Chapter 36 Katerina

• Positioned 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."