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The air felt different—it was heavier.

And for once, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, desperately trying to break out of my chest.

"Sevan," I said as soon as she made it closer to me.

But she didn't say anything.

Even as she actively closed the distance between us.

Instead, I was slammed back against the door before I could even process it—grunting as her lips met mine.

Until I hummed, running my hands up her toned arms that I squeezed and kneaded.

Sevan groaned as soon as I grabbed the front of her neck—gripping her closer to me.

At least until I pulled back from our kiss to bring my hand up—

And slap her.

The contact of my hand against her cheek rippled through the air heavy with our deep breaths and pants.

"For not texting me," I breathed out as I held her eyes that were darker than ever.

Until I brought my other hand up—

And slapped her again.

And Sevan let me.

I knew her instincts were fucking sharp—she could've leaned away before I slapped her.

But she didn't.

"For driving me insane," I said, pushing against her firm stomach, "I fucking hate you."

Sevan only remained silent, her dark eyes tracing my face so openly and leaving me almost on edge.

Until a smirk twitched up on her lips.

"I missed you baby," Sevan had the nerve to say, playing with the hem of my dress.

Until she roughly tugged it up, earning an inaudible gasp from me as soon as part of the lace covering my lower body was exposed.

"Show me it," Sevan said, guiding my dress up past my waist.

Until I harshly grabbed her hands and pushed them away.

"I'm angry at you," I said, pushing my hands against her shoulders.

Sevan didn't take one step back.

"I was busy with business baby," she said, having the nerve to reach back down to my dress.

And I let her.

"Not too busy for me," I purposely said, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Zinovia," Sevan hummed, running her hands under my tight dress, which naturally made my body burn, "What do you want me to say right now?"

I clenched my jaw as I stared up at her, breathing almost heavily as she continued to run her hands up my body.

"Your attention," I said, grabbing her wrists through my dress as soon as she made it to my chest.

"You have it," Sevan said, subtly inching her hands up to cup my breasts so fucking perfectly, "You really fucking have it Zinovia."

I shook my head, "I want more," I determined, staring so deeply into her dark eyes, "I want to be the only thing on your fucking mind Sevan."

She immediately hummed, squeezing her hands around my breasts, "It's yours," she said, leaning down and pressing her lips to mine, "You're all over my head—you consume me," she murmured against my lips.

"You didn't say anything, not when you land," I said, pushing her away, and hating the emphasis of what sounded like my own desperation.

Sevan only smiled in response, "I wanted to surprise you, chispa," she said, running her hands back down my body.

And as soon as her hands were out from under my dress, she grabbed my waist—

And flipped me around.

I grunted as soon as she purposely tugged at my hair, pulling it to the side as she reached for my zipper.

"I don't let you fuck me," I said almost spitefully because we both knew I wanted it.

But nyet.

Not after her recent behavior.

Sevan remained silent, tugging my dress roughly down my body and stripping me of the material.

"Why wear this for me then?" Sevan purposely asked as my dress pooled at my ankles.

I clenched my jaw, feeling her warm hands run up the edges of my body.

"I prove point," I forced out tightly, pressing my hands against the door—and pushing away.

Which only landed me deeper in Sevan's arms that I forcefully turned around in.

I hummed as soon as I met her dark eyes, still meeting her at her height with my heels still on.

"Go sit on the bed," I said, my words lowered dangerously with demand as I held her dark eyes.

Sevan leaned deeper into me, smoothing her hands up my back, "What's the magic word baby?" she purposely asked me.

And for once, I couldn't stop my lips from twitching up in amusement.

To say please is one thing when I've never had to ask for anything in my life.

"You sit or I leave," I whispered so delicately, running my hands up her firm stomach.

Sevan hummed, "You can try to leave," she murmured, running her hands down my exposed back, "But you won't get very far."

I clenched my jaw, holding her dark eyes—before I subtly glanced down to her lips.

And leaned in.

I drew in a deep breath when my lips met hers, drawing my hand up to wrap around her throat.

Sevan hummed as soon as I firmly squeezed her throat, subtly guiding her back further into the room.

Toward the bed specifically.

"I know what you're doing Zinovia," Sevan murmured against my lips, running her tongue across my bottom lip.

I didn't bother to answer her.

Instead, I deepened the kiss, fighting for dominance in the kiss to distract her.

Which worked—but again, I knew she was letting me.

I didn't care.

And as soon as we were by the bed, I harshly pushed her back.

And while she didn't budge under my touch—Sevan still willingly sat down for me.

I hummed contently as I stared down at her, watching as she openly eyed my body covered in lace.

Until she ran her hand up my leg, tapping my thigh two times.

So I lifted my leg, resting my shiny black heel on the bed which she immediately began taking off for me.

As soon as she had my heel off and thrown to the side, I lowered my foot back down.

And then lifted my other heel to rest on the bed.

Which Sevan immediately unbuckled, slipping it off my foot and throwing it to the side.

I smirked slightly, naturally positioning one of my legs on the side of her body along with my other.

Until I was lowering down to straddle her.

Sevan hummed in approval, naturally reaching for my waist.

Until I immediately guided her hands away from my body.

"No touching," I said firmly, holding her dark eyes.

But it wasn't hard to notice her jaw clenching at my words.

Especially when I began running my own hand down my stomach.

And past the lace covering my core.

I was already wet and needy as ever, naturally arching into my own touch for more.

Sevan drew in the deepest breath of her fucking life when a deep moan burned in my throat, rubbing and flicking my clit.

"Zinovia," Sevan said, attempting to lean into me.

But I only leaned back slightly.

And plunged a finger into myself as retaliation for her actions.

That's when I moaned even deeper, now leaning back into her for support as I continued to slide in and out of myself.

Which earned a string of deeper moans from me, never once glancing away from her dark eyes.

I only fucked myself harder and deeper, moaning so softly and uncontrollably for more.

More was her, but I wouldn't fucking give into that.

All I could do was stare at her as I continued to slide in and out of myself, feeling myself naturally grow wetter and wetter.

So wet that I could feel my dampness rubbing against her lap.

"Fuck, Zinovia," Sevan suddenly said, for once glancing away from me.

I grabbed her neck with my free hand, "You look at me," I breathed out, clenching my jaw when I naturally arched into my fingers.

But the moan spilled from my lips anyway, now leaning into Sevan completely as she ran her arms around my waist.

And for once I let her touch me—holding me firmly to her body as I rested my head against her shoulder.

Which allowed all of my moans to spill directly into her ear.

Especially when she dug her hand into the middle of my back, forcing me to arch deeper into my touch.

"Sevan," I breathed out, tightening around my fingers as I whimpered desperately for release.

Sevan didn't say anything.

And I could tell she was irritated, mostly by the way her body felt so tense against mine.

Good.

I moaned even more uncontrollably as my orgasm approached, feeling every bone in my body tighten with release.

"Blyat," I forced out, drawing in the deepest breath as I basked in my orgasm.

Before I relaxed completely against Sevan, sighing contently as she remained stiff under me.

I hummed, nuzzling into her shoulder as I carefully slid out of myself.

But as soon as my hand was away from my core, I leaned away from her—meeting her dark eyes as I brought my fingers to my lips.

"Learn your lesson malyshka?" I asked, now sucking my fingers clean before she had a chance to.

Sevan's jaw only grew tighter, staring at me with nothing but irritation.

"You know that's not how this works," Sevan said, roughly pushing me aside and off her lap.

Which earned a grunt from me, stumbling on my knees as I adjusted to the soft mattress underneath me.

"Fuck yourself all you want, Zinovia," Sevan said as she stood from the bed, adjusting her jeans and blazer, "Because I won't fucking be."

I hummed as I stared up at her, "I will fuck myself," I said, smirking almost deviously as I held her dark eyes, "And da, you don't get to fuck me."

Sevan lazily raised her brows, "And what happens when you want me to?" she purposely asked me, now taking a step closer to the bed.

Which naturally made me lean away.

But she had already grabbed my ankles, tugging me to the edge of the bed where she held me in place by my thighs.

"What happens when I make you so fucking desperate to be touched?" Sevan murmured so softly, never once glancing away from me.

I only remained silent, naturally feeling my jaw clench as she leaned down closer to me.

I attempted to press my legs closed against her grip holding them open, but she only guided them even wider apart—sliding her knee between them.

And pressing it to my core.

I couldn't fight the soft gasp that broke free from my lips, angling away from her due to how fucking sensitive I felt after my previous orgasm.

Sevan only held me tighter in place, naturally making me squirm with a tightened jaw.

"I want you to listen carefully, Zinovia," Sevan said, staring down at me as she continued holding me in place.

Our faces were barely inches apart as I continued to sit up straight, refusing to back down or lean away.

"I'm going to tease you," Sevan carefully said, her words lowered and as serious as ever, "I'll fuck with your worst limits," she added, running her hands up the tops of my thighs, "And when I finally do fuck you..." she trailed off, briefly glancing down to my lips before meeting my eyes again, "I won't stop until you're shaking."

I clenched my jaw in response, feeling my body irritatingly react to her words.

Somehow I grew wetter than fucking before.

And I knew she could feel it against her knee, especially with me squirming under the pressure she applied to my core.

So I forced myself to stop squirming, knowing she wanted me to squirm in the first place.

"Glad we're on the same page now," Sevan finally said, realizing I wasn't going to spare her a fucking response.

Mostly because I didn't know what to say for fucking once.

I suddenly glanced down slightly when she closed the space between our faces, briefly kissing my lips.

"Have a good night baby," Sevan murmured against my lips before she pulled back slightly, "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."

I narrowed my eyes at her "I have plans," I mumbled the lie aloud as Sevan finally withdrew her knee from between my legs and pulled her hands away from my thighs.

"You know how this works baby," Sevan said, as she leaned away from me entirely and rose to her full height, "Cancel them."

I rolled my eyes as I watched her turn around, walking down the short hallway I previously guided her down.

And before I could contribute anything else to our conversation, Sevan had pulled the door open and exited the hotel room entirely—leaving me on the bed in nothing but lace.

Somehow I was more frustrated than before, hating that she stole the upper hand from me.

I had never been left fucking speechless.

Yet here I am, sitting on this fucking bed with nothing to say.

Not even a reaction to contribute.

I only sat there silently for a moment.

And then another.

Until I randomly reached over and grabbed a pillow, angrily throwing it across the room.

And that's when things immediately took a turn.

I stood up from my bed, grabbing the lamp on the nightstand and smashing it down against the marble floor.

Next, I firmly pushed the heavy nightstand, launching it on its side before grabbing the art piece on the wall—

And throwing it over my shoulder with a clatter.

I dismantled the entire fucking hotel room with pure rage.

Everything was silent around me—yet it was so fucking loud in my head.

I didn't walk out of that room until it was completely unrecognizable, which took me less than thirty minutes.

And before I realized it, I was calmly getting dressed and sliding my heels back on one by one.

I genuinely felt so fucking relaxed after the mess I made of the hotel room, destroying every inch of it.

And as I left that room with my coat in hand, I let out a content sigh—knowing Sevan would hear all about what I just did.

I win this one.