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Katerina

ผู้เขียน: Marcy Lee
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-29 17:18:05

Katerina

Two taps, and then the bedroom door swings open to reveal a woman older than my mother. Her short hair is streaked white and gray, like a birch tree in winter. She's wearing a stiff dress the color of mud that covers her from her wrists to her ankles. The only color on her is the twin sapphire studs in her ears. They match the discerning eyes that follow my hand as I shove my phone under a pillow.

"Dobriy vecher," she says. "You must be Katerina. I'm Ulyana Nazarova, the head of the household staff."

"Dobriy vecher," I greet her cautiously. If she works for Sasha, she's as much of an enemy as the men who roughed me up earlier.

"You don't need to keep secrets, Katerina. It's fine for you to use your phone."

Hesitating, I slide my hands into my lap, leaving my phone hidden under the pillow. "Seems weird for a hostage to be allowed to make phone calls at will."

"I assure you, Sasha doesn't mind."

My lips twist into a cynical smile. "Did he send you in here to spy on me?"

"I came
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  • Submit To Me   40

    SashaNo matter how many times I spin the ring on my finger, I can't find where it starts or ends. It's almost the same tint of silver as my eye color. The platinum with a black diamond inlay through the middle strikes a powerful aesthetic. Pricey, but I bought it myself. If I'm going to wear jewelry, it needs to be exquisite.Katerina looked blatantly stunned when the priest asked her for the ring. I should have prepared her more. I was busy with other, more pressing plans.Plans that turned out to be pointless.The reminder that my trap wasn't sprung is infuriating. I twist the ring faster, friction burning against my finger. I continue to spin in spite of the pain. Why didn't Yevgeniy show up? Mila's intel was rock solid. He knew about the wedding, knew the time, the location, everything. He knew more than Katerina.And yet ...A spike of shame runs through my heart, and I stop twisting the ring. My mind wanders back to yesterday afternoon, to the wedding itself.To Katerina.I bus

  • Submit To Me   39

    KaterinaThere are men everywhere. Though they're dressed in sharp suits like you'd expect at a special event, I know a performance when I see one. If I look carefully, I can spot how they tuck their hands under their jackets, fingering something solid. Guns. All of them are Sasha's soldiers, each of them armed to the teeth.The queasy pit of unease gets deeper when we enter the church. The stained-glass windows are beautiful pieces of art. Shadowy figures move beyond them. Other people shift in the nave, not from nerves but paranoia. He's placed men everywhere. Ninety percent of the attendees are killers who work for Sasha. The rest are the house staff, though I bet they're armed, too.He expects Yevgeniy to show up. Thinking back to Mila's recent meeting, I know I'm right. She knew the date of the wedding before I did. Sasha is orchestrating a booby trap for his enemy. And I am the bait. I still don't understand what he wants from me. I've never met Yevgeniy; I only know his name th

  • Submit To Me   38

    KaterinaMy reflection looks nothing like me. Yes, it's my face with the right color eyes, the familiar cupid's bow mouth, but that's where it ends. The woman staring at me in the mirror, with her hair wound up in an elegant braid with white flowers woven through and sparse rouge on her cheeks, is a stranger.Rubbing my hands down the wedding dress that squeezes my middle, I let out a sigh. Get it together, Katerina. This is you. You chose this dress for this day. My inner voice doesn't help. I still feel like I'm out of my body, watching somebody else prepare for her wedding."Miss?" Olesya asks. "Do you like it? Should I add more blush or thicker eyeliner?""You did great," I assure her gently."But ... you barely have any makeup on."That was intentional on my part. I've never been one for pounds of foundation or exaggerated styles. I thought that if I looked more like my usual self, I might be able to handle this day better.Looking at my reflection again, I wonder if I made the w

  • Submit To Me   37

    SashaSweat drips down my backbone, cool against my sizzling skin. I'm not sweating from exertion but from the strain of keeping myself in check. The urge to drive my cock faster and deeper into Katerina with every thrust is beyond tempting.But when I look at her under me, I know I can't.She'll shatter. She'll break. I never expected to care about this before now. When I imagined pumping inside of her in the past—and I imagined it often—I was ruthless. In those fantasies, I made her scream—whether from agony or delight, I didn't care. But now ... I do.Why?Something digs painfully into my knuckle. It gets worse when I squeeze Katerina's fingers to hold her hands over her head. That's when I see the ring I forced on her finger—the seal of our upcoming false wedding. A prickle begins at the nape of my neck, and it worms down into my ribs.This is why.Shaking myself, I push the bubbling emotion deep below the surface of primal lust raging at the surface. My pace quickens. The wet sou

  • Submit To Me   36

    KaterinaPositioned at his feet, I gaze up at his serious face. Sasha is bigger than any tower I've climbed. He is a colossus that can't be broken or beaten down. I've always been strong and never thought of myself as the type to ever want to be in such a position—like a supplicant begging for alms—before a man. Musk hangs thick in the air as his cock pulses, tempting me closer. Wet heat grows between my legs. And when I catch Sasha's eyes, I know that his gaze is reserved only for me.And just like that, my resolve crumbles away."I don't mind kneeling for you," I whisper. I tug at my hands, and he releases them. "I actually really like it."Reaching up, I trace my nails over his pelvis, across the top elastic of his boxers. His cock twitches in response through the tight material. He moans, and the sound crashes down toward me like an avalanche. My fingers slip beneath his underwear, tugging it out of the way to release his cock.It juts out at me, red and angry like a weapon, with

  • Submit To Me   35

    KaterinaNo man should be able to wipe away every drop of sorrow with a kiss, but Sasha manages it without effort. It's only our third kiss, but he kisses me like we're familiar lovers, finding the perfect way to angle our mouths and pressing his tongue on mine just how I like it."Sasha," I whisper."Do you want me to stop?" He kisses my shoulder, moving the strap of my dress down my arm until it drapes on my elbow. His mouth explores the new patch of untouched skin. "Say the word, ptichka. I'll do as you ask."His hands glide my other strap down. There's nothing holding my dress up but my chest as it rises and falls with my every quickening breath. Just tell him you don't want this. My hands circle his strong neck as the words die in my throat. One word and he'll end it. One little word and this stops. My nails scrape down his deltoids, feeling every groove.Sasha's breath scalds my cheek. He's waiting, the moment hanging in the air like a drop of dew on a leaf.I'm standing on a cl

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