha? Do you feel the frenzy of my Russian blood? From today, I hold the right over every drop of your blood."
The scent of Adrik's strong perfume and sweat created an ultimate intoxication in Soha's senses. Very slowly, he touched his lips to the puncture mark on her neck where the injection had been given. Soha's entire body jolted, and she dug her nails into Adrik's back.
This closeness of Adrik was not just physical; it was a demonic attempt to fully consume Soha's soul. He stopped with his face agonizingly close to her lips, as if waiting to see how desperate she had become. Soha's flushed face was now trembling just inches away from Adrik's lips. Soha's inner defiance and stubbornness had finally been defeated by the blue drug's intoxication and Adrik's demonic masculinity. The part of her brain that taught her to rebel was no longer functioning; instead, her body was now crying out with a primitive thirst.
Soha could no longer control herself. She brought both her arms up over Adrik's broad back and wrapped them tightly around his muscular neck. Her nails dug into his skin, as if she were trying to pull him even deeper into her body.
Soha (in a very low, numb voice):
"Adrik... don't... don't hurt me anymore... make me yours. I... I can't take it anymore!"
Soha herself lifted her face toward Adrik's. Her flushed cheeks and intoxicated eyes were now searching only for him. She wanted to feel his hot breath against her lips. Adrik's green cat-eyes were now glowing with the joy of a demonic victory. He saw that the woman who once hated him was now pleading to have him even closer.
That cruel smile returned to Adrik's lips. He jerked Soha's waist even higher and, taking advantage of her surrender, established ultimate dominance over her body. Soha held Adrik even more intimately, as if in this moment, Adrik was her only God, her only refuge. In that dark penthouse room, there was now only the sound of rapid breathing and the wild frenzy of an intoxicated pair.Soha's hatred seemed to evaporate like mist, transforming into a strange frenzy. As the wild rhythm of Adrik's onslaught created a devastating storm inside her body, a numb Soha placed one of her hands on Adrik's sweat-drenched, bare chest.
Her fingers began to slide in a serpentine motion over the ridges of Adrik's firm and well-defined six-pack. Every muscle in Adrik's body was as hard as stone with excitement. As Soha touched those muscles, a mysterious and intoxicated smile played on the corners of her lips.
Soha (with half-closed eyes, smiling faintly):
"You... you really are a monster, Adrik. This body of yours... this strength... it's driving me crazy."
Below, Adrik's demonic work did not stop for a second; instead, Soha's touch made him even more manic. He gripped her hip bones so hard it felt as if they might shatter. Sweat poured from Adrik's forehead, and his green cat-eyes remained fixed on Soha's smiling face.
Adrik also smiled a little—a smile of predatory fulfillment. He moved his face close to Soha's ear.
Adrik (with heavy breaths):
"This is my Soha! The touch of your fingers tells me you've become a slave to this six-pack and this body of mine. Touch me as much as you want... today, this body and this havoc are only for you."
Soha lightly scratched Adrik's six-pack with her nails, while each of Adrik's movements below took her toward the ultimate peak of sky-high gratification. The room was no longer a chamber of pain; it had become a paradise of wild lust.Along with that demonic pace, a wild frenzy of affection now joined in. Seeing Soha's smiling face and the intoxicated touch of her fingers, Adrik grew even more impatient. He lowered his face directly onto Soha's fair neck and throat.
He buried his lips deeply into the soft skin of Soha's neck. At the touch of Adrik's stubbled face and hot lips, Soha forgot even the last traces of her pain. Adrik began to kiss every fold of Soha's neck like a madman, as if he wanted to suck out the very last drop of her existence with his thirsty lips.
Soha (tilting her head back in a sharp shiver):
"Ahhhh... Adrik... ummmmm! Not like that... it hurts... but it feels so good!"
Adrik left a deep bite—a hickey—right on the spot on Soha's neck where the injection had been given. For a moment, Soha's entire body arched like a bow in pain, and she gripped Adrik's six-pack even tighter. Adrik's strange green cat-eyes remained fixed on Soha's neck, while the sweat dripping from his forehead rolled down onto her chest.
Adrik (rubbing his face against her neck, whispering):
"This mark will stay on your neck forever, Soha. Whenever you look in the mirror, you'll remember—whose bought slave you are. Every beat of this throat will throb only for me from today."
Below, Adrik's primitive onslaught gained even more speed. The touch of Adrik's lips on her neck combined with the devastating rhythm of his body below sent Soha drowning into the bottomless abyss of an ultimate trance. That penthouse room was no longer just a room; it was the epicenter of the primitive victory celebration of Adrik's Russian blood.The phone on the side table rang again with a harsh, jarring tone. In this intense moment, the repeated interruption caused Adrik's cold composure to explode into a violent rage. His light green cat-eyes were now burning like those of a predatory tiger.
Keeping Soha pinned firmly against the bed with one hand, Adrik reached out and snatched the phone in one swift motion. Without even looking at the screen, he answered the call, and a roar erupted from his throat.
Adrik (shouting in a violent rage):
"How dare you! Didn't I tell you once that I'm busy? If you have the audacity to call this number again, I will rip your tongue out with my own hands! You damn bastard!"
Hearing this thunderous roar and his furious voice, Soha shuddered for a moment. Her intoxicated eyes widened in fear. As soon as he finished speaking, Adrik slammed the phone onto the floor with all his might. The device shattered into pieces, scattering into the corner of the room.
Adrik's chest was heaving like a bellows from the anger. He turned his gaze back toward Soha. The green glint in his eyes had deepened, darkening with his wrath. He pinned both of Soha's hands above her head with crushing force.
Adrik (gritting his teeth):
"Everyone wants to waste my time. But today, I won't listen to anyone. Today, it's just you and me... no one else!"
Adrik doubled the intensity of his onslaught. His rage had transformed into a wild, frantic excitement, which began to crush Soha's delicate body even more ruthlessly. Soha shriveled under this angry version of Adrik, yet the intoxication inside her continued to push her back toward him.