บททั้งหมดของ Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

His words struck a chord deep inside me.It was wrong, what I was feeling.But the truth was, killing had started to feel different.Not just cold, not just necessary—it had started to feel… freeing.Like I was shedding the last remnants of my humanity with every life I took.And Viktor was the one who was guiding me, pulling me deeper into this abyss.“I don’t know,” I said, my voice cracking. “I don’t know anymore.”His hand slid down the curve of my neck, his touch possessive, controlling.He knew me better than I knew myself.“You do know, Sabrina. You just don’t want to admit it. You like it. You like the control. The power. The way it makes you feel.”I closed my eyes, unable to deny it any longer.There was truth in his words.It scared me, the way he understood me, the way he was inside my head.Before I could say anything more, Viktor’s lips were on mine, hot and demanding.His kiss was no longer tentative, no longer testing.This was a claim, a possession.His hand tangled i

The way he had wormed his way into my soul, twisting me into something darker.I wanted to pull away, to break free of him, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.It was like I was tethered to him, bound by invisible threads that kept tightening with every touch, every kiss.The harder I fought, the deeper the pull became.He dragged his mouth down my throat, the harshness of his touch biting into my skin, marking me as his own.I flinched, but it wasn’t from pain.It was from the sick thrill I felt as he claimed me, as he branded me with every kiss.“You hate this, don’t you?” Viktor whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “But deep down, you love it. You love the way I make you feel—powerless, broken, consumed by this darkness. I’ve seen it in your eyes. You don’t just want me, Sabrina. You need me. You need this.”I trembled, every fiber of my being crying out for release, for a way to escape the suffocating pressure he had built around me.But I couldn’t escape.Not from him.No

My heart hammered in my chest as he held it in front of my face, the cold steel reflecting the twisted gleam in his eyes.“Do you trust me, Sabrina?”His voice was calm, almost too calm, as though this were nothing more than a game—a sick, deranged game he was inviting me to play.I didn’t know what to say.I didn’t trust him.I couldn’t trust him.But at the same time, a part of me—something deep and dark and twisted—wanted to know what he was going to do next.I wanted to feel the rush, the thrill of the danger, even as it suffocated me.I swallowed hard, my throat dry.“No,” I whispered, the word barely leaving my lips, and yet it felt like a confession.His smile grew wider, predatory, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Good. I don’t want you to trust me. Not yet.”He ran the blade down my cheek with slow, measured movements, the cold metal grazing my skin just lightly enough to make me shiver.A jagged, sharp thrill of fear and exhilaration

1SABRINAThe room felt like it was closing in around me, each breath I took heavier, thicker, as if the air itself had turned to smoke.Viktor’s hands were on me, everywhere now—gripping, pulling, as though he were trying to possess every inch of me, claiming me in ways I didn’t understand but felt deep in my bones.And the knife—still there, a constant reminder of the power he held over me, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned between us.I could feel it in the way his body pressed into mine, the heat of his skin, the desperate way he kissed me.Like he was trying to consume me, make me part of him in a way that was more than physical.His lips pulled away from mine, his breath ragged, as he stepped back just enough to look at me, his eyes wild, unfocused, like something had cracked inside him.“I’ve been mad about you ever since we first met,” he rasped, his voice rough and raw, as if the words were torn from the depths of him. “Always wondered what was different abou

If I was going to burn, I wanted him to burn with me.5VIKTORWhen she kissed me back, it was like the world stopped.All I could feel was her—her anger, her pain, her fire.She was mine, completely and utterly mine, and I was never going to let her go.I pushed her back against the wall, my hands tangling in her hair as I deepened the kiss.She gasped, and the sound was like a drug, fueling the madness inside me.“I’ve waited for this,” I murmured against her lips. “Waited for you to see it, to feel it. You and me, Sabrina. We’re the same.”She shook her head, but I could see the doubt in her eyes.She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew it was true.“You can fight it all you want,” I said, brushing my thumb against her cheek. “But you belong to me. And I belong to you.”Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, I thought she was going to push me away.But instead, she pulled me closer, her lips crashing into mine with a desperation that matched my own.In that moment, it di