Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) (16 page)

Kathleen

We were treated like royalty from the moment we hit the parking lot of the swanky restaurant. The valet reached down to help me from the car, and I was shocked when he addressed me by name. “Mrs. Glazov, we’re honored to have you. Please, do tell your husband we look forward to his next visit.”

When I eyed Vladimira, she just smirked. “Everyone in Russia knows who you belong to, and your red hair makes it easy for the people here to identify you.”

We were led inside and immediately seated, but I was puzzled when Yafon didn’t join us. Instead, he stood with his back to the wall and his hands folded in front of him, looking very much like the bodyguard he was.

“Yafon, please sit and have lunch with us.”

Vladimira chuckled, “You waste your breath. His job is to guard you, and he’s willing to die doing it. His allegiance to my brother is unparalleled.”

Yafon stared straight ahead and acted like we weren’t talking about him.

“What an odd ring,” I stated. It was totally off the subject, but as I looked down at the ring that practically covered her whole finger, I couldn’t help but comment. It had intricate designs and was obviously an antique. It was a black onyx stone set in silver, and I was mesmerized by the beautiful setting.

“It’s a poison ring. My brother didn’t want me to wear it on our lunch date.” I watched, completely intrigued, as she lifted the stone to reveal a white powdery substance in a hidden compartment. I didn’t need to ask if it really was poison. I did, however, make a mental note that this woman was probably as lethal as her brother.

“Well, start spilling the dirt,” I laughed, undaunted by her revelation.

“I like you. You’re a strong woman, good for my brother and his playboy ways.”

“Speaking of playboy ways, he better not have fucked around on me while he was gone.”

“He didn’t; I know my brother well, and I can see how much he worships you.”

“Has he ever done this before?”

“What? Obsessed over a woman?”

“Yes, exactly. Has he?”

“Glazov has always been a player up until now. No, I’ve never seen him like this with any other woman. You may as well get used to it though, because now that you’re pregnant with his child, he will never let you go.”

Her words hit me like a sucker punch to my gut because I knew what she said was true. What I didn’t know was why it excited me so much.

Kathleen

I tried to avoid him as much as I could, but it was hard now that I was in unfamiliar territory. I accepted some things like using the office he set up for me, even though I knew the only reason he did it was to try and maintain control. He knew I had changed and that he no longer held the same kind of power over my emotions that he did before.

His excessive gift giving was over the top. If I showed any interest in anything, he immediately had it purchased for me. I had no intentions of letting him buy me though. I did feel a bit like I was between the proverbial
rock and a hard place
because I had to use the things he offered me. I didn’t speak the language or know the area which made shopping for myself difficult.

He provided me with a digital camera for my newest hobby, photography. I spent my days exploring Moscow and all of the wonderful sights. There was so much to see and so many beautiful pictures to photograph.

Of course, Yafon was by my side anywhere that I went. Sometimes, Vladimira would accompany me and play tour guide. She loved to watch my face light up in awe and wonder as she showed me all the beautiful treasures of the magical Moscow. There was so much history here, and the architecture was amazing.

Every once in a while, I would catch Glazov leaning against a building, stalking me, watching me the way he did. He showed up at the oddest times and stared at me as I photographed things. There was even one day when I was out shopping that I just happened to look up and saw him standing in the entrance of the boutique, just watching me as I checked out. When I turned to face him fully, he gave me a slight head nod and then left. I’m sure it was his not so subtle way of letting me know he was always watching and that I would never be able to escape him.

My husband relentlessly stalked me, accompanying me anytime he could, and never because I invited him. Sometimes, he would join me; other times, he would walk away. The only constant was that he was ever-present and always watching. Glazov wasn’t the type of man to make idle threats. In his mind, he was only keeping his word.

He shadowed me everywhere, and he was damn good at it. He was like a ghost, and I only saw him when he wanted to make his presence known.

I knew he was trying to make it up to me for tricking me into coming to Russia by faking his own death. I could admit, even though he had really pissed me off, that we were safer here, and I was grateful for that. My husband ruled Moscow, and the lines between legal and illegal were very blurred here. In fact, my husband was so powerful that he was rumored to have helped get the President into office.

I made my way into a small boutique to check out their matryoshka dolls. I had started collecting the little nesting dolls as soon as I arrived. Though I saw the spark of recognition in the store clerk’s eyes when I walked in, I was still shocked when she moved to lock the door behind me and turned the open sign over to closed. “Hello Mrs. Glazov, how can I help you?”

I looked at Yafon, but he only shrugged as if to say I should not be shocked that rumors of the American with fiery red hair had reached the locals. Everyone knew my husband, but more than that, everyone feared my husband.

I became enamored with a family set of nesting dolls and purchased them along with a set painted to look like Russian political leaders from the past and present.

I could still hear the shop owner thanking me and telling me to return as she turned the sign back over after I left.

I was gaining a new understanding of just how powerful my husband was here in Russia. I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t leave the country. Something told me my husband would never let me escape with his child…

The child in me was growing daily, as was my husband’s obsession with me. I knew he was excited about welcoming his son into the world; I was excited too. What I wasn’t excited about was knowing my son would be born and raised in the Bratva sect my husband ruled. There was no escaping fate, though, and my opinion on the subject simply didn’t matter.

Kathleen

I lied in bed after taking a long, hot bath. My ankles were swollen from walking all day, and I needed something to take my mind off how badly my legs ached. I purposely pulled the covers from my nude body and spread my legs to finger my pussy. I knew he was watching me, and my inner exhibitionist wanted to taunt him. I wanted to make him suffer. I wanted to be the one to deny the man who was never told
no
. I had something he wanted, and I also had the power to refuse him. For probably one of the first times in his life, someone held power over him. He was going to pay for lying to me, and this seemed to be an effective way to make him think twice about ever doing it again. I was still pissed about being put through months of not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

I took my time and spread my folds open slowly, running my finger up and down my soaking wet slit. I pinched at my nipples, purposely putting on a show to antagonize my husband.

I jumped when the door opened, and he entered dressed in drawstring pants.

“Get out of here,” I commanded as I plunged my finger into my folds, enjoying the look of agonized hunger on his face. Perhaps Alexander Glazov was not the only one with a sadistic streak. At that moment, I was quite enjoying being an emotional sadist.

He licked his lips as he watched me intently. He looked like a wild animal when he said, “Always the little cock tease, aren’t you?”

I watched as he stood by the bed, pulled his cock from his pants, and started stroking it. I licked my lips as I debated using him sexually. I needed to be fucked, and I needed it rough and hard. I spread myself open and taunted him further with my words. “Look at what you can’t have anymore. Maybe I’ll give you a taste. Maybe I’ll let you run just the head of that swollen cock of yours over my soaking wet slit.”

He sucked in air through his teeth and growled as if it was taking every bit of restraint he could muster to keep from slamming my legs back by my ears and fucking me until I couldn’t walk. I liked the thought of that.

I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth and sucked on just the head while I ran my tongue all along the underside. I pulled away and then nodded my head towards the door, chuckling. “Get out of here.”

I knew I was playing with fire and pushing him to take me. Hell, that’s what I wanted. I knew he was tormented because he didn’t want to be rough with me while I was pregnant.

“Come here, and I’ll let you put just the head in my opening.” He was raging mad. He looked like he was ready to kill me, yet I kept taunting him. He was right; tonight, I was a cock tease.

He still hadn’t said anything yet. I watched as he pulled his pants off and straddled me. “Rub the head of your cock over my pussy, now!” I demanded.

“You’re playing with fire, Ptichka.” His cold blue eyes held me frozen in place as he wiggled his huge cock at my opening. He slathered it in my juices and pushed just the head inside. My whole body was shaking.

“Still want me to leave?” Now it was his turn to taunt me as he slid around in my juices and played at my opening. I could feel my pussy clenching as if it wanted to reach out and grab hold of the source of pleasure being presented to it. I chuckled as I thought of a Venus Fly Trap.

I thrust my hips up at him trying to make contact, but he pulled away from me.

“I have ten inches of pleasure to sink into that hungry, little, hot pussy of yours, and all you have to do is ask for it.”

“Fuck me!” I demanded. He reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted my hips up to him, and pushed his swollen member inside.

“Are you sure, Ptichka, because I can leave like you asked me to?”

“Take it,” I growled like some feral cat in heat.

“I aim to please, my little cock tease.” He rose from the bed, and for a second, I thought he would leave just to prove a point. The fact was, though, we were both too far gone for that. He flipped me over so I was on all fours and then pulled me towards the edge of the bed.

He slowly and methodically pushed into me as he spoke. “You know, because you’re carrying
my son
, I won’t fuck you senseless. You need to get your anger towards me out of your system while you are pregnant because once you have this baby of mine, I’m going to tie your ass up and fuck you raw.” He pulled his cock out and bent down to lick at the juices that were seeping down my inner thighs.

“You are one hot little vixen, aren’t you? Those hormones raging through your system have got you so horny that you’re running on pure animal instinct, girl.”

“Fuck me, Glazov!”

He ignored me and slowly pushed two fingers into my opening while he sucked at my clit with his big, thick lips. I lost it. He licked all around my mound, intentionally making slurping noises and telling me how good I tasted. He licked, sucked, and told me how hard he was going to fuck me after he got done cleaning me up. The man had mastered
dirty talk
.

He stood behind me and slowly pushed into me.

“Oh girl, I have missed this tight pussy of yours.” His shallow pumps became deep thrusts. They weren’t hard thrusts, just full, long, satisfying pumps. I knew he was scared he would hurt the baby if he fucked me too hard.

He groaned a very satisfied groan as he unloaded months’ worth of unspent desire into me. My arms and legs were useless, and all I could do was crumple to a heap on the bed. I barely remember a warm washcloth cleaning me off before the comfort of my husband’s body spooning my own put me to sleep. It felt good to be satisfied and back in the arms of the man I loved as we slept together for the first time in months.

His body was rock solid hard as he pulled me further into his embrace. I felt safe, protected, and loved by a man I had once thought incapable of such emotions. I knew now it wasn’t a matter of Glazov not being capable of love; it was a matter of him loving obsessively when he did.