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The next day, I woke up fully content.

I had gotten my way with Sevan and I even finished myself off after it all.

It was a good day—and the glow of my skin in the mirror proved so.

I started on skincare first, washing my face and applying the necessary products.

Until I moved on to my hair, brushing through the silkiness of my strands and applying some of my hair oils.

Once I was satisfied, I walked over to my closet—deciding to change out of my robe.

At least until I heard one firm knock at my door.

"Koslov, you have gift."

I paused my movements by my closet, feeling my body burn at another one of Sevan's gifts.

She can't get the upper hand.

Not when she was so fucking weak underneath me.

I clenched my jaw, backing away from my closet to open my bedroom door.

But I didn't reveal myself fully to one of my men, considering I was only in a robe.

Instead, I stuck my hand out and took the box he handed to me.

It was slightly heavy in my hand that I slid back in, holding the box firmly as I shut my door.

My light eyes traced the white box wrapped in a silky black ribbon.

Until I walked over to my bed and began opening it—pulling the ribbon apart and tugging the box open.

I drew in a tight breath as soon as my eyes landed on the supposed gift.

Or should I say toy?

A dildo to be specific.

It was a light shade of pink, waiting with a card attached.

My jaw clenched as I reluctantly picked up the card, opening it to read what I knew would be a challenge.

Think of me.

-S

I flung the notecard aside, grabbing the light pink dildo to analyze.

It was soft under my fingertips, the end of it slightly curved to hit the correct spots.

I shook my head, deciding that I wouldn't give in to her demands.

But at the same time, I wanted to fuck myself with this.

So fucking messily that my legs ache and I can't breathe properly.

My jaw tightened, feeling the sudden pressure between my legs grow at my explicit thoughts.

I didn't think.

Instead, I stood from the bed and washed the soft toy.

Very thoroughly with hot water and unscented soap.

Until I found myself crawling onto my bed with anticipation aching between my legs.

I slid my silky robe up, my skin prickling with every movement.

The ache building inside me was unbearable, like a fire growing hotter with every breath as I thought about what I was about to do.

I trailed my fingers down my stomach as I kneeled on the soft mattress, grazing over the sensitive skin of my thighs.

Until I reached the warmth between my legs, immediately making a shiver run through me.

I was already wet, aching for release.

My fingers dipped into my slickness as I exhaled sharply—rubbing my clit with the softness of my fingers that felt impossibly smooth against my swollen flesh.

It wasn't enough.

I wanted more.

I needed it rougher.

My fingers moved faster, rubbing and flicking at my clit—which easily sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle my moans that threatened to escape.

But the wet sounds from between my legs betrayed me, filling the air as I soaked the sheets beneath me.

I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into the sensation that my body begged for more of.

I suddenly reached for the toy beside me on the bed and guided it past my slick folds—softly moaning as it stretched me out.

The vibrations buzzed to life, making my walls clench around the toy as pleasure shot up my spine.

I began to ride the toy, grinding my hips against it as the vibrations hit all the right spots.

My body arched for more and more, chasing the release I craved.

I slid my free hand up my body to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples.

Which only added to the fire building inside me.

Then her face flashed in my mind.

And that's when things took a turn.

A low groan vibrated from deep in my chest, my hips moving faster and my fingers furiously working my clit.

My hand trembled with the effort, but I couldn't fucking stop.

I needed this more than I needed the air I was currently robbing myself of with each wavered pant.

I flicked my clit harder, my breath ragged as my body bounced with each thrust and my breasts swayed with every movement.

My thighs shook as I pressed myself further into the toy, desperate to feel more, desperate to come.

I whimpered as my thighs trembled, the vibrations against my sensitive walls too much to handle.

My back arched, my fingers twitching against my clit until a sharp moan tore from my throat and my orgasm hit me like a wave.

My body jerked forward uncontrollably, the pleasure consuming me and pulling me under until I finally came undone.

Every muscle in my body tightened and then released all at once.

I gasped for air as I rode out my orgasm which grew more intense by the second.

Until I quickly turned off the toy before the overstimulation could set in.

I gritted my teeth as I slowly slid the wet dildo out of myself, which was slick and dripping from my own previous desperation.

I let out a long sigh, climbing off the bed onto my loose legs as I made my way to the bathroom with the toy in my hand.

And once it was washed and stored with my others, I headed back into my room—deciding to go back to sleep and take a short nap before I finished getting ready for the day.

Which really only consisted of checking up on my dealers and getting the profit made from the shipment.

I also would need to supervise the teams of people decorating the venue for tonight's usual social event.

Donations and helping out your community get you a lot farther, especially if you run a mafia.

I let out a long sigh, nuzzling into my pillow as my eyes fell shut for a quick nap.

And with the warm tingles between my legs from my previous release, I felt entirely relaxed.

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That night approached quickly, especially with all the running around I had to do.

But everything was checked off my list, and now all I had to do was show up.

I kept my outfit for tonight's event simple.

A halter black dress with tinted stockings and matching stilettos.

I wore my typical makeup—except my light eyes were outlined with a smokey black eyeshadow, wearing a nude matte lipstick.

Nikolai and Ivan waited at the bottom of the stairs for me—both dressed in crisp tuxes and their hands locked behind their backs.

"Perfect timing," Nikolai said as I stopped in front of them.

"I'm late," I blankly said, following them to the tall marble front doors.

"Nyet, you are princess—when you arrive then event starts," Nikolai reminded me as I naturally glanced behind me, hearing soft footfalls grow closer to us.

Then there were the heavy rapid footfalls of Arina who walked beside Yury.

They were dressed a little above casual for the dinner I insisted they go on tonight while I'm busy handling business.

"You look very nice," I said as I approached Yury, straightening out the neckline of his grey sweater.

Yury smiled, "I'm very excited to try out such a new place," he told me.

I hummed, "Order everything you want," I reminded him, glancing over to Arina who stared at me blankly, "They have the finest dessert dishes."

Arina glanced away from me with a childishly tightened jaw, which naturally made me roll my eyes.

"Have a good night out," I told Yury, backing away toward Nikolai and Ivan.

"You as well Via," Yury said as he followed behind us out of the estate into the cold air—where we all walked to our separate running cars.

The venue Zoloto Hall was already lined with cars waiting on the valet.

My driver pulled to the back, following the SUV in front of us while the SUV behind us followed closely along.

And as I slipped out of the parked car, Nikolai and Ivan got out of the SUV with my other men who all stepped out with them.

The back entrance of the tall building led to a long marble hallway that our footsteps echoed against—pure silence gathered between us as we walked to the end of the hallway.

And upon walking through the doors opened for me, I was greeted with the faint chatter of poshly dressed people.

There were other mafia leaders among the politicians and business owners.

It was a time to discuss strategies.

Something that grows boring after a couple of hours.

I don't care about politics or business models, and I don't pretend to either.

They sit there nervously stumbling over their words as they sit in front of me talking.

The most put-together women and serious men fall so easily under my silence.

It's amusing.

Until it's boring again—and I'm finally leaving the venue after hours of stiff conversation, ready for a change of scenery.

The nightclub Zarya was packed as usual for a Friday night.

Only the second level of sections was reserved specifically for my after-party.

Yet one person already sat in one of them, drinking her usual glass of dark liquid.

She wore dark baggy jeans and a loose black t-shirt that exposed her arms covered in sparse tattoos—her leather jacket folded over the back of the couch.

Her face was bare with her short dark hair gelled back as usual.

The people crowding into the different sections all avoided the one she sat calmly in—meanwhile, I walked directly over to her with Nikolai and Ivan following behind me.

"Zinovia," Sevan spoke first as I walked past the velvet ropes her security pulled open for me.

"I have money," I said as Nikolai and Ivan set the four different duffle bags on the table.

Sevan lazily raised her brows, "Sit down," she said, motioning her head to the couch she sat on.

"I like standing," I said bluntly, eyeing her sharpened face.

"I assume you liked your gift too?" Sevan subtly asked me, the amusement growing on her face when I narrowed my stare at her.

"Very much," I said, tightly smiling at her, "But not as much as you liked me between your—"

"Out," Sevan cut me short, motioning to the men behind me.

Which included Nikolai and Ivan who nodded firmly, giving us our space to walk downstairs to the bar.

"Sit the fuck down Zinovia before I make you," Sevan said, her tone calm and her stare pinned precisely on me.

My tightened smile grew, "You want to make me no?" I said, eyeing her face as I remained standing.

"I do," Sevan said, her dark eyes drifting away from mine to eye my body covered in fur, "But you don't want me to—not when I have you over my lap."

I clenched my jaw, fighting the burn sinking down my body, "Any excuse to touch me," I mumbled, deciding to walk over and sit down beside her.

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink.

Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth.

"Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really."

Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing—can you say the same after what I'll do to you?"

I narrowed my stare, "You don't fuck me, Sevan, so I do say the same," I said back to her in a grit.

Sevan's amusement only grew, reaching down to take the glass I had stolen from her out of my hand.

I clenched my jaw as soon as she brushed her fingers across mine, trailing them up my arm before she gripped my bicep and tugged me into her.

I grunted as she tugged me even closer when I tried to pull away, leaning past my face into my ear.

"I'll have my way with you," she whispered so delicately in my ear, tightening her grip on my arm and earning a grunt from me, "And when I do, you'll wish you had fucking behaved yourself more."

I clenched my jaw as I jerked away from her, but she only gripped me tighter to her warm body, enveloping me in her familiar cologne.

"Tell me how you used it," Sevan continued, grazing her lips against my ear and forcing a shiver down my stiff spine, "Were you on your back? Or maybe your side as you slid it inside of yourself repeatedly until you finally got off to me?"

I purposely leaned into her ear, roughly grazing my teeth against her soft skin and earning a hum from her.

"I rode it... slow at first until I couldn't fucking take it anymore and I went faster," I whispered to her, softening my voice as my tongue ran over the soft edge of her ear, "I thought nothing of you, instead I thought of the woman I had my fingers buried in and—"

"Lying is an ugly habit, Zinovia," Sevan told me, leaning away from my ear.

But she didn't let go of my arm.

Instead, she met my stare, leaving our faces inches apart under the dim flashing lights of the club.

"And to be clear," Sevan said, briefly glancing down to my lips before her eyes shifted back up to meet mine, "I know you're lying based on the way your legs open for me."

I suddenly glanced down, noticing her other hand that rested on the edge of the couch between my legs.

That were undoubtedly spread apart.

Blyat.

"I go dance," I mumbled, tugging out of her hold and clamping my legs back shut.

She might've proven me wrong, but I always keep the upper hand.

Always.

"I'm sure you'll think of me while doing that too," Sevan said as I stood from the couch and shrugged my fur coat off.

Before I purposely tugged my black dress up slightly, making it even shorter than it already was.

"Maybe," I said, glancing over my shoulder and noticing her eyes lingering on my thighs and slightly exposed ass, "But someone else touches me so it doesn't matter."

Sevan's dark eyes flickered up, meeting my gaze with nothing but an unsettling darkness.

But before she could say anything else, I walked off from the section to head down to the dance floor.

Where I neared the bar for their strongest shot of vodka.

Two shots actually—which never really affected me.

Then I walked over to the crowded floor of swaying bodies, searching for my best option.

She had blonde hair and light eyes that I couldn't make out under the flashing lights.

But she lingered among people, giving me an open chance of pulling her in to dance.

Which she let me do.

Words weren't exchanged between us—only our bodies pressed together and silently communicating one thing.

Yet my eyes shifted up, zoning in on Sevan who stood by the balcony edge of the second floor watching us from above.

Her attention encouraged me.

So I roamed the woman's hands from my hips lower down, leaning back further against her body as she leaned into me.

Sevan didn't react.

At least not visibly.

But I knew it bothered her—otherwise, she wouldn't be standing from the section watching us.

I narrowed my eyes as soon as Sevan leaned away from the balcony, unable to spot her presence any longer.

Which left me bored and stuck dancing with some random woman for a few more uncounted moments.

Until I sighed and pulled away from her, not bothering to exchange any words with her as I made my way through the packed dance floor.

And without the help of security, I was forced to brush past their random bodies.

Disgusting.

I suddenly glanced over, noticing her familiar face in the crowd with her dark eyes pinned on mine.

As she neared me.

So I purposefully continued walking—not giving her a chance to catch up to me.

But there was security by her side, parting through the crowd so she didn't have to.

It gave her an advantage.

It also helped her catch up to me.

"I don't dance with you," I said distastefully, knowing exactly what she wanted.

I grunted, feeling Sevan roughly tug me back by my hair.

And as soon as she ran her arm past my waist, I was pressed back to her body—inhaling her familiar scent all over again.

"Move your hips like you did for her," Sevan murmured in my ear.

I smiled tightly, glancing to the cameras that were prominent on the dance floor compared to the private sections.

"They watch us remember?" I purposely said.

Sevan smoothed her hands down the front of my body, "The cameras are looped," she said so lowly in my ear that her warm breath fanned across, "Now move your hips for me."

I clenched my jaw when she delicately ran her hands down to my hips.

Until she roughly gripped me back into her, earning a hum from me.

"You want it? Do it yourself," I said, still not bothering to give in to her demands.

But Sevan gave into mine, guiding my hips with each beat as she squeezed and kneaded my covered skin.

She pressed the front of her body into mine, gripping and tugging me as if my body could only belong to her.

But eventually, I couldn't fucking take it.

I began matching her pace, wrapping my hands around her wrists and digging my nails into her soft skin.

Which only made Sevan dig her short nails into my covered hips, reciprocating my actions.

Until she reached up and wrapped her hand in my silky hair.

Tugging my head back onto her shoulder and earning a rough grunt from me.

"Better," Sevan said, eyeing my face as our lower bodies moved in sync.

"Be honest," I said, holding her darkened stare as I remained forced to lean back against her shoulder, "How wet are you for me right now?"

Sevan's lips twitched up, amusement written on her face, "Very fucking wet Zinovia," she murmured in my ear, "But someone else is handling that tonight."

I narrowed my eyes at her—but before I could say anything in response, she had let me go entirely.

Which forced me to stumble slightly.

"Sevan," I gritted, pushing anyone I passed with roughness just to catch up to her.

She does not get the final word.

She also doesn't get to let anyone touch her.

I don't share what belongs to me.

People have died due to the small assumption of that.

"I kill her," I said as soon as I made it to the section where Sevan stood, tugging her jacket on, "I kill you too."

Sevan lazily raised her brows, "Jealous?" she asked, eyeing my face in nothing but amusement.

I clenched my jaw at the insult, "You touch people, da—but they don't touch you Sevan," I said, taking three firm steps near her, "I don't share what belongs to me."

Sevan tilted her head, emphasizing her sharp jawline, "Who said I belonged to you in the first place?" she asked, her dark eyes never wavering from mine.

I took a sharp step closer to her, closing the space between us as I tilted my head back, aligning our stares entirely.

"I touched it," I whispered, briefly glancing down to her lips before shifting my stare back up to her eyes, "It's mine."

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly, "We'll talk soon Zinovia," she said, leaning away from me, "Once I'm back in town."

I clenched my hands into fists by my side, feeling a familiar rage boil around me.

It was something I had only felt when I threw legitimate fits.

But I refused to give her that reaction.

To give her that emotion.

So I walked back over to the section—sparing her a response as I snatched the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket.

And as I watched her walk down the stairs with her security, I took long sips of the bubbly liquid—plotting what my next move would be.

Or the next lesson specifically.

One she'll learn if she decides to go against what I just fucking told her.