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"Fine," I mumbled, eyeing Sevan's face for a brief moment, "I am mad."

Sevan nodded, reaching down to run her hands up my arms, "Tell me why you're mad," she said, her voice still as serious with me.

I shrugged, "I do not want to discuss it—but you know I am mad," I said, deciding to leave this topic alone.

Because how do I tell her I was somehow invested in this?

Key word was.

I no longer let myself get invested.

"We aren't leaving until we discuss it," Sevan said, gently pulling me closer to her by my shoulders, "Or at least fix why you're mad."

I stared into her eyes for a long moment, desperately trying to gauge where her head was currently at.

Because she appears to care but then at other times doesn't.

Why can she not stick to one or the other?

I let out a deep sigh as soon as Sevan ran her hands past my waist—hugging me closer to her body.

And for once I relaxed, resting my cheek against her chest as I kept my arms by my sides.

It was entirely silent between us, but I knew Sevan's silence was only out of patience.

She wants an explanation from me.

She wants to know why I am mad.

And I know she's not lying when she says we won't leave until I tell her.

"You are confusing," I mumbled, nuzzling my face deeper into her chest.

Almost out of fucking embarrassment.

I can't believe I am telling her this.

"Confusing?" Sevan clarified, running her hands up and down my back.

I forced a hum, "Da," I whispered, letting out a deep reluctant sigh, "You act one way—you are very nice this way. You say thoughtful words and you look at me or touch me a certain way but then you say this is business. I am just business and it does not bother me, I am simply pointing out that it is confusing because—"

I cut myself short as soon as Sevan pulled back from me.

And it was clear by her furrowed brows that she was confused.

"I didn't mean it like that," Sevan said, tilting her head as she eyed my face, "I didn't realize we were being serious at the moment, Zinovia."

I quickly shook my head, "It does not matter if we were—"

"It matters to me," Sevan cut me short, blinking a few times almost offensively.

I drew in a deep breath, unsure of what to say to her.

"Da, but I..." I trailed off, furrowing my brows as I tried to search for the proper words to contribute.

Sevan shook her head, "You're not actually business to me Zinovia—to the executioners, yes, but not to me," she clarified, which made a weird fire spread up my body, "You are more than that—I treat you as more than that correct?"

I only nodded speechlessly, still fucking unsure of what to say to her.

This is different.

I do not understand how to maneuver this.

"If I didn't like you Zinovia, I would've killed you the first time you insisted on not signing our agreement," Sevan said, eyeing my face for a moment, "I didn't need you to lead the Russian mafia—I wanted you to."

I furrowed my brows, "You were very mean for someone who has liked me all this time," I pointed out, my voice barely audible and almost softer than I wished.

But I had never felt so taken aback.

I had never expected this from Sevan.

"You like mean," Sevan pointed out with a raised brow.

I rolled my eyes, "Da," I mumbled, drawing in another deep breath when she slid her hands up the sides of my body.

And cupped my face in her hands.

It was firm but very gentle.

Like she only had a simple desire to hold me.

"You aren't business, Zinovia," Sevan said, her words nothing but clear and drawn out as she held my stare, "Now say it back to me."

I felt the air quite literally knock out of my lungs, feeling nothing but breathless from her stare and words.

"I am not business," I whispered, my words barely clinging to the silent air around us.

Sevan hummed in approval, "You are not," she murmured, leaning down to press her lips to mine.

I naturally leaned deeper into her, tilting my head back for more access as Sevan slid one of her hands down from my cheek.

But only to gently grab my waist and guide me further into her warm body.

Which was pressed perfectly to mine.

The kiss was less impatient, less hungry—and more of a calmer nature.

But it grew repetitive towards the end.

Her lips would leave mine—only to be pressed back seconds later.

Which happened a few times until I jokingly pushed her away with an amused smile, "You are too much," I mumbled, fighting my growing smile.

Sevan's lips twitched up as she closed the space between us again, "Not too much for you," she pointed out, kissing me even deeper than the time before.

I hummed in response, arching deeper into her as she slowly backed me towards the couch.

"Sevan," I breathed out against her lips, growing entirely impatient.

Mostly because I had been fucking edged earlier.

"Yes baby?" she asked, trailing soft kisses down my neck.

I let out a deep sigh, allowing my eyes to roll closed as I tugged her even closer to me.

But as soon as Sevan prevented me from sitting back on the couch, an impatient whine burned in my throat.

"Use your words, Zinovia," she reminded me, now sucking down on the skin of my neck and eliciting a moan from my lips.

"Fuck me," I whispered immediately, not even bothering to fight her demands.

Sevan's lips twitched up against my neck, "I would but you purposely wore the longest fucking dress you own," she pointed out, clearly not happy with my choice.

I was angry.

Now I'm impatient and needy.

"Sevan," I whined impatiently, knowing all she really wanted was for me to beg.

Or say—

"Please."

The word was lowered and almost threatening coming from my lips.

But Sevan took it.

I was sitting on the couch before I could process it—with Sevan lowering down to her knees before me.

And tugging the end of my dress up past my ankles.

I didn't hesitate to help her, squirming closer to the edge of the couch and lifting up slightly so she could slide it past my thighs.

Which I spread as wide as possible for her, allowing her to guide my underwear away from where I wanted her most.

And instead of using her fingers, Sevan had pressed her mouth to me instead—sucking and flicking at my sensitive clit.

My body felt like it was as ready as ever for her touch, arching more and more just to feel even more of her mouth against me.

I gasped when Sevan impatiently tugged me closer by my thighs, flicking her tongue even quicker against me.

Which easily drew moans and desperate whimpers from my lips, echoing all around us.

I thought I couldn't possibly get louder.

I was wrong.

Especially as Sevan slid her fingers into me, fucking me endlessly as her mouth continued to suck and kiss my clit.

Which left me arching and squirming unbearably, chasing my orgasm that was quickly approaching.

It felt as if the entire city would hear me, especially with how much louder I grew.

I had begun practically repeating Sevan's name over and over again, which clearly only encouraged her.

Because her pace grew quicker.

And deeper.

So much fucking deeper that it made me whimper, feeling her curl into me in the most unexpected ways.

"Blyat," I forced out, shaking my head as my orgasm crashed in around me, "Sevan—Sevan," I moaned out so fucking desperately, arching away from her as my body jerked.

Sevan quickened her pace, using her free hand to hold me in place to take it all.

I whined and whined for relief, feeling nothing but overstimulated as she continued going.

But it didn't seem like my pleas and whines were going to make her stop.

If anything she kept going.

And not until my next orgasm.

No, I was squirming too much to even get where she wanted me.

She only continued until she was satisfied, sliding her fingers out of me—but only for her tongue to trail lower and clean up the mess she made.

I unconsciously arched away from her touch with a breathless sigh, feeling her tongue slide between my folds and back down.

The softness of her tongue caressed my folds, tracing my entrance so softly.

Until she suddenly slid her tongue inside of me.

"Sevan," I whined, attempting to push her away.

But she only leaned in deeper.

And circled my clit with her thumb.

I whined even deeper, breathlessly moaning and whimpering as she continued sliding her tongue in and out of me.

But it was when she truly quickened her pace, immediately sending me closer to my orgasm.

This time it was much more intense.

I could barely catch my breath as I latched onto my sanity.

I was no longer saying Sevan's name over and over again.

Not with how breathless I was.

Or with the loud drawn-out moans escaping my lips every time they parted.

She had officially made me a mess underneath her, and all I could do was take what I had previously asked for.

Until finally—

"Sevan," I forced out, furrowing my brows as my body jerked yet again.

And this time my orgasm was fucking consuming, tensing entirely as she continued her pace in and out of me.

Until finally I fell limp underneath her.

Sevan hummed in approval as she slid her tongue out of me, pulling away from me as I gathered my fucking breath.

And composure.

My legs felt fucking stiffened into place.

"If it wasn't for dinner I would have you taking the strap," Sevan said as she adjusted my underwear back to normal and began slowly pulling my dress back down.

I shook my head, "I cannot go to dinner," I mumbled breathlessly.

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly, "I'll give you some Tylenol, you'll be fine baby," she assured me, standing from her kneeled position.

But only to lean down and briefly kiss my lips before walking past me.

And I didn't bother to follow her—I only relaxed deeper into the couch and crossed my leg over the other, adjusting to the stiffness.

"Here," Sevan said as she handed me one of the water bottles and two pills.

Which I immediately took from her, allowing her to pour some of the water into my mouth before I swallowed the pills.

"Now dinner," she said, setting the water bottle on the coffee table.

I let out a dramatic sigh when she extended two hands to me.

Which I reluctantly took, allowing her to help me stand.

"We do quick dinner," I told her, leaning up to briefly kiss her lips.

Sevan hummed in response, "Quick," she agreed with my demands, kissing my lips back.

Before she pulled away and guided us past the couch and out of the penthouse suite.

The city was even more alive later in the evening once the sun had set—and I couldn't help but gauge every bit of this new culture.

I stared out of the tinted windows during the entire car ride.

But not out of anger towards Sevan—instead, it was to see everything we passed.

It felt like every street corner held its own story.

Even the restaurant we arrived at felt more... abstract.

Interesting even.

As all the local restaurants seemed.

Everything felt different here.

Sevan felt different here.

Might I even say... we felt different here?