Free Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) by Suzanne Steele

handle my accounts. Finding good help was hard, and I would only be hurting myself in the long run if I fired her to prove a point. Though, she would still do well not to push me. I was already pissed off at her about the debt, and she only intensified my anger by running her mouth to Glazov. My patience was wearing thin with her.
    I spent the rest of the day working and trying to forget that I’d be going to Glazov’s home tonight instead of my own. I knew it was too soon to take a chance on angering him again by disobeying. He would just show up at my house in the middle of the night and do God knows what. Whether I liked it or not, I would be sleeping at his place tonight.

Kathleen
    I entered Glazov’s home to find him reclined on the antique sofa in the seating area of the master suite. A large tray of food sat on the extravagant coffee table in front of him.
    He waved two fingers in the air, summoning me over to him. “You are hungry, little one.”
    It was more a statement than a question.
    “Great, a romantic dinner,” I mumbled.
    My stomach rumbled, my body betraying me once again to this man who seemed to gain more control over me with each passing day.
    I eyed the man seated next to me. Today, he donned a burgundy suit with a black and white striped button-up shirt. His cuffs were solid white, and he wore gold cufflinks. He had removed his jacket at some point, making his holstered gun visible; he always had a gun on him.
    I found myself sneaking peeks at him, but I looked down each time he caught me. He set his fork down and made that clicking noise with his tongue against his teeth he always made when he gave me his full attention.
    Oh shit.
    “You know, I like you. Anyone else, I just kill them.”
    “Charmed, I’m sure,” I muttered.
    His eyes squinted into small slits. “I try to be nice to you, but you have no manners.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Glazov? You abducted me, you brute!”
    “You little thief!” he hissed as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “You owe me one hundred thousand dollars.”
    “It’s fifty thousand!” I screamed. “And I didn’t steal it! My dumb-ass, addicted employee did, and while we’re talking about addictions, it’s thugs like you who enable them!”
    In one swift motion, he pushed the coffee table away, and I jumped, fearing the food would go flying.
    He viciously pinned me down on the couch with his hand around my throat as he ripped open my skirt. My G-string was no match for his strength, and he easily tore it from my body.
    “You liar,” he hissed as he plunged a finger into me. My legs fell open, and my body fell back across the arm of the couch. My back was arched as my head hung over the edge, my body laid out in offering to my enemy.
    A look of triumph spread over his countenance as he continued speaking while he worked his magic. “You lie to yourself and to your employee, but you cannot lie to me, Ptichka. You crave me as much as I crave you. You want to throw out accusations and judgments about addiction, but you and I are as addicted to each other as your friend is to gambling. You can say whatever you like, but your body tells me all I need to know. Do you honestly think you could be satisfied with another man after all I’ve shown you? You enjoy aggression, you enjoy pain, and whether you like it or not, you enjoy me. You can run to the ends of the earth to get away from me, but your body will betray you even if you’re a continent away. You. Crave. Me.”
    He removed his pants and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my soaked opening. He would barely enter me and then withdraw until I started pleading with him.
    He stood and tore out of the rest of his clothing. He lifted up my hips to meet his hardness and then roughly plunged into me. “Don’t you dare fucking move, Ptichka!”
    His hands held my hips up as he took me, and my body was on fire for him because of it. Who was I kidding? This man was so deeply embedded