“And I thought you were bossy,” she said as she passed me. Ivan grabbed a cookie, and she stopped, a scowl darkening her expression before she slapped his hand hard. “Those don’t belong to you. Where are your manners? You should always ask permission before you take a woman’s cookies.”
“Can I have one of your cookies?” he asked sheepishly before he shoved it in his mouth, then reached around her to grab another.
“I’d like another cookie as well, kitten. This one will do.” Grabbing her, I twirled her away from the counter, cupping her ass. Her face flushed red.
“You made cookies today? Yes!” Nikolai came in, going for the plate.
“You can have one. No, you can’t have another one, Ivan. Aleksandr, you will certainly never have that cookie in your life,” she said, squealing, trying to break my grip on her.
“Never?” I questioned.
“Damn, these are dangerously good,” Nikolai said, going for a second one.
“What’s wrong with you? I swear, if you continue to eat all the cookies, there won’t be any for the potluck. Alek, stop twirling me. You’re making me dizzy,” she said breathlessly.
“Mrs. Patterson, can I have another cookie, please?” Ivan asked, followed by Nikolai asking.
“You three get on out of here. No more for any of you. Aleksandr Thomas King, you let go of that young girl’s rear end. Don’t make me get my wooden spoon.” Mrs. Patterson came to her rescue.
“Yes, ma’am.” I released Kinsley with one more soft caress. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes dilated. I gently shoved her out of the kitchen, my brothers following close behind us. She stomped down the hall.
“This feels a little like I’m walking the green mile. The Reaper as my judge, the Crow as my jury, and, of course, that leaves the Blade as my executioner. It’s so wonderful to be me. Did I mention my house burned down to the ground? Not that any of you have hearts enough to care.”
“Dramatic much?” Ivan asked.
Chapter 5
Kinsley
Q & A Take Two
Ibarreled into the drawing room once more. This was quickly becoming my least favorite room in the house. “Is this really necessary?” I asked, trying to stall. I hadn’t had enough time to make up a believable story.
Time to employ my skills: act naive and innocent. If that didn’t work, I’d dig out some deflection and sarcasm. And if all else failed, operation closed mouth would commence. I just needed to keep my cool.
“It is. Now, before we get started, there are a few household rules you need to understand,” Alek said.
I exhaled audibly. “Rules? What am I? Five? I won’t be here long enough for that.”
“You left the house this morning without telling us where you were going, not to mention you left wearing nothing but a fucking T-shirt,” Nik flared.
“Awe, was it one of your favorites? Don’t worry, you can have it back. I’ll wash it and ship it to you. Is that better?”
“Young lady, you will remain here until further notice. If you attempt to leave again, I can promise your backside will be quite uncomfortable for several days,” Ivan growled; my head whipped up.
Three against one hardly seemed fair. “You’re not spanking me.”
My face flamed red, and my eyes moved to Ivan’s hands. They were huge. My ass cheeks clenched together. It would probably hurt to get a spanking from him. And there went my messed-up brain, fantasizing about being bent over his lap.
“Yes I will. If you’re going to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one. You’ve been warned. Don’t leave this house again without permission,” Ivan stated.
A sinful gleam stood out in Alek’s gaze, and his lips curled in a brilliant smile. Perfect. “Just so you know, it will be minus the finger fucking, since it’ll be disciplinary.”
My jawclenched. He would bring that up again.
Nik cleared his throat. “I know we asked earlier, but the package. Any idea who sent it?”
“Nope, not a clue.” I shuddered. Not this again. Couldn’t they ever let things go?
