Glazov's Legacy (Born Bratva Book 2) (7 page)

Glazov

“You fucking cock tease,” I hiss.

As soon as we enter the room, I grab her wrists and lock them in the manacles. I walk over to the button that will lift the restraints so her arms are stretched over her head, and I watch in amusement while she tries to stand on just her tiptoes. I’m unable to suppress my smirk as I rip the dress from her body. My Ptichka is nude and at my mercy. It’s time to play.

I remove my suit coat, fold it, and lay it on a dungeon chair. I built this room for two purposes: to play, and to house prisoners. Right now, my wife is both my playmate and my captive.

I stand in front of her while I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, revealing my forearms. I run my hands over her bruised body. There will be even more bruises by the time I’m finished with her tonight.

“Do you think you can taunt me all night and not pay for leading me on?”

“I’m already bruised. Please…” she answers in her already weakened voice.

I grab a handful of her hair and turn her head from side to side as I smear her lipstick all over her face with the thumb of my other hand.

“Damn it, Glazov!”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

“You’re marked, is what you are. Perhaps another tattoo is in order to remind you whose property you are; maybe we’ll get something on your inner lip where it really hurts.”

Now she is fervently shaking her head back and forth and trying to get out of my grip. This is going to be fun.

“You fucking bastard!”

“Can I taste your pussy, you little cock tease?”

I bend down, pull her legs over my shoulders, and begin lapping at her slit. She is the perfect mixture of what I crave to taste. She’s sweet and sour, pissed off yet turned on. Yeah, that is a heady combination. I watch her as she looks down at me, her eyes glued to my hooded gaze, both of us connected to the other. I run my tongue from the front of her slit to the back, dipping it inside her core every few laps.

“You want to come?” I give her no time to answer. “Too fucking bad. Your little cock teasing games have put you in quite the predicament.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yeah, she is right where I want her, taking the blame for the imagined offense she has committed against me.

“So, you’re telling me you knew what you were doing?”

“I’m telling you anything you want to hear, Glazov.”

Yes, she is right where I want her. She is mentally at my mercy.

“You taste good, girl.”

I go back to dining on her hot little pussy that is twitching with need. She is so fucking wet that my face bears evidence of her arousal. I purposely bring her right to the edge and stop.

“You fucking bastard!”

“We’ve already been over this. I know I’m a bastard.”

I strip down, release her from the chains, and then toss her onto the bed.

“Assume the fucking position,” I growl at her.

I watch as she quickly gets on all fours, doggy style, and then lowers her upper body down. When I see her grab two of the wrought iron spikes that make up part of the headboard, I know she is ready for me. I bury my face back in her pussy from behind, but this time, I bury two fingers inside her soaked opening until her body quakes in pleasure.

I waste no time in kneeling behind her and plunge my cock deeply inside her.

“You fucking cock tease, I’ll take your ass whenever and wherever I want it. I’ll take everything you have away from you and make it mine.”

I slam my palm on her ass, and she screams out in pain.

“Don’t move. Disobey me and take your hands off those spikes, and see what you get.”

She is gripping the spikes so hard that her knuckles are white. She’s scared to let go, scared of me, and scared of what I might do to her.

“You need this. You need me. Don’t ever forget it, Ptichka. You belong to me.”

Kathleen

He is right; I need what he gives me. I can hear his voice in the distance. The dopamine that floods my system makes everything sound fogged over. I feel his arms as he picks me up and carries me to our bathroom. My head falls onto his chest. I’m where I need to be—in his arms, in his care. He gently lowers my body down into the steaming water, infused with a mixture of fragrances. It’s some concoction my husband has formulated that will aid in my healing. It makes the bruises, cuts, and soreness fade more quickly, at least until the next time… and there will always be a next time.

His mouth is right next to my ear when he starts whispering the truths of my reality—a reality I’ve lived since the day I first laid eyes on him.

“I’ll always be in the shadows of your mind, waiting to pull you into my darkness. I can’t help myself; I need you in my world of fucked-up depravity. To lose you would kill me. You’re my kryptonite. Even when you’re safe in my arms, and I stand no chance of losing you, the fear resides in my chest, constricting my breath. You make me crazy. I face death every day with no fear, yet you terrorize me when you play your games. I have to possess you. Anything less means losing you, and that is unacceptable to me. I’ll cage you in that fucking dungeon cell if I need to, but I will not lose you. It’s in your nature to run, and it’s in my nature to hold you captive, so our game of cat and mouse continues. Even after twenty years of marriage, you still captivate me. You would be wise not to underestimate how far I would go to keep you by my side.”

My husband spends the next hour reassuring me that he is just as enamored with me now as he was in the beginning. I have no intentions of going anywhere, but trying to convince him of that is impossible. To appease his fear, I’ll let him keep the stranglehold he has on the Ptichka he’s convinced wants to fly away.

Glazov

I lean back in my chair behind my desk and eye my cousin as he takes a seat across from me.

“You still look like a fucking thug,” I tell him.

I laugh as I view all his tattoos and piercings. Though he looks like he should be wearing a biker’s kutte, he’s walking around in a tailored suit. He’s a living, breathing oxymoron.

He ignores my statement and, instead, addresses an issue from last night’s party that had aroused everyone’s curiosity.

“It seems your son Kodiak has inherited your dominant ways. Who’s the chick that was on his arm last night? Or maybe I should say, who’s the chick he had pinned to the wall all night?”

“Her name’s Logan, and I don’t know what she’s up to yet, but I put Kodiak on her to find out. She just started working here as a dealer. She’s a smart one; the bitch can count cards better than any dealer I’ve ever had.”

“How do you know she’s up to something?”

“I can smell her secrets.”

“Ahh, the mark of a true predator.”

“It’s in the family genes.”

“Yes, it is. We do so enjoy the hunt and take down, don’t we, Cousin Glazov?”

“Yes, we thoroughly enjoy it, and it never wanes when it comes to our own women.”

“Speaking of women, mine wants to do some PR work for the libraries. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, I love literature. She made a shitload of money off that book she wrote based on your diary. Weren’t you worried about your personal life being put out there for the masses to scrutinize, Novak?”

“It was fiction, and as far as the money is concerned, she made a shitload of money for us. Now that we’re married, what’s hers is mine, cousin.”

“You would have taken it anyway.”

“Like you said, it’s in our DNA. On another note, my wife is concerned about the Louisville library being shut down. Apparently, with e-readers being all the rage, they’re just not getting the funding they need to continue to operate.”

That pissed me off. I didn’t like the idea of that library closing its doors for good. It was a piece of history, and it needed to remain open for the public and future generations to enjoy.

“You tell your wife I’m on board. Have her set up press conferences if she needs to. I don’t care what it takes; I’ll support her in whatever she needs.”

I can see the pleased looked on Novak’s face. His wife will be happy, and even in the world of Bratva, the old adage,
happy wife, happy life
, still rings true.

“Let’s get back to the business at hand. Novak, the girl belongs to Kodiak. She’s his job. You just stay focused on the gambling house. Speaking of the girl, call Kodiak in here.”

“You got it, boss. Believe me, I couldn’t care any less about another woman. My hands are full with the one I have, and my cock doesn’t like anybody else.”

“Yeah, I suffer from the same issues. My hands are full, and my cock belongs to Kathleen.”

I sit and tap my favorite platinum pen against my desk while I await my son’s appearance. He enters, looking at me as though he fears he has done something wrong.

“It’s evident to not only me, but also to everyone else who attended the party last night, that you’re enthralled by my new employee. If you want her, there are some things I need you to do. The main issue concerns surveillance. I need to know what she’s up to. I suggest you find a way to bug her phone. We’ll also need to copy the data off her computer, and a tracking device on her car would be useful. I already know she’s a student; what’s her major?”

I can tell he is nervous by the way he keeps trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

“Journalism.”

My fist slams down on the desk so hard, the heavy paperweight that was resting there bounces and falls off onto the floor.

“Pick it up, Kodiak!” I growl.

“I’ll deal with her, Dad.”

“You better fucking deal with her, or I will. And when I say deal with her, I don’t mean letting your cock lead you around. Have you fucked her yet?”

“Dad?!”

He has suddenly regressed back to the little boy I raised.

“You heard me, son. You deal with that bitch, or she’ll be six feet under. With journalism as her major, you’ll have to watch her even more closely. God help her if she writes anything that pisses me off. I’ll bury her fucking ass alive! Now, get out of here!”

The poor kid jumps up from the chair so quickly that by the time I look up, he is gone. Good, he needs to know I am serious—dead serious.