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The idea had popped into my head very fast.

And it was my best one yet.

That's when I allowed my lips to drift up into a smirk—now reaching for the hem of my dress.

And tugging it over my head.

Which left me in a smooth chocolate brown bra and matching seamless underwear as my brown stockings stopped at my upper thigh.

"Zinovia," I heard Sevan suddenly say, her voice lowered and holding an edge to it.

Good.

I continue to ignore her then.

I glanced down to my stockings, leaning down to strip one of them down and off my long leg—paying Sevan no mind.

Even as I heard her glass clatter against the table, I focused on my other stocking that I began sliding down my leg.

I heard her footsteps quickly approach me as I reached for the new brown dress to put on.

Which was a better replacement than my last.

But I barely even got it off the hanger before I was tugged back by my hair in a bun—immediately making me grunt as she pulled me back to the front of her body.

"We're done," Sevan said so lowly in my ear.

I hummed, turning my head slightly to meet her dark eyes, "Da, we are very much done," I immediately agreed with her.

"Not in that way baby," Sevan immediately shut me down, naturally making my stare narrow, "We're done with this silly fucking game," she said, her irritation visibly showing.

Which naturally made a smirk grow on my lips.

"I don't think so," I whispered so delicately, purposely glancing down to her lips.

Which naturally made Sevan tug at my hair again, "You've driven me insane, Zinovia," she said, her jaw as tight as ever, "The ignoring me and then giving me zero fucking reactions."

I hummed in approval, but purposely spared her a response.

Which made Sevan lean ever closer to me, leaving our faces barely inches apart as she said—

"You win."

I couldn't bother to fight back the damn near psychotic smile that grew on my face.

Almost wanting to laugh in her face at how on edge I truly had her at this point.

I refrained.

"I know," I suddenly whispered, smiling even wider like a fucking maniac.

"I'll fuck you like a winner then," Sevan said, drawing her other hand up the side of my bare body, which naturally made my jaw tighten with restraint.

Glancing down when she leaned further into me for a kiss.

Until I purposely pulled back from her, tugging out of her hold as I took a step back.

"I win, da," I said, using all of my fucking strength to not let her rip off the rest of what covered my body, "But I am not finished with my game."

Sevan ran her hands through her dark hair, briefly turning away from me, "Fuck, Zinovia," she breathed out, pushing one of the numerous racks of clothes.

Which made it hit the nearby wall with a smooth loud clatter.

I didn't flinch.

If anything it made everything irritatingly come undone inside of me.

But I ignored it.

I ignored it—

Until Sevan suddenly turned back around to me—instantly taking a few large steps to close the space between us.

I immediately pushed at her stomach, attempting to push her away as she held my waist firmly in place and back me against the nearest wall.

"Sevan," I breathed out as soon as she reached around to the back of my bra.

And unclasped it in one swift move.

A gasp fell from my lips as soon as I was exposed to the cold brittle air.

Which Sevan's warm mouth quickly contradicted.

I pushed at her stomach again, attempting to push her away—even if I didn't want her to pull back from me.

Which was obvious by the way my body arched into her.

A whimper vibrated in my chest as soon as she grazed her teeth against one of my hardened nipples, roughly digging my hips deeper against the wall while her other hand cupped and kneaded my other breast so desperately.

Like this was all she could ever fucking think about.

"Sevan," I breathed out, digging my nails into her covered stomach as soon as she began flicking her tongue against my hard peak—naturally making me squirm and tremble under her touch.

Especially when her other hand began flicking and playing with my other nipple—making my chest rise and fall with each breath as I continued to push at her stomach.

But for what?

For her to pull away?

Because even I know that's not what I fucking want.

But fighting her is all I have left to keep my recent victory.

I can't give in.

So I forced myself to push her harder.

But Sevan only gripped my hips firmer in place, nipping the skin around my nipple and earning a whine from me.

"Stop being a fucking brat, Zinovia," Sevan said as soon as I began hitting her shoulders, now sliding her leg between my thighs and forcing them apart.

And that's when my hits against her shoulders stalled, hesitantly lowering my hands as her mouth now wrapped around my other nipple that she sucked and flicked with her tongue.

Which inevitably earned a moan from me, squirming so unbearably under her touch when the burning between my thighs spread by her leg tripled.

"Sevan," I whined, attempting to tug her away by her hair.

She only sucked down harder in response, grazing her teeth against me yet again which made another whimper burn in my throat.

I shook my head a few times, squirming as much as I could under her firm grip.

The ache between my legs was a pain that I had never quite experienced.

This is what being needy and desparate feels like.

"Blyat, just kiss me Sevan," I breathed out, attempting to push her away again, "Fucking kiss me right—"

I cut myself short as soon as she pulled back from my chest with swollen lips.

Which were immediately pressed to mine.

I hummed against her lips, lifting my leg and hooking it around her waist before lifting my other.

Sevan immediately gripped under my thighs, giving me more stability as I arched into her.

"Fuck," Sevan breathed out when I ran my hand around her throat that I firmly squeezed, roughly tugging at her hair with my other hand.

"You are needy and demanding," I forced out in a grit against her lips, "Very desperate too."

Sevan firmly squeezed the back of my thighs that she dug her short nails into, naturally earning a drawn-out moan from me.

"Very desperate for you, Zinovia," Sevan murmured, nipping at my bottom lip, "Get it fucking right," she said, sliding her tongue past my lips to deepen the kiss.

At least until a knock sounded at the door.

But Sevan didn't stop sliding her tongue into my mouth with each kiss, preventing me from responding to the sudden knock.

So I attempted to pull away to say something.

Anything before someone walked in on us.

But Sevan let go of one of my thighs, roughly grabbing my chin to hold me in place before I could pull away.

I whined in response, attempting to push her away, "Sevan," I tried to say between my words that were breathless and muffled by her mouth.

Until she suddenly pulled away at the second knock.

Which left us both panting for air, staring at each other with nothing but hunger.

Like all we could ever be was something devoured by each other.

"She's not dressed yet," Sevan suddenly called out, not once glancing away from my eyes as she lifted her thumb from my chin.

And traced my bottom lip.

I clenched my jaw in response, attempting to find any kind of restraint.

But I'm only in a pair of thin underwear and pressed directly to her body.

A position I've never been in with a single person except for her.

"I picked out more clothes for Koslov," I heard Vika say as I slowly slid my legs down from Sevan.

Which earned an irritated sigh from her, pulling her hand away from my face and the back of my thigh to lean down and grab my bra thrown off to the side.

"Give us a minute," Sevan said, leaning up and handing me the bra that I immediately grabbed.

But Sevan didn't let go.

She only used it to tug me back into her, leaning down to briefly kiss my lips.

Until she pulled away to kiss both of my breasts that her tongue subtly glided against, now letting go of my bra so I could take it and put it on.

It was silent between us as I pulled the bra straps up my arms—allowing Sevan to turn me around and hook my bra back together.

Then I began getting dressed in the new brown dress and stockings, which Sevan kneeled down to put on me.

Which was...

An interesting sight to say the least.

Especially since she stared up at me the entire time, guiding the thin material up my leg.

Even when she was done, she remained on her knees—watching as I pulled the fur coat on before helping with my heels.

And that's when she finally stood up to her tall height, adjusting my dress to sit lower down before walking over to the double doors.

After calling her name once, Vika emerged into the room moments later with another rack of clothes—approving my outfit that she picked out.

She also picked out even more outfits to take with me.

Which took up another hour of our time—visibly inhaling whenever we met each other's stare.

Until finally we were out in the car where the driver packed the new clothes into the trunk.

Sevan was staring at me and I was staring down at the shiny jewelry lingering on my wrists and fingers.

"I'm leaving Moscow tonight," Sevan suddenly said, gently grabbing my hand that I openly stared down at, "I have check-ins to take care of."

I glanced up to meet her dark eyes, "Good," I said, determining space would be excellent for me.

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly, "Very good as you say," she said, openly eyeing my face, "I'll be gone for two weeks, so be very good for me."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "No fun," I whispered, tilting my head slightly.

"It'll be fun when I get back," Sevan insinuated, briefly glancing down to my lips, "Very fun," she purposely added.

Which made an annoying chuckle slip from my lips, tugging my hand out of hers to nudge her away from me.

"You are annoying, Sevan," I said, rolling my eyes even with the subtle smile stuck on my lips.

Sevan only shook her head in response, "Apparently not enough," she said, her lips twitching up even more into a smile as she eyed my face.

I hummed, glancing away from her when my smile just wouldn't fucking go away, "More than enough," I emphasized as I now stared out of the tinted windows, watching the busy downtown blur past.

At least until Sevan gently grabbed my chin and turned my head away from the window—aligning our eyes again.

"You should smile more," Sevan said, eyeing my lips pulled into the subtle smile.

I lazily rolled my eyes, "Da boss," I purposely murmured, tilting my head in challenge when she raised a brow.

And glanced down to my lips yet again.

At least until the car came to a slow halt at the gates of my compound, which slowly rolled open.

"You don't have to do all the extra shit, Zinovia—just call me if you miss me," Sevan said, her tone as serious as ever with me.

I raised a brow, "Are you scared of what I might do?" I purposely asked her, keeping my tone in a light whisper.

Sevan grew visibly amused, "Always," she said.

I hummed in approval, eyeing her face for a moment.

Until I hesitantly leaned forward—

And kissed her?

It was one of the smallest of pecks before I pulled back, furrowing my brows at my actions.

Actions that I initiated for once.

I wanted to... kiss her.

I blinked a few times, snapping out of my daze, "I hope your trip is very long," I quickly whispered before opening my door.

Or I tried to.

I was awkwardly fumbling with the handle as I tried to push away the weird thoughts clouding up my head.

"I got it," Sevan said, immediately reaching past me to open my door.

I blinked a few times when the door fell open, quickly sliding out of the car without a response.

And nearly stumbling over my own feet, almost fucking tripping in the process.

"Fuck Zinovia," Sevan chuckled slightly, now opening her own door, "Are you good?" she asked as I adjusted on my feet.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Very good," I quickly lied, rushing past her and my men who had come out to grab my clothes from the driver.

Even they had hesitated their actions to catch me if I fell.

Fucking embarrassing.

I quickly entered the familiar cold house, immediately rushing up to my bedroom past my excited dogs.

"Via?" Nikolai called out in confusion as I quickly climbed the stairs, nearly running up them.

I just need to get in my room and rethink what the fuck I just did.

Or everything that happened today.

I was supposed to stand my ground even after winning.

Blyat.

I let out the longest fucking sigh of my life when I had the bedroom door shut behind me.

And almost immediately I rushed over to my nightstand, grabbing a cigar and a Xanax to take.

I also need a glass of vodka.

So much fucking vodka.

At least then I can push these pathetic thoughts to the back of my head.

I'm making this a tomorrow problem.

Or a...

Never problem.

Da.

It's only a problem if I make it one.