Diamond Days (Born Bratva 6)(7)

 

"Where do you think you are going, Ptichka?" he murmured as his lips grazed the shell of her ear, his breath deliciously warm against her skin. "Still think you can escape me after all these years? Tsk, tsk," he purred as his free hand roamed her torso. His arrogant touch felt intrusive as he stroked and squeezed her flesh, his hand eventually settling over her breast as he lightly teased the nipple with his fingertips.

 

"You see," he went on grimly, "I'm very angry right now and I think we both know who is going to suffer for it." A brutal pinch at the word 'suffer' had her gasping sharply as the sensitive tip of her breast pebbled beneath his fingertips. "The thing I continue to find so intoxicating about you is that you enjoy suffering for your man. You enjoy giving me what I need. Do you know what I need now, Ptichka?"

 

"No," she gasped as his fingers tightened around her nipple. Her core clenched at the sensation and the very real threat of more torment to come. "Oh, God … I'm … Glazov, no … "

 

She worried that she might climax from the combination of his fingers and his husky voice rumbling so harshly in her ear -- but if she did, she knew this new facet to his already impressive sexual repertoire would make her husband impossible to live with. So, she gritted her teeth and tried to stave off the orgasm that was hovering just out of reach.

 

"What I need right now, what I crave, is blood. Flesh, bone, and blood. I need to exact revenge on my enemies that want to destroy what is mine. Now, since I can't kill anyone … at the moment … how about I just fuck you to death?"

 

He began nibbling up and down the length of her neck, stopping only to bite and suck at the tender flesh, hard enough that he would surely leave a mark. And it wouldn't be the first time. His cock was hard as stone as his hips jutted against the sheer nightgown that barely covered her ass. She jumped when he seized the neckline with both hands, ripping the delicate fabric down the middle before tossing it to the floor.  

 

She could feel her breathing quicken in tandem with his. He was right; she basked in his uniquely brutal sexuality, her body coming alive under his hands as he mingled pleasure with pain as only he could. She savored his raw masculinity, even his harshness, every bit as much as his unparalleled tenderness during times of gentle lovemaking. This would not be one of those times.

 

Soft, helpless whimpers escaped her lips, betraying the depth of her need for him. He tore at her panties and they fluttered to the floor.

 

"Such a wet, dirty girl for me. When did you become such a dirty girl, hmm?" he growled in her ear as he slid his hand along her slick folds before dipping two fingers inside.

 

They both knew the answer to his question; she was every bit a lady outside of the bedroom, but behind closed doors she lost all inhibitions-every orifice was open and willing for him, ready to be used or punished or worshipped as he saw fit. She was his drug of choice just as he was hers. It had been that way for them from the moment they met.

 

As he ruthlessly fucked her with two fingers, she moaned and the walls of her pussy began rippling around him. She cried out his name like a feral animal and heard him laugh. He was making her desperate and he knew it.

 

"No, no, no," he admonished cruelly. "You don't get to come yet."

 

"Damn it, Glazov, you're making me crazy."

 

"Good to know I still make you crazy after all these years."

 

He lifted her from the vanity and pulled her into the bedroom by a handful of hair, his grip sharpened by the fury that threatened to consume him. His hands moved briskly as he removed his clothes, his eyes lingering on Kathleen's curves as she reclined against the pillows. He approached the bed, nude, looking every magnificent inch the Nordic god that he was.

 

He palmed his erection with the supreme confidence of an alpha male in his prime, running his thumb up and down the angry-looking vein that coursed the length of his cock. She draped her upturned arms back over her head, arching her back as she drew her knees close to her chest, then spread them far apart.

 

His lips tightened and the muscle in his jaw clenched as he stared down at his wife's glistening heat, offered to him with such complete abandon. A shudder ran through him and he gripped the head of his cock in what she knew was an effort to stem his rising need for her. He rested a knee on the bed, then draped his torso over hers, his hips coming home to rest in the cradle of her thighs.

 

She would talk to him about his worries later, but not now. No, she was more than content to give herself over to him, to be used by him. He was insatiable when it came to his wife because she gave as good as she got whenever he needed to fuck the anger out of his system. She had learned long ago that sometimes a hard fuck was the only way to calm the Pakhan's wrath. She knew it would be only a temporary fix; his protectiveness for his family and his way of life would stoke the flames and he would eventually boil over to a full roll, when they would do this again. And so it would go until he exacted revenge on his enemies.