บททั้งหมดของ Submit To Me: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

SashaThe instant Katerina leaves, I fall limply into my chair.Fuck ...This news is a bombshell. The emotional part of me is concerned that she stormed off, calling me a liar, but the logical side of me is busy racing to think of ways this changes everything.Because everything has changed in an instant.Yevgeniy is her father, I think, drawing my hand down my face. That explains everything. Why Yevgeniy was hanging around her family studio after Stepan's death. Why Yevgeniy called to threaten me when he knew I took Katerina. Why Yevgeniy never showed up at the wedding.He'd never dare risk Katerina in any potential crossfire. He'd rather slink back into the shadows than risk his own daughter's life.How could I have been so stupid to not see this?But that's when another thought hits me, and I sit forward with a start. Katerina's relationship with Yevgeniy makes her powerful. She's no longer "just a nobody," as my brigadiers thought. Their opposition to my plan no longer holds weig

SashaCrying out in surprise, I withdraw my fingers. As soon as her mouth is free, she spits in my face."Fuck," she snarls, "you!"Her spit slowly rolls down my face and hangs at the edge of my lips. My tongue reaches out and licks it away, savoring the lingering taste of her arousal."That was the wrong thing to do, ptichka," I warn her as I hold up my fingers between us. A smear of blood oozes from those perfect bite marks.My fist in her hair yanks down, forcing her to her knees until her nose is inches away from my angry, throbbing cock. Slowly, I unzip my pants, freeing myself from the restraints until the glistening tip taps against her nose. Her eyes widen slightly."You wouldn't dare."Her bravado is admirable. But her defiance is infuriating. I grip her chin, and her mouth presses into a single line. I clench my muscles, making my cock bob up and down until it leaves pearly drops of my own arousal dotting her nose, her cheeks, and her lips."You're not in a position to say w

KaterinaI've never felt so certain that my mind is about to split in two.I want him ... I need him ...I fucking hate him.The things Sasha has done to me that merit cutting him from my life are numerous. But with his cock pushing its way inside me, sending waves of pleasure that make my mouth water, it's easy to justify them.It's even easier to forget them.Throwing my head back, I dig my nails into his shoulders. His shirt blocks my traction; I yank at it until it's over his head. With his skin exposed to me, I drag my fingers roughly over his back, creating red rows that make him hiss.I've never been elated at hurting someone before. But the thought that I can hurt him is addicting. I can't focus enough to control it—and why should I try?When his cock forced its way into my mouth, it drove all thoughts out of my mind. When he forced me to swallow his cum, it made me crave more.I shouldn't feel like this toward him. He's a monster! He's been tricking me since day one! Yet I ca

SashaThe ground moves beneath me like I'm on a ship at sea. I sway right, then left, my mind sloshing in my skull all the while. It's a miracle I don't stumble over my feet and land face-first in the grass.What have I done?Katerina's eyes enter my memory. They're darkened by heat ... by the filthy way I tainted her. I let out weeks, maybe years, of pent-up anger back there. I couldn't control myself. Fuck, I didn't want to. I knew I was a sinner, but to force my corrupt desires upon her was too much. If I could waltz into hell right now, I would.Instead, I storm past Kostya.He eyes me nervously as I pass. "Pakhan," he starts, but I keep going, not hearing the rest of his words. Like a zombie, I wander until I'm moving through my office door. The correct thing to do—what a man with some goodness left in his heart would do—would be to go back out and apologize to Katerina.She deserves that basic kindness.But when I drop into my chair, head thrown back, closing my eyes, I know I'm

KaterinaI'm tucked inside the wine cellar in the mansion. It's set just off the kitchen near the large pantry, down a skinny passage that exits to a delivery door. That exit is always bolted shut, except when it's in use. I've lingered before as boxes were hauled inside. The temptation to try and slip outside was immense. When overseeing the deliveries, Danil stared hard at me once, wordlessly compelling me not to try anything stupid.Though it's cooler than upstairs, the cellar isn't a dank place. Sasha has spared no expense in creating an elegant-looking room with racks stretching floor-to-ceiling, packed with bottles of wine. There's another wall stuffed with clear bottles of vodka. Some have labels I can't read. I walk along, brushing the smooth glass with my fingers, counting the bottles out of curiosity. I give up after hitting three hundred and twenty.Ulyana said to wait here. It's difficult to believe she's capable of delivering Fabiola to me. I'm already shocked she's helpi