The storm broke at midnight.
Tatiana was always refined in her cruelty — a queen of diamonds and blades.
Sofia was wild fire—boisterous, careless, brutal, loud, reckless, and vicious. But tonight, both sat beside one another, their hatred woven, braided into something deadly.
And Lila?
Lila was the one who set the match off.
She was the spark to put fire in both wives.
She was in Viktor's bed, marked on her skin by his hands, every inch of her breast was bitten by Viktor's brutal teeth, with swollen lips from kisses that had an almost punishing quality to them. She should be shaking, should be blushing.
But she was lying there like a queen on her throne — Viktor's shirt off one shoulder, the impressions of his hunger jewels on her white and pale skin, like a Milky Way going in the galaxy.
As Tatiana and Sofia rushed into the room, Lila didn't bat an eye.
She smiled.
"You think you've won?" Tatiana's tone was ice and encased in silk.
"You think fucking him makes you something?" Giving your pussy will make you something else like no one?
She sat up with care, allowing the sheet to slide down along her body. "I believe it makes me his," she whispered delicately, her words dripping with venom & scalp alike. "And that was all you ever wanted to be."
Sofia laugh.
Always the loose and wild ones. She seized Lila's hair, pulling her off the bed, scratching into the scalp with her nails.
But Lila had spent her life in hell — drug out by her hair, beaten, used — this was nothing.
The pain she endured in the past was way too big, way too terrible.
She whirled and struck Sofia in the stomach with her knee, and she went tumbling to the floor.
Tatiana was deadlier. Intelligent and smarter than her. She struck not with hands — she struck with words. "Do you know how many girls Viktor has had and discarded?"
Do you know how many girls has he fucked and throne away like trash?
Tatiana's smile was sharp as a blade. "You are nothing but a new toy. And when he was tired of you, you would be like all the rest. Buried. Unmarked."
Lila smiled — faintly — for an instant.
And Tatiana caught it.
"Ah," Tatiana murmured, drawing near. "You feel privileged? You are not. You are next."
The knife was in Lila's hand even before she thought. A small blade Viktor had left on the bedside table — in case of protection, he had said. But Lila was not grasping it like a girl who needed to be protected.
She was grasping it like a girl who had nothing left to lose.
"Touch me again," Lila threatened, her body trembling with rage, "and I'll scar your face in a way that Viktor won't want to look at it again."
Tatiana stiffened. For the very first time, her façade wavered. Her eyes flickered with fear.
But Sofia was not finished. She scrambled to her feet, snatched up a crystal lamp, and swung. The room dissolved into chaos — glass shattered, blood bloomed, silk sheets torn from the bed. Lila struggled like a girl grown up in the kind of house where each day was survival. Sofia struggled like a woman whose entire life was sliding through her hands.
By the time Viktor entered, it was already too late.
Lila towered over Sofia, the knife held to her throat, the two of them panting like animals in the grip of passion and fury. Tatiana stepped back, one hand clamped on her cheek where Lila's nails had marked her with bloody gouges.
The clothes were shattered, and three girls were almost naked.
Dropping their tits out and hanging themselves as pray
The room reeked of sex, sweat, and violence.
"What in the world is this?" Viktor spoke in an ice-cold tone that sliced through the insanity. "Are you all out of your bloody minds?"
Sofia was the first whose voice cracked. "She believes she can replace us."
Lila smiled slowly and with wickedness. "I already do."
Viktor should have had an apoplectic fit. He should've yanked Lila out of the room, disciplined her, and reminded her who was boss. But all he was hard.
Seeing her standing there with blood on her legs and flame in her eyes, Viktor felt something break within him. This was not the vulnerable girl he had pulled out of filth. This was what he had made her — something darker and sharper.
His ideal monster.
He strode into the room and grasped Lila's chin and tilted her face upwards so she had to look up to him.
Her trembling lips, but her eyes — her completely fucking fearless eyes.
"You enjoy my focus, don't you, little one?" He spoke low enough so that she alone could hear. "You will bleed because of it."
"I already do," she whispered in response.
Suddenly, Viktor kissed her — brutal and possessive — in front of the other women. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, biting down enough to break the skin. Lila groaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shirt, pulling him in tighter.
Opening his shirt one button at a time.
Tatiana let out a noise — part fury, part heartbreak. Sofia looked away, not being able to bear it.
Viktor drew back away from her, smearing the blood on Lila's lips. "You want to be queen?" He whispered. "Queens must endure the crown."
Lila smiled and wet her lips with a lick to taste the blood.
He chuckled — a dark sound — before shifting to the wives. "Touch her again and I will chop off your fucking hands."
He then dragged Lila out of the room, half-nude and bleeding, and slammed her against the freezing wall of the hallway. "You keep pushing me," he growled, grasping her by the throat. "One day I'm going to push back. Hard." One day I'll take it so hard, Viktor, that you can't pull it out of me, until I want.
"Do it," she whispered, her heart pounding against his fingers. "I want you to."
Viktor's grip closed on her — not enough to be painful, but enough to catch her breath.
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Yes, I do."
I am fucking asking you to open my legs and make me your bitch, make me your slaves, fuck me as much you want; lick my pussy like a cherry on the icecream.
He kissed her once more — savage and desperate — and this time there was nothing soft between them any longer. Teeth and tongue and the metallic, wild taste of blood alone remained.
They never made it to the bedroom. They fucked in the hallway instead, Victor put Lila on the dining table taking her shirt off, kissing his breast licking her tits; Lila was glowing Ahhhhhhhh Viktor is that all you can do Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
With their wives on the other side of the door — hate and jealousy searing through them like they wanna kill Lila.
And Lila?
She smiled the entire time. Every bite Viktor takes, every kiss Viktor drops Lila, just saying to him Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Viktor give me more, give me everything you had, Harder Viktor, Harder.
For she was no one's victim for the first time in her life.
She was the weapon.
Her scream goes in Viktor's like putting fire in the stick to his di**.