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her thighs around my waist as she tries to wrench my seed from my body.
My hands move quickly, untying the rope that binds her and sending it spilling onto the floor. I groan loudly as I push inside her. Buried deep within her core, is exactly where I need to be. She is my calm in the storm, and she brings me a sense of peace that I can find nowhere else.
My thrusts become violent and more rapid as I take, mark, and assure myself that she is still mine. She is the only woman who has ever affected me like this. She drives me insane with the need to take, take, take her—over and over again. It’s like she’s become an addiction that my body demands, sating my flesh to assure my mind that, even after all these years, she still belongs to me. My voice hisses menacingly as I explode inside her. My head lolls, her breasts providing the perfect pillowed comfort to rest my fucked-up head.
“You are so fucking beautiful, and you are so fucking mine!”
Chapter Fifteen
Glazov
“What are you doing, Glazov? You never wear jeans and a t-shirt. Though, I’ll admit you look damn good dressed in tight clothing with that long ass hair of yours pulled back. I get the distinct impression you’re going out to do surveillance on someone. Who the fuck is it, Glazov?”
I chuckle at my wife and decide it will be fun to piss her off.
“Do I detect a note of jealousy?”
I watch my wife as she turns to glare at me, and I can’t resist the urge to rub it in a bit more.
“I’d take you with me, but I’d have to add your name to my hit list if I did.”
“If I follow you and find out you’re tailing some bitch, you’ll be on mine.”
“Well, as much as I would enjoy your company today, I don’t think you can stomach watching Antonio Wayne in action.”
At that point, my nosy wife interrupts.
“The Colombian thug?”
“That’s what his wife calls him, and I really am going to have to kill you if you ever attempt leaving me, Kathleen. You know too damn much.”
“I think I’ll pass on tagging along. It isn’t the fact that I can’t deal with a sadist; I just have my hands full with the one I have. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m nosy though, so fill me in later.”
“You are the furthest thing from the stereotypical Bratva wife. You are way too interested in the business I conduct. Do not follow me, Ptichka. Antonio is crazy, and I can assure you, you won’t be able to stomach his methods of torture. The guy is a full-blown sadist. You don’t want to see him in action, even if it is via live video streaming.”
“I have no desire to watch Antonio Wayne filet one of his enemies. Have fun, dear.”
She’s such a smart-ass. Only my wife can find humor in what I do. I grab my leather jacket and quickly descend the stairs two steps at a time. To Novak and me, this is almost like watching entertainment; the only thing missing for us is the popcorn. There aren’t many things I enjoy more than seeing the competition at work and getting a feel for how they operate. Hell, I might even get some new ideas from watching him work his magic. Mastering the art of torture is an ongoing learning process, and I would like to think I’m capable of more than just cutting off victim’s body parts to get the Intel I want. When I open the door, I see my cousin already waiting outside for me, standing by his sports car.
“I’m not sure how crazy I am about riding with the top down; I’m accustomed to bulletproof glass.”
“I’ll be able to drive fast because it’s an open road, cuz. It’s hard to hit a moving target.”
“I don’t want to be a fucking target at all, Novak!”
“It’s boys’ day out. Just roll with it.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“It’s in the DNA, baby. Our whole family is nuts.”
We speed down the driveway and out onto the open highway, heading toward River Road. That particular street is known for being used for drag racing, so I’m not surprised when Novak opens up the
My hands move quickly, untying the rope that binds her and sending it spilling onto the floor. I groan loudly as I push inside her. Buried deep within her core, is exactly where I need to be. She is my calm in the storm, and she brings me a sense of peace that I can find nowhere else.
My thrusts become violent and more rapid as I take, mark, and assure myself that she is still mine. She is the only woman who has ever affected me like this. She drives me insane with the need to take, take, take her—over and over again. It’s like she’s become an addiction that my body demands, sating my flesh to assure my mind that, even after all these years, she still belongs to me. My voice hisses menacingly as I explode inside her. My head lolls, her breasts providing the perfect pillowed comfort to rest my fucked-up head.
“You are so fucking beautiful, and you are so fucking mine!”
Chapter Fifteen
Glazov
“What are you doing, Glazov? You never wear jeans and a t-shirt. Though, I’ll admit you look damn good dressed in tight clothing with that long ass hair of yours pulled back. I get the distinct impression you’re going out to do surveillance on someone. Who the fuck is it, Glazov?”
I chuckle at my wife and decide it will be fun to piss her off.
“Do I detect a note of jealousy?”
I watch my wife as she turns to glare at me, and I can’t resist the urge to rub it in a bit more.
“I’d take you with me, but I’d have to add your name to my hit list if I did.”
“If I follow you and find out you’re tailing some bitch, you’ll be on mine.”
“Well, as much as I would enjoy your company today, I don’t think you can stomach watching Antonio Wayne in action.”
At that point, my nosy wife interrupts.
“The Colombian thug?”
“That’s what his wife calls him, and I really am going to have to kill you if you ever attempt leaving me, Kathleen. You know too damn much.”
“I think I’ll pass on tagging along. It isn’t the fact that I can’t deal with a sadist; I just have my hands full with the one I have. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m nosy though, so fill me in later.”
“You are the furthest thing from the stereotypical Bratva wife. You are way too interested in the business I conduct. Do not follow me, Ptichka. Antonio is crazy, and I can assure you, you won’t be able to stomach his methods of torture. The guy is a full-blown sadist. You don’t want to see him in action, even if it is via live video streaming.”
“I have no desire to watch Antonio Wayne filet one of his enemies. Have fun, dear.”
She’s such a smart-ass. Only my wife can find humor in what I do. I grab my leather jacket and quickly descend the stairs two steps at a time. To Novak and me, this is almost like watching entertainment; the only thing missing for us is the popcorn. There aren’t many things I enjoy more than seeing the competition at work and getting a feel for how they operate. Hell, I might even get some new ideas from watching him work his magic. Mastering the art of torture is an ongoing learning process, and I would like to think I’m capable of more than just cutting off victim’s body parts to get the Intel I want. When I open the door, I see my cousin already waiting outside for me, standing by his sports car.
“I’m not sure how crazy I am about riding with the top down; I’m accustomed to bulletproof glass.”
“I’ll be able to drive fast because it’s an open road, cuz. It’s hard to hit a moving target.”
“I don’t want to be a fucking target at all, Novak!”
“It’s boys’ day out. Just roll with it.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“It’s in the DNA, baby. Our whole family is nuts.”
We speed down the driveway and out onto the open highway, heading toward River Road. That particular street is known for being used for drag racing, so I’m not surprised when Novak opens up the
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