Diamond Days (Born Bratva 6)(26)

 

His eyes flared with heat at her words. He had never seen her like this  –  so decisive, so ruthless. "This isn't like you, my little bird."

 

"I'll take down anyone who fucks with my family. You're all I've got. Bratva is all I know now. I'll be damned if I'm going to let some ghost from the past haunt me or my family. Think about it, Glazov; I'm the best partner to help you to help take this bastard down."

 

"And why do you say that?"

 

"Just think, Glazov. Fear, adrenaline, and a healthy dose of marriage bonding, are better than any drug you can imagine. I know you better than anyone, I have your back like no one else. Let's do it, you only live once, baby."

 

"You only die once, too, Kathleen."

 

"You know as well as I do that, if you're not living life to the fullest, you're already dead. Let's get this fucker. No … let's annihilate him. Together-you and me. Let's go down in history not just being born Bratva, but fucking saving it from the flames. You want to leave a legacy? Then let's do it together."

 

"Come here, closer to me," he said softly. she wrapped her body around his, their limbs tangled together. "You have been so much more than I deserve. You are the most fearless woman I have ever seen."

 

"It isn't that I'm not afraid, Glazov. But it's the fear that pushes me forward."

 

"You are a magnificent Bratva wife, the best any man could ever ask for. The first time I saw you on the security tape was like a lightning bolt. Now, back then I was not the man I am now; I thought it was the lust of a man for a woman. But my soul recognized what I did not, and it compelled me to move mountains to make you mine."

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

He pressed her cheek to his chest and gave a long, satisfied exhale as he ran his hand up and down the length of her torso. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. "I often think to myself that I couldn't love you any more than I do and yet my love for you grows stronger, deeper, with each passing day. I would do anything for you. If you desire to kill with me, so be it. In fact, I look forward to it. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a closet sadist buried deep inside that heart of yours."

 

He effortlessly lifted her up and over to straddle him. She tilted her head back as she eased down onto his cock, primed and ready to finish what they had started in the office. Her hands settled on his chest and she began to move, gasping as she stretched to accommodate his size. Even after bearing his children, she sometimes struggled to accept all of him inside her body, but the pleasure was worth every twinge of pain. Who's a lucky girl?

 

He sank his fingers into the firm flesh of her hips. As her thrusts became more urgent, he jackhammered his hips to meet her rhythm. She was so damn sexy when she gave herself over to pleasure. His hand made its way down to the apex of her thighs and nestled there. Her swollen clit felt plush and firm as his fingertip slid in ever-smaller circles around it until finally pressing down and stroking the bundle of nerves.

 

Kathleen clenched her fingers, digging her nails into his massive chest. She thought she heard him hiss at the contact, even as the orgasm rolled through her and pulled her under.

 

Glazov's body froze in place for a long moment as he seated his cock to the hilt and released his seed into her depths.

 

As lips roamed and hands stroked and soothed, it crossed Kathleen's mind that this kind of passion was exactly how Bratva babies were made. Hmm. The thought brought a smile to her lips but was gone as fast as it had arrived. She collapsed onto his chest, her hair tumbling in scarlet waves over his arm. Smiling at the satisfied purr that rumbled from his chest, she fell asleep with Glazov still inside her.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

 

 

He had lost sight of her when she went into the adjoining room. But from his vantage point within a small thatch of trees just beyond the compound wall, his night vision binoculars were giving him a front row seat to yet another Alexander Glazov fuck-fest, this one in their marital bed. Even though he didn't like watching her in the monster's arms, the stranger would take anything he could get and was just glad to get a glimpse of her at all. It made him crazy when he had to go for days at a time without seeing her-crazier than he already was.

 

She didn't belong with that monster. Glazov wasn't the rightful heir to the Bratva throne. No, she belonged with him-the true Pakhan.  

 

He was enthralled with the sight of her long, red hair swaying in seductive rhythm with her body. He made believe it was his cock she was riding, his chest she was clawing. He closed his eyes, giving in to yet another fantasy as he one-handed his cock from his pants and began stroking it. He cupped his balls, imagining she was sucking them into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue. Pre-cum glistened on the hood of his shaft, so he slid his hand back up his length and caught the drop with his thumb. He spread the cream over his sensitive flesh, imagining her tongue swirling around the hood before sucking him down to the root.