Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) (2 page)

Kathleen

The sound of my heels click clacking in the back alley as I walked towards the two large suited men only seemed to exacerbate my anxiety.

I stood straight and spoke as I eyed them, determined not to show any fear. “I need to speak with Mr. Glazov, please.”

The brawny guard snickered as he said something in his native Russian tongue to his counterpart, and then he stared at me as he spoke into his earpiece.

I suddenly found myself being grateful for the long trench coat I had chosen to wear. It covered my entire body and, at the moment, provided me with much needed modesty. Something about the way the guard eyed me gave me the creeps, though, I’m sure it wasn’t every day they were approached by women demanding entrance. Perhaps I was just a novelty and was reading too much into it. I’m sure most women had more sense than to come here, but I wasn’t thinking with my head right now; I was thinking with my heart.

“Come,” he growled.

I almost had to run to keep up with his long strides. Apparently, hospitality was not an important quality to this ogre. I would find out in a matter of moments, his lack of etiquette was the least of my worries.

He led me down a long corridor and tapped on a large wooden door. A voice bade him enter, and I found myself staring into the cold blue eyes of the man who would soon change my life.

Glazov

I eyed the tall redhead who stood before me and immediately recognized her. I first saw her when my men brought back surveillance on the bitch who owed me a hundred grand. That I knew her identity would remain my little secret though. My curiosity was piqued, as was my sadistic nature to toy with her. I wanted to fuck with her head, so that’s exactly what I was going to do.

“Sit!” I studied her as I purposely made her wait. It was fun watching her apprehension build, and I felt my cock jump when she started to fidget. My eyes raked over her facial features as I scrutinized her expression, trying to get a feel for how I wanted to handle her.

I have always had a weakness for redheads. I could definitely picture this one flat on her back in my bed or, better yet, pinned up against a wall. Visions of her porcelain skin and toying with her naked body were distracting me. It was taking all my self-control to not bend her ass over my desk and fuck her senseless. I’m not a man given to dating; I simply take what I want when I want it, and I wanted this redhead. I smirked as the realization crossed my mind that I was glad her friend took my money. She gave me a confused look in response to my expression, and it just spurred me on to fuck with her a little more for entertainment. Yeah, I’m a bastard; what can I say?

I knew I wanted her by the way my body responded when she walked in the room—no, let me reword that—I knew the little fire crotch was as good as mine. She might not know it yet, but I sure as hell did. Just looking at her had my cock rock hard and straining against the zipper of my suit pants. It had been a long time since the mere sight of a clothed woman sexually excited me. I think the fact that she was so prim and proper had me wanting to rip her good girl layer off to see if any surprises lie beneath.

Kathleen

I watched as he ran his finger over his full bottom lip, and I found myself wishing he would stop it. This guy was a whole lot better looking than I anticipated.

He was large, and it was evident that he worked out. His long, blond, shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His facial features were chiseled and hard. He had a prominent nose, but with his overall massive size, it fit his face well. In the end, the intensity of his gaze forced me to cut my scrutiny short. His ice-cold blue eyes promised no mercy, and I finally looked away from that full lip I wished he’d quit touching.

I shifted nervously in my seat, wishing he would say something. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke. “You may remove your coat.”

It was more of a command than a polite suggestion.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” I stated. I hugged the material tightly against my body, hoping it would give me some sort of solace against the fear I felt building inside me. I shivered and could feel my trepidation quickly escalating into a mild sense of panic. The walls were beginning to close in on me, and I fought off the desire to get up and run from the room.

He raised a sardonic brow and simply said, “I insist.”

If I had to use one word to describe this man it would be:
sinister
.

It was becoming more difficult by the moment to hide how nervous I was feeling. How could he sit there and look so calm while I felt wave after wave of anxiety flooding my system?

I needed to settle this debt and get the hell out of here. I hadn’t planned on even taking the time to sit down in his office, but I wrestled with the idea of offending him. The last thing I wanted was to appear rude by rushing the conversation.

I initially walked in here feeling confident and in control, but in a matter of moments, the man seated in front of me had me feeling stripped of all authority. No wonder his adversaries feared him. What was my employee thinking when she borrowed money from a man like this? I resolved then and there that Robin needed to get help for her addiction because I never wanted to go through this again. Her nasty little gambling habit put me in a situation I avoided at all costs in business—being out of control.

Glazov

Watching her chew on her bottom lip as she removed her coat was distracting, to say the least. I could definitely envision myself buried deep inside her. “You are here about your assistant who owes me money, no?”

I watched as she straightened her body, and my eyes strayed to her silky white top. My mind drifted, and I started thinking about what her nipples would look like if I sucked on them through the material until it was wet with my saliva. I’d run my fingertips in soft circles around them until goose bumps formed, and her nipples stood out prominently.

This little high-society executive was making me want to do dark, dirty things to her. It had been quite a while since any woman had affected me like this.

Her voice cut through my dirty thoughts.

“Mr. Glazov, I believe this is just one big misunderstanding. I’m sure we can work something out.”

When I rose from behind my desk, it only excited me more when I saw her eyes widen in fear. I’m a very large man, and it was evident my size intimidated her.

This was going to be fun, and I planned on milking it for all it was worth. I was careful in making my movements slow and deliberate, never taking my eyes off her delicate facial features. She was emanating an anxious, frightened energy, and it had me throbbing in need for her. I didn’t even care that my pants were tented, revealing how desperately I longed to sink into her depths.

I wanted to make this so-called meeting last. I didn’t want to let this woman walk back out of my office. What the fuck was this stranger doing to me? She was the exact opposite of the women I normally fucked. Those women were brash, overly made up, and loud-mouthed; they were groupies of the Bratva organization I ruled. To be honest, they all threw themselves at my feet. I had my choice of any woman I wanted, but I was bored. She was so respectful, so prim and proper. She was just sitting there with her dainty hands folded, wondering how she was going to save the life of her little friend. I could read her like an open book. She didn’t try to school her expression and every emotion was easily discerned just by looking at her face. I didn’t want to read her face, though. I wanted to read her fucking body while she screamed out my name.