“Mhmm... but I'm a selfish git, love. Always have been,” he chuckles, lightly running his finger over her shoulder blades. “And besides, you know that.” Vladimir's hand finds its way back into her hair again, gently pulling it aside to bury his nose in it, as if wanting to soak up her scent. Oh yeah, this is just one of his fixations with her.

“But the mission went off without a hitch. I have no doubt about my most valuable asset. Why are you so unhappy?” Vladimir's voice is quiet, almost gentle⎯he talked too much today. His mouth pulls away from her neck, and he looks down at the messy strands on her head. Her beauty is off the charts. And her gift of persuasion and manipulation... well, to say the least of it, the man feels like a well-trained puppy next to her. Need another explanation? No matter what he barks, there is no comparison.

Vladimir grins wolfishly, his lips sliding from one shoulder to the other as he pulls her back against him. “Bloody narcissistic,” the man mutters, his intention clear as he plans to keep her on the bedsheets for as long as he wants. “Proper selfish of me,” he coos softly, leaning into her skin. He sees the answer in her feisty eyes. “Do I care about you? Yeah.”

He can't stand it, so his finger slides along her chin, and he turns her head towards him, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth. Oh, honey? She's already a sweet girl, and moisturising her lips with honey is an old habit she sticks to. Vladimir winces, gags on saliva, and feels nauseous as the whiff of Chanel No. 5 hits his nostrils. How did he not notice this before? Too sweet.

“I might be narcissistic, but I'll do whatever it takes to keep your pretty face in my sight, y'know?” he snorts. Vladimir doesn't like the way she influences him, but he runs his fingers through her hair, gently fingering this liquid silk.

He understands that he's already been caught in front of her so many times, yet he still tries to pretend he's not her fucking puppy.