Diamond Days (Born Bratva 6)(16)

 

It was sheer luck that he had found a secluded spot beyond the property line where he could keep an eye on her and not be observed. In another stroke of luck, Glazov's mansion was constructed with the front entrance a considerable distance from the ground, which meant the basement level was partially underground with discreetly positioned windows to let in a small amount of natural light. Bulletproof glass, no doubt, but nothing his binoculars couldn't handle. He just hadn't anticipated how well the night vision equipment would work, providing the stranger with the equivalent of an up-close-and-personal bit of hardcore porn as that Bratva bastard fucked his wife.

 

A wife he didn't deserve.

 

She was so pretty. The way he had her arms stretched high above her head, her wrists cuffed to the heavy chain as she dangled just off the floor, was stunning. Glazov had unwittingly given him an unobstructed view of Kathleen's nude body; every line and curve, from her plump breasts right down to the dimples on either side of her spine, just above that luscious ass. No wonder Glazov didn't fuck around.

 

The stranger couldn't help but imagine how it was going to feel when he fucked her. Her flesh would be firm and warm under his hands, flawless like alabaster and smooth as silk. And her pussy would be a velvety heaven for his dick.

 

Of course, it would take some convincing. He would prefer that she be a willing participant in their joining, but he was up for the challenge. He was a determined man.

 

You see, the thing I have going for me is that I'm not intimidated by Alexander Glazov. Despite the Bratva folklore to the contrary, the Pakhan is a mere mortal. Just a man, flesh and blood.

 

And I have a secret.

 

I know something about him that no one else knows-not even his beloved Ptichka. Some people fear secrets, but not me. Secrets are power.

 

He raised the binoculars to his face once more and groaned at the vile image that assaulted his eyes. With her toes barely touching the floor, she undulated and writhed at the end of the chain as if she were seducing her husband with a forbidden, erotic dance. Glazov pulled her hair and, no doubt, whispered filthy things in her ear. The stranger could tell by the sensual expression on her face that she liked it.

 

Then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, it got worse. So much worse. Glazov draped her toned thighs over his shoulders and cradled her ass in his hands. He devoured Kathleen's pussy like a starving man. The stranger gritted his teeth and ran his palm over the erection that tented his pants.

 

The sight of her slowly losing her mind in response to her lover's touch was infuriating, but he couldn't look away and he couldn't resist pulling his dick out of his pants. He stroked it, being careful to match the frantic rhythm of her hips as she desperately pressed her pussy to Glazov's mouth over and over.

 

The stranger finally understood how dirty she really was. The knowledge only made him stroke his cock harder as rage pulsed through his veins.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

You're a dirty slut. You're a killer's whore. What does he call you … Ptichka? I have a new name for you and it's 'dirty bird'. You're a bad girl, a dirty bird, a whore, and a slut. You need to be punished, to be disciplined. Be patient, little bird; I am coming for you. I will punish you. I will purge his filthy touch from your body and from your memory, and all will be well. Aahh, aahh, fuuuck … 

 

Never before had he climaxed with such mind-blowing force and intensity, and it was all because of her. As his seed spilled uselessly onto the ground, he knew he would be doing the right thing by taking her from him.

 

He could only imagine how good it was going to feel when his cock was sheathed in her slick, feminine heat as he put his seed to good use and poured it deep inside her … so she could bear the true, rightful Bratva heir-their son.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

Glazov listened to her steady breathing as she slept beside him, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. Her warm curves wrapped around him soothed him as nothing else could.

 

He was certain stress was the reason people got hooked on drugs and alcohol. Discipline was a must in his line of work, truly a matter of life and death. So many people wasted their lives looking for a way to silence the inner demons they fought, only to succumb to temptation the minute their guard was down. But not him; a man in his position couldn't afford to be given over to addictions. Lucky for him, Kathleen was his drug of choice.

 

He'd faced wars before, but this was different and he had finally had to accept that he knew why: his past was coming back to destroy all he had worked for. This demon, this darkness, would stop at nothing to destroy everything good in his life.