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As Sevan had said, she waited outside my hotel—sitting in the backseat of the running Range Rover.

She wasn't wearing her usual leather jacket given the weather—only a loose black t-shirt with matching dress pants and shiny loafers.

It was quiet when I slid into the backseat beside her, processing the oddness of the situation.

I'd never been in a car with her before.

And I hadn't realized how unbearably intoxicating her cologne was until now—sitting so close in such a confined space.

"I'm not touching her," Sevan finally said as the car slowly rolled forward.

My light eyes snapped to meet hers, "Why?" I asked her, realizing she meant she wouldn't touch my friend back in Paris.

But at what cost?

To save her for later?

"Because," Sevan said, lifting her hand up to me, "I've decided you're going to apologize in a different way."

And as soon as she ran her fingertips down the front of my neck that she eyed so openly—I knew exactly what she was insinuating.

I also realized I killed her right-hand man for no fucking reason.

My eyes unconsciously closed as she leaned into my ear, her warm breath grazing my skin that her lips barely touched.

"Get on your knees, Zinovia," she whispered so delicately in my ear.

I didn't need her to say it.

I knew exactly what I wanted before I stepped into this car.

"I send text first," I said, my eyes fluttering open as she pulled away from me.

Her dark eyes watched me carefully as I pulled out my phone and unlocked it—angling it away from her eyes for privacy.

I texted one of my men to hide Dario's body—cover it up.

I had taken this too far, and if Sevan did find out—I knew she would automatically get even.

And I don't need her hunting down Klara or anyone else for that matter.

I grunted when Sevan suddenly yanked me down by my hair, making my locked phone fall in the seat.

And for once, I complied—pushing the newly made Dario issue to the back of my head as I settled on my knees of the moving car.

The floorboard was slightly cushioned under me as I stared up at her—unbuckling her belt before pulling her pants and underwear down.

"Wider," I ordered, pressing her legs further apart as I leaned down closer to where I wanted to be.

Sevan let out a low approving hum as her fingers threaded through my hair.

At first, her touch was gentle, almost affectionate.

But then her grip tightened—yanking at my roots as she pulled me down towards her core, which earned a hum from me.

My lips barely grazed her, just the lightest touch, but it was enough to make a moan vibrate from deep within my chest.

And then I was entirely buried between her soft thighs.

Where everything felt so smooth and warm against my lips.

I immediately latched onto her clit, my lips closing around it as I flicked my tongue against her sensitive bud.

Which immediately made groans burn in her throat, guiding me by my hair with each move I made against her.

Her wetness quickly mixed with my saliva, and I reveled in the way she reacted to every lick and suck.

But something wasn't right.

Despite how responsive her body was, she didn't feel close.

Her moans were there, her breath was ragged, but the usual signs...

The shaking legs, the desperate clenching of her body—they weren't coming.

I furrowed my brows, quickening the pace of my tongue as I applied more pressure to her clit, sucking harder, flicking faster.

Which made deeper groans vibrate in her chest, tugging my hair so harshly that it made my head burn.

But her legs still weren't shaking and her body wasn't tensing for the need to release.

She wasn't as desperate as I like her.

So I trailed down to her entrance, sliding my tongue past her sticky wetness.

"There you go Zinovia," Sevan breathed out as I plunged deeper into her, sliding in and out with a rhythm that made her groan, "Good girl."

I felt my jaw tighten at her praise—running my hands past her waist and tugging her closer to my mouth.

Which earned another groan from her, especially as I sped up my pace—sliding in and out of her until my jaw began physically locking.

But I refused to stop until she was shaking, screaming, or—

The car came to a slow halt, which indicated that we had made it to the tarmac.

But I didn't care.

I wasn't finished.

"I don't stop," I said as soon as she pulled me away by my hair.

My mouth was practically watering and desperate to return to her—to finish what I had started.

I tried to bury back between her thighs, my tongue flicking harder and faster against her clit, determined to make her come.

I've never had an occurrence when a woman didn't finish.

And I'll never have one.

"Zinovia," Sevan said, leaning away from me as she guided me back yet again.

I struggled under her firm hold this time—which held me tighter in place by my hair.

"I said—I don't stop," I repeated myself, digging my nails into her waist that I refused to let go of.

Sevan only shook her head, "You also aren't making me come," she determined as her dark eyes stared down at me with nothing but amusement.

I felt my face burn at the insult, jerking out of her hold as I let go of her waist.

"Maybe if you were fucking wetter," I mumbled, stumbling up from the floorboard as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Sevan only grew more amused, "You killed my only long-term fuck buddy—and now you can't even give me head," she said, pulling her underwear and pants back up, "Fucking disappointing."

I clenched my jaw, feeling my hands twitch at my side with the need to slap her.

Especially with how fucking entertained she looked right now.

"Idi na khuy," I gritted, saying the words fuck you as I climbed out of the backseat, my heels clicking against the pavement.

"You already have Zinovia," Sevan added, fueling my anger even more, "Just not good enough this time."

I slammed the back door shut, the sound so loud that it echoed for a couple of seconds.

But I didn't care.

I only turned on my heel and practically stomped up the stairs of the private plane—on the verge of throwing a full-on fucking fit.

Because for once she did get under my skin.

And I fucking hated it.

I had to take a Xanax as soon as I stepped foot on that plane—washing it down with vodka as I sat in one of the cushioned chairs.

My leg nearly bounced rapidly up and down, waiting for my sudden calmness to drift in.

Especially when I received a call from her unmarked number.

Which I immediately fucking ignored—staring forward as I waited for us to take off.

She called me again.

And again.

And fucking again.

Until eventually, I answered—feeling the plane slowly roll down the tarmac.

"What," I said, my tone lowered and nothing but tight with her.

I really need this fucking Xanax to kick in.

"Are you mad baby?" Sevan asked me, her soft voice ticking even the smallest of nerves that I had.

"Wait until I fuck you with something more than my mouth Sevan—then talk to me," I mumbled, tightening my grip around the cold phone.

"Yeah?" she whispered, still so fucking unaffected, "Because there is something you should know."

I remained silent, not bothering to contribute any more fucking words to this shitty conversation.

"I never wanted you to apologize on your knees Zinovia—I wanted to get even," Sevan said, her tone lowered and darkened almost dangerously, "So I fucked two women before you—and came both times."

I felt my jaw clench even tighter, my nails digging into the soft leather seat under me.

"You ate from the same spot they did—there just wasn't anything left to give you," Sevan casually added, her satisfaction prominent even over the phone.

She made me feel fucking crazy.

Like I was the reason she couldn't come.

When this was the real reason.

I briefly closed my eyes, letting out the longest breath of my fucking life.

"I see," I forced out, my tone tight and as rigid as ever.

"I'm glad you finally do," Sevan spoke, letting out a calm sigh, "You don't make the rules and you never will, Zinovia."

I nodded a few times, almost forcing the most hysterically tight smile on my face.

"Da," I murmured, slowly unhanding the armrest to grab my glass of vodka that I took the longest sip of.

I hummed as it burned so roughly down my throat, leaning further back in my chair.

"You see other people—I see other people," I said almost purposely, knowing she had locked a woman in a room from watching only a video of me fucking her.

"Zinovia—"

"Maybe I let them touch me for once," I whispered, gently setting my glass down on the table.

The line was silent for a moment as I stared out of the window at the tarmac the plane drove down, feeling satisfied with my next moves.

"I will kill them," Sevan's calm but lowered voice filled my ears, "And when I'm done with them I'll come for you."

My lips twitched up slightly, "If only you could've done that in the car," I sighed, pretending to actually care when we both know I no longer don't.

My Xanax is slowly kicking in and I feel as calm as I ever could.

"You're joking, but I'm fucking serious, Zinovia," Sevan said, her once calm voice now as irritated as I preferred it.

"Oh, but I am very serious too," I emphasized, relaxing further against the smooth leather chair, "We talk soon, Sevan," I said, ending the call as I felt the plane speed up for takeoff.

I guess I have plans when I get back to Moscow after all.

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After landing in Moscow the next morning after a fourteen-hour long flight, I began planning for that night.

And sleeping.

I slept so fucking much.

By the time I felt decently refreshed and no longer jet lagged—it was already past the evening.

I had to drink a glass of vodka to really wake up since tiredness still lingered at the edges of my foggy head.

But eventually, I was good—especially after getting ready.

I felt like myself again, wearing my shortest red dress and black stockings with my usual stilettos.

I also pulled on my black fur coat before lighting a cigar and heading downstairs.

My heels clicked sharply throughout the quiet house.

I knew Yury was already asleep considering the time, but I wasn't sure about Arina yet.

But as soon as my dogs approached me at the bottom of the staircase, I knew she was already tucked into bed and asleep.

She does have school tomorrow.

I let out a long exhale, blowing out smoke as I leaned down to pet my dogs.

It was a little past eleven and I'm supposed to be meeting the three women I specifically invited out by eleven.

But nothing begins until I get there.

So I took my time petting my dogs and finishing my cigar.

Until I was ready to leave and head to the nearby club.

Kremlin was packed for a Thursday night, lingering with crowds of people.

But I had a specific section reserved.

Where three of my best sat.

Alya, Faina, and Katia.

They already looked loose enough for me, especially as they sipped on champagne and danced with each other.

It was hot.

Watching their hips sway and their chests bounce with each movement.

I'm already ready to take this back to a hotel room.

But I also want to stay and enjoy myself.

Sevan's currently on a flight back to Moscow as my men told me, so everything I send her tonight will flood her phone when she lands.

I like the idea of that.

I also made sure to answer the text she sent me hours earlier.

It was different from her usual phone calls that blew up my phone.

Or numerous texts she would send back to back.

That's all she sent, and ever since I haven't heard anything back.

Even after I responded back, wanting her to call my bluff so I could prove her wrong yet again.

But she never answered my text.

She did read it though.

So tonight I'll make sure I send plenty of photos and videos, hoping she knows every detail of what I'm doing.

"Koslov—malyshka!" Alya spoke first as I walked past my men into the section.

My lips tilted up slightly, "Privet, krasivaya," I said, saying hi beautiful in Russian as my eyes fell down her thin frame.

Until naturally, I glanced over to Faina—admiring her curvy frame as I sat down.

And before I could offer, Katia took her place on my lap, running her manicured nails up my arms before slowly slipping my fur coat off me.

"We have you to ourselves tonight?" Katia asked me as Faina sat beside me with a shot she previously poured for me.

"Da," I said, running one of my hands past Katia's waist as I grabbed the shot from Faina with my other, "Sexy," I whispered in Faina's ear as I eyed her exposed thighs that her small dress barely covered.

"All yours," Faina told me as I leaned back to take my shot—while Alya sat down beside me with the bottle of champagne.

Which she handed me to drink after.

This is heaven.

Two women on either side of me and one on my lap.

Sevan wants to hook up with two women before me?

I do three.

And at once too.

"We drink and I get you back to hotel," I told them, taking another sip from the champagne bottle.

And as soon as they all nodded in confirmation, the night really began.

We drank more and they danced on each other while I openly watched.

At times they would take turns sitting on my lap where they would subtly shift against my legs.

They are very needy.

But I like them desperate.

So I stayed longer, dragging out their neediness until they were begging me to leave.

I even got videos of them dancing or sitting on my lap that they desperately would grind against, sending them to a specific unmarked contact.

Until eventually, I was ready to leave.

And normally I would take a hook-up back to my compound.

But not with three women.

At least not if Yury and Arina were there.

So I had a hotel room waiting for us nearby.

One that they all rushed to make it to.

Meanwhile, I was calm, but itching to touch every single one of them.

For once I took off my fur coat and dress, leaving me in nothing but my black lace undergarments and stockings.

Which surprised all three of my usual hookups.

I never undress in front of them.

But I needed to for these pictures.

Then Sevan can assume they touched—when in reality, I'm not letting their hands even graze me as I fuck them senseless.

"No touching," I said as soon as I approached them on the bed, noticing their lingering eyes on my body.

"But... we want you Koslov," Alya said, crawling to the end of the bed in nothing but her lacy white undergarments.

"We make you feel good," Faina said as she sat on her knees in red lace—something that clung so fucking perfectly to her curves.

Blyat.

"We all take turns—we get on our knees for you," Katia said, subtly pushing her breasts up that were already struggling to remain contained in her push-up bra.

I grabbed my phone, "We take pictures and then you spread your legs for me—simple," I said as I crawled onto the bed with them, "I straddle one of you da?"

The women immediately began talking in Russian, arguing over who would get the chance to be straddled for the photo.

I had to make the decision before their petty arguing pressed my nerves and ruined my fucking night.

Faina was perfect underneath me—especially in the picture that Alya took of us.

I made sure to guide Faina's hands to my breasts that she openly stared at, making the pictures look even better.

But it wasn't enough for me.

I needed more to send to Sevan.

So I let Alya lay between my legs and over me for another picture.

And then I also straddled Katia with Faina beside me—who leaned into my neck so that it looked like she was kissing me.

She was not.

And finally, after I got what I wanted, I sent them all to Sevan with no text or subject and passed out the enhancement pills to all three women.

I want them as wet as they come—especially with everything I have planned tonight.

Sevan needs to realize there is no getting even.

Because unlike her, I don't play to get even.

I play to win.