Free Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) by Suzanne Steele Page A

in my system that I would never be able to dislodge him.
    Tears streamed down my face as every nerve in my body screamed out for the touch of a man who held my very life in his hands.
    I could hear his voice in the distance. He was a powerful presence that invaded my life with no warning, and now that he had consumed me, he still wanted more.
    “I won’t stop until you bear my name, Ptichka,” he whispered. “I’m only getting started. I will spend the rest of my life merging your soul with mine. I need that. I need to possess you.”

Kathleen
    I would awaken in the middle of the night to him whispering softly in my ear as his hands swept over my body with expert precision. His long blond hair tickled my skin as his stark blue eyes pierced through me, solidifying his threats to never release me. His whispers were soft yet threatening. He told me he would never let me go; he was going to force me to bear his son as payment for my debt. He told me I was called to Bratva just as he was. I was called to bear and raise his son to take over his legacy. He would tell me, in the same sentence, that he owned me, loved me, and that he would kill me before he ever let me go. He was everything I knew to avoid in a man, yet I wanted him… I craved him… I loved him…
    I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame; the threat of my wings being singed by an all-consuming fire was ever-present. Though my reasoning had worked for me in the past in every area of my life, I was unable to resist the danger that was Glazov. No matter how much I told myself to get away from him—that no good could come from being with him—the truth was I had fallen in love with a cold-blooded killer.



Chapter Eight
    Kathleen
    I was grateful Glazov didn’t force me to stop going into my office to work. I imagined part of it was because he knew I would keep a watchful eye on Robin. I was responsible to a fault, and even he recognized that trait in me. Going into work also gave me the chance to decompress from the intensity he brought to the table. I was functioning on very limited sleep due to his penchant for waking me throughout the night to whisper threats while he fucked me. He’d only allow me a couple hours of sleep before he woke me to sate his desires again.
    I could see him in my mind’s eye. He’d lean his massive chest over me, and his long blond hair would tickle my nipples when he softly stroked my face. He studied my expression as he told me his plans to force me to bear his son. I wondered how far he would go. Would he go so far as to make certain I wasn’t on birth control? Would it do me any good to try and sneak away to a doctor’s office? I couldn’t imagine bearing a child for the sole purpose of raising him Bratva. I was bewildered by the mere thought. Glazov’s father had raised him to take over his sect of the Bratva, and Glazov was obsessed with the idea of impregnating me with his child for the same purpose.
    Glazov had the uncanny ability to accurately read people and situations. It was one of the reasons I was glad to get away from him during the day. It made me anxious to be observed all the time. I lived my life under the glaring light of his scrutiny. It was like he wanted to analyze my every thought, so he would have control over not just my body, but my psyche as well. His hold on me went far beyond the physical. He coveted being in my head so he’d always be with me, even when he wasn’t.
    I’d never dealt with a man who actually cared about what I was thinking. Most men became bored after the newness of a relationship wore off. He was just the opposite.
    He watched me like a hawk. I wondered if he was like this with his other women, but for some reason, I doubted it. He struck me as the kind of man who had a different woman in his bed every night. That was one of the reasons I didn’t understand his obsession with me. What was so different about me? Perhaps it was the fact that he felt like I was the woman