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 do You think about Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1)?
