Lahat ng Kabanata ng Submit To Me: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Katerina"I'll try harder," I swear. Ulyana responds with a pleased smile. Clearing my throat, I stand a bit taller. "Girls!" I yell, working to keep my voice clear and even. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm surprised when two different women rush into the kitchen. I recognize Olesya, who beams at me. The other one has light brown hair that drifts in long waves around her round face.Olesya's arms are folded securely behind her back, and her elbows stick out from her side. "How can we help you, miss?"Not used to giving commands, I fumble a bit. The words come out in a jumble. "I'd like—if it's okay—some French toast."Olesya lights up like I gave her amazing news. "Of course!" She scurries to the fridge, gathering ingredients with the speed of an expert. Ulyana catches my eye—she motions at the table. Catching the hint, I sit down, still watching Olesya with interest.She zips around the kitchen with familiarity, grabbing bowls, a whisk, a container of flour. Setting down a thick

KaterinaThe dopamine high I'm on lasts a whole day.He's going to let me keep the studio!Well, not keep it keep it; he still plans on owning it. But that's only paperwork. The dance studio won't be bulldozed. It will remain as it was. My memories of that place—and by extension of my father—won't be turned to dust. He'll probably pay for upgrades too! He wants to turn a profit, and I know I can do that with a little extra help. Mom will faint at the news.But why did Sasha have a change of heart? I've been trying to figure it out since the conversation ended. All I did was tell him the truth about my father. Sasha, normally as frozen as an Alaskan mountain, softened as he listened. The sternness around his mouth melted away. He didn't look like the man who threw me inside a car or held me down on a kitchen table by my throat.Sasha looked ... human."Miss, your bath is ready," Olesya calls out.Moving from my bed to the bathroom, I meet the girl in the doorway. "Thank you. I mean it.

Katerina"Her name was Kristina," he whispers before finally gazing at me again. "We were going to build a family. We'd been planning every detail down to the littlest thing. I'd never imagined myself as a father, but with her, it was hard not to imagine myself as one." He crushes the rose, causing petals to shiver free, drifting to the counter in broken fragments. "Yevgeniy robbed me of that future when he killed her.""Oh my God, no," I groan. Staggering backward, I shake my head in horror. They were going to start a family someday. That's why they were preparing a nursery! "How could he do something so awful?""Because monsters like him don't care what tragedies they create." His pupils flick to the floor, looking at everything but seeing nothing. "That's why I don't let anyone go up to that room. I don't have the strength to throw those things in the trash, but neither do I want to see it. No one should look on my dead dreams.""Sasha, I'm so sorry. I didn't ... I didn't know." Im

KaterinaI've created a trench in my bedroom carpet from pacing back and forth. It's impossible to hold still. I'm going to leave the mansion! I'm ... going on a date with Sasha.What a strange thought. I'd never have predicted I'd go out with him willingly a week ago, but things have changed between us. Not drastically—but enough. The gnarled weed grown from hatred has been trimmed down to reveal the fresh, spring green beneath.And with enough nourishment, it might even blossom into a garden.Running my hands over the silky, burgundy gown with its high slit on my right hip, I check myself out in the full-length mirror again. I'm not sure where Sasha is taking me tonight. Out of caution, I've dressed in something formal without being pretentious. For all I know, he could be dragging me to a bar like Chucky's Lounge.Right. Don't get too fuzzy-headed, Katerina. This could be another one of his plans.Frowning as some of my giddiness fades, I retrieve the black clutch I've stuffed my p

KaterinaI bite my lips and hold my breath until the edges of my vision start pulsing in time with the music. I can feel slickness coating my lips, but I'm resolved to stay still.Both of us know that whoever moves next loses.Our eyes lock, and I can see that his are laced with need. I catch a reflection of myself in his eyes. The flush on my face is visible even in the dim light. But when the smile curls up on his lips, I know that he's about to win.Two of his thick fingers glide over the front of my panties. No longer able to hold back, I let out a tiny gasp."Shh," he scolds me, his voice thick like honey against my ear. "Be quiet, we're at the theater."Sasha moves his fingers up and down, both of us feeling my saturated panties. I shift from side to side and start panting under my breath. The dancers are nothing but blurry dots of color now. I'm too caught up in what he's doing to my body to pay attention.Hooking the wet cloth aside, he strokes his thumb over my slit. I twitch