The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

I found that I couldn’t stop looking at her either.

Twirling my first knuckle around a lock of her blonde hair, I tugged her closer. She came willingly, without any fight. Her body moved toward me effortlessly, like it was made to respond to my touch.

I gave her hair another gentle tug, our bodies so deliciously close. Her hair smelt of roses, the fragrance so sweet and soft. I inhaled, breathing her sweet smell in. With our noses almost touching, I said, “What happened to you, silent myshka?”

Because I knew something had happened to her. Nobody would willingly become Valentin’s wife. Especially not a mute girl who was decades younger than him.

Whatever had happened to her—Valentin had a hand in it.

She was hiding in this tower, a forbidden secret, kept away from the world—it was all under her husband’s command.

It was clear as day. But me being a reckless bastard, I wanted to play with fire. I wanted to uncover her secrets, because those that are forbidden are always more tempting, more intriguing.

The taste of something forbidden was always more delectable. And I can’t wait to taste her secrets on my lips.

Her wide hazel eyes were unblinking. She looked lost in her thoughts, her chest moving up and down with each breath—the only indication that she was feeling something. Feeling my touch and I was going to make her want it—crave it, until it was the only thing she needed.

“Do you feel this?” I asked quietly, for her ears only. Her bodyguard, Igor, was there. His stares were burning into my back. I ignored him, but that didn’t mean he had to know what we were talking about.

Our words—mine and hers, they were only for each other.

The mute girl didn’t answer my question, just like I knew she wouldn’t. She didn’t even move. Her body was a frozen statue, her mind under my spell.

The corner of my lips lifted up in a smirk. I couldn’t even stop it. This was much easier than I had thought. I already had her in my trap—she fell almost so easily that I was left wondering if I had already won.

Or maybe I had won just this round. After all, we still had a long way to go.

“I want to know what you’re thinking,” I whispered, my nose brushing against her. She blinked this time, her lips parting, but no sound was made.

Her gaze drifted to my lips and then my eyes again. My finger unlocked around her hair, and I stood back up, pulling away.

The moment was shattered as she blinked again, her eyes widening in shock. It was the same moment that I saw fear in them before she bowed her head.

I saw true real fear, her body slightly trembling. She wasn’t scared of me. If she was—she would have tried to escape before, not willingly succumb to my advances. Instead, she had let me touch her.

The terror I had seen in her gaze, it was fear of the unknown. And Valentin Solonik, the bastard, her husband, and my so-called beloved uncle, was the only explanation.

Stepping away from her trembling frame, I stared at her a second. Her hands twisted agitatedly on her lap, her fingers digging into her thighs as she tried to regain some of her control again.

Little did she know…whatever control she had before, it would all be gone now. Her thoughts belonged to me, whether she liked it or not.

She was an itch I had to get rid of. I’ll have my fun while I can. Valentin is gone…his wife is alone. And wolves like to come out and play, so I’ll play a little bit.

“You shouldn’t be here, Konstantin.”

Annnd…here we go again. Let me actually introduce myself.

Viktor Konstantin Ivanshov, also known as Konstantin Solonik.

And now, I was back to being only Konstantin. Farewell, Viktor. Adieu. Until next time. I will fucking miss you. Cue sad, dramatic music.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around and faced Igor, who had rudely interrupted my moment with my mute nun.

“That’s Sir or Boss to you, Igor. You better remember that. I will not tolerate any disrespect. If you need a reminder of what your rank is and where you actually belong, let me know. I will gladly remind you,” I said slowly, making sure he understood every single word. “And please know, my ways are very different than Valentin’s.”

His throat moved as he swallowed nervously before bowing his head. “I am sorry, Sir. That won’t happen again. It’s just that Boss doesn’t allow anyone in this room. And you are also talking to her. That’s not allowed. It’s the rule of the estate,” he explained weakly.

I felt a sudden surge of anger at his words. They treated her like a fucking dog, someone not worthy. Like the lowest type of slaves. Hell, even the dogs at the Ivanshov estate were treated better than this.