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I let out a weak sigh, nuzzling deeper into the soft mattress under me as I avoided the bright sunlight growing around me.

Until I went to move my arms, which felt so fucking stiff and almost tingly.

They were still tightly restrained behind my back by metal handcuffs.

My ankles still were too.

I could feel the stiffness in my body, how my neck ached from being forced on my stomach with no fucking pillow.

My wrists and ankles felt beyond sore from the purposeful tightness of the handcuffs.

I furrowed my brows as I forced my burning eyes to open—processing the bright room around me.

The white bedding nearly glowed under the sunlight—along with the white stone walls and gold accents.

I suddenly glanced down, noticing a key lying on the bed in front of me.

One that I assumed unlocked my handcuffs.

Of course, she couldn't do it her fucking self.

She wants me to do it.

Another lesson.

I tightened my jaw, wiggling my body further up the mattress so my hands could be in line with the key.

Which I had to tilt my body slightly to grab with my restrained hands.

I bent my legs up first, fumbling with the key as I tried to find the keyhole of the handcuffs holding my ankles together.

Which took so fucking long, all I could hear were my heavy grunts and breathing as I kept trying to unlock my ankles.

Until finally, after a few unmeasured minutes—I finally slid the key into what felt like the keyhole.

So I twisted the key as best as I could, grunting as a click sounded.

I tugged against the cold metal—finally releasing one of my ankles from the handcuffs.

Next were my wrists, which would be much more complicated, but less time-consuming.

I slid down the bed, wiggling and squirming my way onto my feet as I adjusted to my legs.

Which felt so fucking sore from how badly I clenched them.

More of last night came back to me.

Her lap.

The spankings.

Why my ass currently felt sore.

I shook the thoughts away, noticing the sharp edges of the nightstand.

Which was exactly what I needed to get out of these handcuffs.

I turned away from the nightstand, leaning down as I began applying pressure to the chain of the handcuffs using the sharp wood edge.

It made my wrists burn even worse—cutting deeper into my soft skin as I continued to apply pressure.

I pushed down as hard as I could, continuing to tug at the chains.

Until finally—

They broke apart.

And then I was left with two handcuffs wrapped around each wrist.

I unlocked both wrists using the key and then leaned down to unlock the one handcuff still attached to my ankle.

A deep sigh fell from my lips as I rubbed my sore wrists—glancing around the room in observation.

I feel like fucking shit.

Worse than shit.

Especially with how jet-lagged I currently feel.

I suddenly glanced over to the other nightstand, noticing the bottle of water waiting for me.

It was a blur.

How I stumbled around the bed and rushed toward the nightstand, snatching the water bottle as I twisted the cap off.

And as I chugged the water that seeped past my lips and down my neck—I made my way toward the attached bathroom, stumbling over my own feet.

I lowered the water bottle from my lips as I took in my appearance in the large stainless mirror.

How smudged my makeup looked or how frizzy my hair was.

This won't do.

I glanced down to the sink, turning on the faucet as I set the water bottle down.

I washed my face first, ridding my soft skin of the light makeup I wore last night.

The cold water felt almost heavenly against my face that I gently scrubbed clean—taking the time to rinse under my eyes.

Next, I glanced around for a hair tie, hoping to tie my frizzy hair up in a ponytail.

The first drawer had unopened necessities for guests that I assumed Sevan let stay here.

I grabbed the unopened toothbrush and toothpaste, deciding to brush my teeth as I searched through more of the drawers.

A pack of hair ties was in the lowest drawer waiting for me.

And as soon as I finished brushing my teeth, I tore the pack open—not even bothering to pick up all the small black hair ties that fell on the floor as I tied one in my hair.

My long silky hair looked much less frizzy pulled back, especially with the baby hairs framing my face.

At least I'll look fucking good after the degradation Sevan put me through.

She doesn't deserve to witness the real suffering I had to endure after I got out of those handcuffs.

I let out a long sigh, leaning down to pick up my heels from the floor that Sevan had laid them on last night.

Until I eventually made my way out of the bedroom entirely.

The tile was cold against my bare feet as I walked down the hallway toward the nearest stairs, smelling something in the air.

It was something that made my mouth water.

Food.

I furrowed my brows, walking down the stairs as I analyzed more of the house.

The small accents—some of the white stone arches around the windows that had colorful tiles.

There was even a nook halfway down the staircase, which overlooked the mass of green tropical mountains.

The gold railing lining the stairs shined and the artwork occupied more of the walls than I preferred.

It was beyond fucking overstimulating.

But it felt weirdly warm.

For someone who isn't at least.

I glanced around the foyer I walked down—noticing the living room off to the side didn't have a ripped couch or broken tables.

Everything was replaced?

I walked quicker—heading toward the kitchen that I recalled breaking apart.

Yet the previous porcelain counters I broke were replaced too.

There weren't any smashed plates or glasses—I even checked the cabinets that were now restocked.

Everything was just as it was last night before I had a chance to touch it.

My jaw unconsciously grew tight, realizing that I had done all of this for fucking nothing.

Sevan easily replaced it all—and had me over her lap while she was at it.

And that made my body burn with nothing but fucking irritation.

I suddenly walked forward, hearing the sound of cutlery clinking.

And I swear each step I took was like a childish stomp—walking into the formal dining room.

Where Sevan sat at the head of the long table.

Which had a spread of numerous dishes and pitchers of drinks.

"You're awake," Sevan said as she chewed a few times, emphasizing her sharp jawline.

I drew in a tight breath, feeling my hands quite literally twitch at my sides.

I was almost blinking a few times, processing everything that led to this moment.

She somehow got the fucking upper hand again.

And I swear I could scream.

But I didn't.

I just took one step forward.

And then another, dropping my heels on the floor beside me as I approached her.

Sevan didn't look fazed as I drew closer to her.

Even as I grabbed one of the pitchers of juice and walked closer to her.

Until I tilted it over her head, drenching every inch of her body as she calmly closed her eyes.

Which made me angrier.

It felt like she was letting me do what I wanted.

The glass pitcher suddenly fell from my hands—smashing against the tile floors as Sevan tugged me by my waist.

And pulled me onto her lap, that my legs naturally straddled.

There was no time to think or process our position.

Not with Sevan's lips suddenly pressed to mine.

I scratched my nails up her toned arms almost purposely—roughly grabbing her neck as I kissed her back.

Sevan groaned in response, gripping my waist into her as she purposely slapped my sore ass.

Which earned a breathless whimper from me, allowing her a chance to slide her tongue past my parted lips.

I hummed as she slid her tongue into my mouth with each kiss, gripping my waist further and further into her.

Our breathing was heavy and our bodies were pressed so close together that I could almost feel her heartbeat.

A moan bubbled in my throat as soon as Sevan tugged at my hair.

And suddenly, that was it.

I felt Sevan reach behind me—before I heard glass clatter almost everywhere around me.

She had pushed everything off the table.

I gripped onto her as she suddenly stood from her chair, picking me up with her.

And slamming me down flat across the table.

Which only made a deeper moan burn in the back of my throat—feeling a wave of dizziness cloud my head from not just her actions but her lips that never once pulled away from mine.

"Moya," I gritted the word mine in Russian against her lips, tugging her deeper into my body.

Sevan pressed my legs wider apart that she hovered between, "Mine," she repeated back to me, grazing her teeth against my bottom lip.

Before she bit down.

A moan mixed with an inaudible gasp bubbled in the back of my throat—arching up into her warm body as she continued holding my legs apart.

I could feel the ache growing down my body—almost becoming so consuming to a point that I considered one thing.

Or one person who could help release me from the burdens of the pulse weighing at my core.

And I hated that.

I hated that all of my anger had turned into nothing but a needy lust.

I gripped Sevan closer when I felt the vibrations of a phone ringing in her pocket, kissing her even rougher with my unsaid words between us—

Don't fucking answer that phone.

And Sevan gave into my unspoken demands, trailing kisses past my swollen lips that lingered with blood—running her tongue down the side of my neck.

I arched even deeper into her with an impatient groan—feeling her lips roughly kiss my skin that her teeth would tug at and her tongue would smooth over.

It was so fucking consuming.

She was fucking consuming.

Yet the vibration of her phone managed to snap me out of it yet again.

And this time Sevan pulled back from me with an irritated sigh—grabbing her phone to check as I pulled her back down to me by her neck.

But once Sevan stalled against my touch and her dark eyes glanced away from me to read her phone, I knew we were officially interrupted.

Blyat.

"Executioners," was all Sevan said as she sat back in the chair while I laid up from the table with my legs dangling in mid-air.

I let out an irritated sigh, watching as she answered the call and held the phone to her ear.

"Yeah," Sevan said, watching me as I suddenly slid down from the table that she clearly wanted me to stay put on.

I straddled her lap instead.

"I'm handling that now," Sevan said, her dark eyes holding mine as I trailed my manicured fingers down her stomach that her wet shirt stuck to.

Until I unbuttoned her pants and fiddled with her zipper that I tugged down.

At least until Sevan's hand immediately grabbed mine.

Which naturally made me narrow my eyes at her.

Sevan tilted her head in challenge, running her hand up from mine to caress my arm.

And later grab the front of my neck that she gripped in place.

"I got it," Sevan said, clenching her jaw as soon as my fingers went right back to what they were doing.

And slid down past her pants and underwear.

Sevan gripped my neck tighter.

I didn't care.

"Right," Sevan nearly gritted as I began tracing my finger so delicately around her wet clit, "Yeah, I gotta go."

I smirked slightly, holding her dark eyes as I leaned in closer to her and began rubbing her clit even faster.

"Soon," was all Sevan said before she ended the call.

Her phone clattered onto the floor immediately, dropping it to grab my other hand.

And guide it down between my legs?

"Touch yourself," Sevan told me as I continued to rub and flick her clit—feeling her slowly come apart underneath me.

I tilted my head in challenge as she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts for me—guiding my hand further down before she pulled her own away.

And wrapped her hand around my neck.

"Fuck us, Zinovia," Sevan murmured, guiding my face closer to hers and grazing her lips against mine.

I clenched my jaw when another ache burned between my legs.

And suddenly I didn't have to think anymore—I already had my hand buried between my legs before I fucking could.

"There you go baby," Sevan said as soon as I began rubbing my own clit.

I moaned in response, "I hate you very much," I forced out, quickening my pace against us both.

Sevan hummed, "You don't act like it," she murmured, her dark eyes burning so deeply into mine.

I tightened my jaw, sliding a finger into myself along with her—nearly knocking the wind out of us both as I leaned my face closer to hers and pressed our lips together.

But only so I could tug and bite her bottom lip with my teeth.

"You are psychopath," I breathed out, quickening my pace in and out of myself as I mimicked the same pace with her.

Sevan ran her tongue along my bottom lip, "You bring it out of me," she said, groaning when I curled into her spot.

I moaned as soon as I curled into myself, feeling my legs tremble for release.

I kept going.

Faster this time.

So much fucking faster as I basked in the way I tightened around my own fingers.

And how wet Sevan felt as she tightened around me too.

"Blyat," I breathed out, feeling my chest rise and fall with each breath.

Sevan gripped me closer to her by my hips, "The things I'm going to do to you Zinovia," she said, kissing my lips even if I didn't have the energy to reciprocate.

I only breathed and moaned harder, crumbling under my touch as Sevan held me in place to take it.

"Sevan," I gritted out in a moan as she trailed kisses down my neck—sending me over the fucking edge.

Especially when she groaned even deeper, tensing under me as she tightened so perfectly around my fingers.

Our moans mixed into one, tensing so harshly that our bodies shook together.

Until we naturally relaxed—panting as our chests rose and fell with each breath.

"Fuck," Sevan breathed out as I slid out of us both, leaning away as she analyzed my fingers covered in us both.

But she purposely grabbed the hand she knew had been responsible for touching myself.

And slid my fingers past her soft lips and into her warm mouth.

I tightened my jaw with restraint, watching as she sucked my fingers clean—feeling her soft tongue run across my skin as she sucked harder.

It was so fucking attractive—and her mouth felt so perfect wrapped around me.

"I want you," Sevan said, her raspy voice so effortlessly attractive.

My lips tilted up slightly, "That's good to know," I murmured, purposely playing games with her as I sucked my other fingers clean—basking in the taste of her as I stood from her lap.

Or stumbled considering how loose my legs felt.

But Sevan only pulled me back down onto her lap, earning an eye roll from me as my legs straddled her yet again.

"When are you going to give me what's mine?" Sevan asked me, running her arms around my waist and holding me firmly against her body.

I leaned my face closer, purposely grazing my lips against hers, "When you act right, malyshka," I murmured, staring so deeply into her dark eyes.

Sevan hummed, "Act right?" she said in clarification, subtly glancing down to my lips.

My lips tilted up in amusement, "Buy a girl flowers or something first, Sevan," I said sarcastically, pulling away from her entirely to stand again.

"Flowers?" Sevan asked me as her lips twitched up, amused by my sarcasm, "I can do flowers, Zinovia."

I hummed, "I see other women let you fuck," I said, bending down to grab my heels—and purposely slowing my actions when I felt her dark eyes burn into the back of my body, "I'm not other women."

Sevan zipped her pants and stood from her chair, "You're not," she said, now approaching me.

And before I could lean down and slide my heels back on—Sevan had grabbed them from my hand and kneeled down below me.

I raised a brow, watching as she slipped one of the heels on my foot.

And then slipped the other on after.

But I was more focused on the view of her beneath me—kneeling specifically.

"I'll see you back in Moscow," Sevan said as she rose to her full height again.

I nodded, "Maybe you'll get to feel me too," I whispered innocently, glancing down as Sevan reached for my shorts.

But only to zip them back up and button them.

"Just behave yourself," Sevan said, her dark eyes staring down so precisely into mine, "Be a good girl for me—it's only a few days."

I narrowed my eyes at her, watching as she leaned down to me.

And kissed my lips.

"If you want to see me just ask next time," Sevan murmured against my lips, "You don't have to break my fucking house apart."

I rolled my eyes at her false assumption, "Nyet," I said, nudging her away from me.

Which earned a chuckle from Sevan, who only pulled me back closer to her.

"It's you who wants to see me," I corrected her, running my hands up her arms as I held her dark stare.

"Sure Zinovia," Sevan said, finally giving into me for once as she briefly kissed my lips again.

I rolled my eyes, "So touchy," I mumbled in disapproval.

Even if the smallest part of me irritatingly liked it.

Sevan hummed, kissing my lips yet again, "Leave before we argue again," she said, pulling away from me entirely.

And I didn't hesitate to turn on my heel, not bothering to spare her a goodbye as I walked past her dining room with her dark eyes following me out.

Until I eventually made it out of her line of sight, walking down the front hallway and opening the front door.

The humid air was a major contrast to the air-conditioned house—nearly sweating the moment I walked outside.

A tinted black Range Rover sat waiting for me as I descended the steps—the driver stepped out, immediately opening the back door for me.

I nodded once at the driver as I slipped inside, letting out a deep sigh as I relaxed in the backseat of the air-conditioned car.

It was odd.

I hadn't had my usual glass of vodka or a Xanax.

Yet I felt at ease.

Sevan had technically gotten even last night.

But being on top of her today—and stealing the power she took from me prior...

It made me feel so fucking good.

Calm even.

For once I didn't have a desire to get her back.