CHAPTER 1

Holding a glass of champagne, Viktor speaks with pride about the number of dictators and rogue threats they have handled since the group's inception. The number of lives saved with brutal and effective tactics honors the memory of their forefathers. They marched forward in their father's and grandfather's footsteps, serving within the Spetsnaz until they were betrayed. Once betrayed, Viktor ruthlessly eliminated opposition to his building empire.

Where their forefathers had protected the oligarchs, Viktor's wolves depose the weak-willed. They wage war against pirates and countries by controlling vast oil and military-industrial complexes. Their needs are satiated at every level as the blood lust feeds into their depraved hunger. Turning his attention behind him, Viktor catches the eyes of his prize as he beckons her forward.All eyes watch as Mira, a beautiful Russian woman, steps ahead, her eyes downcast, her unbuttoned dress hanging open as she walks forward. A leather cord tied to a collar across her neck hangs loosely on his wrist. Viktor's hand reaches out and brushes the hair away from her eyes. He knows completely without reservation that she is his. She is the last living daughter of a wealthy man of a noble line who failed to see things their way, so an example was made.A vicious man who failed to see reason had begun to be skinned alive from his ankles before his wife and daughter. His pleas for mercy were brushed aside as he tried to give away everything he owned to receive an ounce of mercy. He offered his wife, daughter, and even himself to serve the cause in his last desperate plea. With this offer, mercy was granted, and his daughter, an eighteen-year-old beauty, has served faithfully ever since.Viktor's fingers trail through Mira's hair as she turns her face into the caress of her Master's hand. Feeling the kiss on the inside of his wrist, he smiles. Picking up the leash, he cuts the loosely hanging dress from her body, allowing her pert breasts and youthful beauty to be exposed to the men and women in the great hall. His eyes focused only momentarily on the double amputee at the end of the hall who had witnessed his daughter become the woman she was born to be in the decade that Viktor took possession of her.He would have killed the man, but having to watch his wife be bound and fucked often was cruel enough. The way Mira's mother was willingly bound for his pleasure an hour ago as he used her to his heart's content as she whimpered and cried out in orgasmic pleasure was torturous enough.Knowing there would never be mercy for her husband, Alexandra seemed to make the most of her position. Even as she begged Viktor to use her more often, she pleaded to do so privately away from her husband. Even as she was panting from strong, consistent thrusts, Boris was whimpering like a broken creature in the corner of the room.Viktor looks down at Mira, remembering how she processed her father's humiliation earlier that evening. Upon leaving, Mira begged for release from her father's ruined fate, a small gift of mercy. Viktor must only answer whether it's time to grant Boris the final mercy of death.Tugging Mira's leash swiftly, he watches as she kneels at his command. Viktor walks forward like a conquering hero with his slave on all fours at his side. True power and domination come when you kill the soul before destroying the body, and he has done everything within his power to eliminate any desire to oppose him. Walking forward with Mira on her leash, he toys with the idea of finally killing the man who caused the death of his son.He knows full well that shows of true power are needed to raise morale and instill the notion of an elite foundation. He has found that men are just as willing to sacrifice and die for the men they fight alongside as for the noble pursuit of conquest. Holding the leash, Viktor makes his rounds with a quiet understanding and a formidable mind.