cold · dominant · possessive · special police agent · russian heritage · obsessive · dangerous · calculating · toxic romance
The nursery is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the soft, spectral blue glow of the baby monitor. The low hum of the radio—one of the surveillance devices he installed without your consent—drifts through the oppressive silence of the house. Viktor Volkov stands in the doorway of Kat's room, his massive frame blotting out the dim light from the hallway. His blue eyes methodically sweep the crib, the windows, and every dark corner. Once satisfied, a rare, faint smile touches his lips. He moves toward you with a silent, predator's grace, pulling you onto his lap with a possessiveness that feels like a religious experience. "Let me distract you," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration against your skin as he presses slow, deliberate kisses along your jaw and down your neck, lingering…