Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

Ptichka!”
    She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. There was such earnestness about her. She radiated everything good and right—everything opposite of me.
    I slid my cock up and down her slit and wiggled it in and out of her, making sure to rake it over her swollen clit every time I pulled out. “If you come without me granting permission, I’m going to be very displeased.” I shook my head for emphasis. “And you won’t like me displeased.”
    “You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”
    “I might do that just to purposely get you in trouble.”
    “Glazov, please stop toying with me.”
    “That’s never going to happen. You’re just too much fun to play with. While we’re on the subject of sex, you need to be ready for my driver at ten tomorrow morning. There will be a doctor at my home to test us for any STDs. When I fuck you, I want to feel every crevice and fold. The thought of that tight little pussy of yours contracting around my cock and milking me is making me crazy. I’m done talking, Ptichka. I want to taste you.”
    I folded her legs back and placed my hands underneath the cheeks of her ass. I raised her up to my face as if she were a delicacy I was going to treat myself to and, in my mind, she was. She tasted delectable. I flattened my tongue and ran it over her opening in long, slow, agonizing licks. I looked up at her through hooded eyes when she groaned to see she had clenched her fists around the sheets. Once again, I brought her right to the edge and stopped.
    I waited for her body to calm down and then started all over again, increasing her hunger for me.
    Tears now poured down her cheeks as she begged me to let her come, but I wasn’t done. I pushed two fingers into her opening and alternated opening them like scissors and gently rubbing over her g-spot.
    She screamed out, “I’ll do whatever you want!”
    Bingo—the magic words. I’ll let her come now...

Kathleen
    He was making me crazy, constantly bringing me to the verge of climax and then stopping. Why was he doing this to me? Was torturing me with pleasure some sort of sensual sadism?
    When he first started teasing me, all my emotional walls and barriers were firmly in place. I was a lady who kept a tight rein on everything I did, and that included in the bedroom. By the time Glazov was through with me, I was a writhing, begging, moaning, feral slut. I would have gone out and barked at the moon if he told me I had to do so to be able to come.
    I finally screamed out the one thing I knew he wanted to hear, which happened to be the one thing I didn’t want to say: “I’ll do whatever you want!”
    He had me wound up so tight, I felt as if I exploded from the inside out when I finally did come. I lied beneath him, feeling drugged, while he pushed into me and manipulated his hips in a manner that pulled two more raging orgasms from my sated body. I don’t remember falling asleep, and I don’t remember him leaving. What I do remember is having the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.

Kathleen
    I woke up the next morning to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm and looked over to see a new phone. I already knew Glazov well enough to know it was probably bugged. I had no intentions of using it, even if I was glad that it woke me up. The testing appointment was something I wanted to keep.
    I made my way to the kitchen to start coffee and went ahead and jumped in the shower while it percolated. Intrusive thoughts about the previous night flooded my mind as I washed my hair.
    It was true that sex with Glazov was better than anything I’d ever experienced before, but there was no way I was going to let that fact deter me from getting away from him. Even though I would never do it, I wondered what he would do if I said, “Just kill her; I don’t care. I don’t want to be with you.”
    How would Glazov react if he didn’t have control? I could always go to the police, but I didn’t have much faith they could protect