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My body feels weak, and I collapse onto the cushions. After a minute, Arman stands and opens the balcony door. He’s composed, buttoning up his pants, with only a sizable wet spot on his thigh to give him away.
“Look what you’ve made me do,” he says with a grin.
I begin to laugh. “That was insane.”
“You needed an orgasm, so I made sure you had one,” he says. “Although maybe I’ll tease you next time.”
Next time. Oh yes, I want more of that.
I sit up, straightening my skirt, and reach for my discarded panties, but Arman snatches them up before I can reach them.
“These are mine now.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t think they’ll fit you.”
“You naughty girl. I’m keeping them as a reminder of this night. After all, I paid for them.”
“You’re so infuriating,” I say. “Why are you also attractive? It doesn’t make sense.”
Arman takes my hand, helps me to my feet, and kisses my forehead. “Because I won’t just give you what you want, baby girl. I’m all about your needs.”
“Really?” I wrap my arms around his waist. “I need more of you. All of you.”
He kisses me. “I couldn’t go again yet if my life depended on it, and you need to be sober to make that decision. Once you give up your innocence, it’s gone for good.”
“So you’re not as loyal as Vlad thinks?”
A car horn interrupts our conversation. Arman strides toward the balcony, calling back to me. “It’s Timur.”
I join him on the balcony. Timur gives us a thumbs-up, pointing at the trunk.
"Ah, shit," Arman mutters. He rushes toward the bedroom, but not for the reason I had hoped. “I’ve got to go.”
Just like that? I want to curl up in his arms and discuss what had just happened, what it meant for us, and what the future might hold. He’s changing his pants and running out the door like it was nothing. How can he change lanes so damn fast?
“Now? Arman, we need to—”
He appears in the doorway and lunges toward me, planting a swift kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Not now. I’ve got things to take care of. Go to bed and sleep it off, tsvetok, but drink some water first.”
“I’m not a child!” I snap back. “That was a big deal for me. You can’t—”
The door closes behind him, and my protest dies on my lips.
19
Arman
The last thing I want is to deal with this bullshit, but I asked Timur to bring the person on the security footage to me as soon as he located them. He was damn quick, given that this isn’t his city.
“You don’t mess around, do you?” I ask as I reach the car.
Timur smiles, showing his gold tooth. “I do not, unfortunately. I got ahead of myself.” He pops the trunk, and inside is a very dead man. A pool of blood is thickening beneath his dented-looking head.
“You prick.” I punch Timur in the shoulder. “I wanted to do that. What happened?”
“He got clever with me,” Timur closes the trunk again. “We gotta get rid of this guy.”
“Alright.” I open the driver’s door. “But we’re going where I say. Throw me the keys.”
