To Have and to Master (Masters Unleashed 3)
He sighed. “Good girl. I’ll put her on the phone.”
Good girl. Always the good girl. When would she have a mind of her own, a will of her own? Woul
d Konstantin expect her to obey, even when it went against her principles? Was that her role in life?
“Varushka, my dear!” her mother’s voice rang in her ear.
How she wished she could wrap her arms around her. She sniffled, then got herself under control. “What’s gotten into Papa? He wants me to spy on the man he sent me to marry.”
“Just do what your father says,” she said, sounding weary.
When she opened her mouth to argue, the sound of the front door closing cut her off. “I have to go,” she rushed, knowing Konstantin was home. “I’ll call you later.”
“I love you,” Mama said.
“I love you too,” she whispered, eyes watering.
She pressed END on the screen, then looked up in time to see Konstantin enter the room. He smiled at her and her stomach fluttered. The reality of him in the room made things clear. She’d do anything to avoiding hurting this man, even if it meant defying her father.
Grinning, she opened the cabinet she’d fixed, then shut it again. His brows rose. “Has another man been here?” he teased.
She scoffed. “I don’t need a man to fix a silly cabinet door.”
“You did that?” His brows rose higher, as if he was surprised.
“Of course.”
He nudged open her knees and stood between them. She couldn’t stop herself from resting her arms around his neck. Mmmm. He smelled good. His strong arms wrapped her in a hug. She could go to bed cuddled next to this man forever. A moment later, he leaned back to look at her.
With a sly expression, she said, “Did you forget how to do such simple things now that you’re a spoiled rich boy?”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Spoiled rich boy, am I?”
“Very.” Maybe she was doing what he called bratting but she was learning his reactions. What he found funny and what pushed too far. But he was patient as she learned. Though he didn’t let her get away with much, he also didn’t punish her harshly. And she was learning to like his discipline. Sometimes it made her panties wet and her clit throb. Other times, it burned her pride but there was safety in rules. Protection. Love.
He leaned in and bit the side of her neck. She squealed, the pain shooting straight down to her pussy. When he kissed the small hurt, she let out a moan, feeling her insides turn to jelly.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, then backed away. Looking at her sternly, he said, “I have things to do tonight. You are not one of them. Quit tempting me!”
She bit her lip to hide a smile. It was fun to be a distraction. It meant she was wanted. Should she say sorry? She wasn’t and she’d been taught not to lie. After a giggle, she asked, “What do you have to do that’s so important?”
“First, book our vacation.”
Her gaze shot to his face. “Vacation?” She’d never been on one.
He smiled, seeming to enjoy her surprise. “Yes. I want to take you to my beach house in the Caribbean.”
“The beach?” she almost yelled. Was he joking? She could already feel the warmth on her face, sand between her toes. Well, how she imagined it would feel. “A real beach?”
He did something on his phone for a moment, then held it out to her. A picture of sand with clear blue water in front surrounded by palm trees took up the screen.
“We can go here?” She felt like popping out of her skin with excitement. It was gorgeous. Like a movie.
Laughing, he leaned in and kissed her. “How’s that for your spoiled rich boy?”
She liked that he’d called himself hers. At home, nothing had truly been hers. Not even a bedroom. But if she was his, that meant he was hers too, didn’t it? A warm glow started in her chest.
“It’s beautiful, Konstantin,” she answered, then kissed him back. “One question.”