Betrothed to the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 8)

by Hayley Faiman

  Abram guides me to his vehicle, and I climb inside before he closes the door and walks over to his side. In silence, we follow Oksana to her hotel. He leaves me locked inside of the car while he follows behind her, her guard, and the baby to their room, and then he’s back beside me in a flash.

  “Timofei should be back at the apartment by the time I get you there,” he says as though this should mean something to me. I don’t respond with anything other than a nod. He doesn’t say anything else, and I’m glad for it.

  Once we arrive, he follows behind me as we make our way to the elevators and then to the apartment door. Since I still don’t have a key, he opens the apartment for me. Just as he said, Timofei is home. I walk inside and Abram closes the door behind me. I hear the click of the door locking as I slowly walk toward Fei.

  He’s freshly showered, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, his hair slicked back and wet, his back to me as he faces the water. I walk straight over to him, pressing my front against his back as I slide my arms around his waist.

  “Is everything handled?” I murmur against the center of his back before I place a kiss there.

  “I’m the king. I’m Pakhan of Brighton Beach,” he says. He sounds like he’s in a completely different place.

  “You sound almost upset about that,” I murmur against his naked skin.

  He sighs and turns around in my arms, placing his hands on my hips as he looks into my eyes. “I’m not upset, I’m nervous. There’s a difference. This isn’t something I’ve ever been prepared to do in my life. Now, it’s thrust upon me, and I have a fuck of a lot of people counting on me to lead them.”

  I lift one of my hands and place it on his warm chest. “You may not have been prepared to have taken this position, but you are not lacking, Fei. You are ready. I see it in your eyes. You have the presence of a leader. Lead with your head and your heart, and you will be wonderful.”

  Leaning down slightly, he presses his lips to mine for a brief moment. “Show me how great you think I am, devochka. Show me with your mouth,” he murmurs against my lips as he lifts one of his hands and applies pressure to my shoulder.

  Slowly, I sink to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes and feeling my face heat. I’ve never—not like this, not with him. He tugs his shorts down over his hips, and they fall to the floor as his cock appears, long, thick, and hard.

  “Open,” he grunts. I do as he says and open my mouth. Timofei sinks down inside of me, not too far, but far enough that I’m forced to breathe through my nose as I look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me and your mouth open. I’m going to fuck this hot little mouth of yours, devochka.”

  My eyes widen at his words, but I follow his directions. He fucks my mouth much like he fucks my core. His rhythm is steady; and with each thrust, he slips a little further down my throat. I relax as much as I can, watching the look of pure intoxicated bliss on his face.

  I’ve never seen him look so serene before. His eyes are on mine, and he’s watching me, watching his dick disappear down my throat with each stroke. It makes his eyes almost glitter.

  “When I come, you’re going to swallow every fucking drop,” he grunts as his hand slips behind my head and fists in my hair.

  It doesn’t take long before he does what he warns and comes down my throat, not giving me the option, only allowing me to swallow his release.

  Timofei takes a step back and pulls his shorts back up, leaving me on the floor trying to catch my breath. Then he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom in silence.

  Once we’re in the room, he undresses me without saying a word, and I’m naked on the bed as he looks at me. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t touch, he just stares at me, his eyes roaming all over my body.

  “I’m tired as shit, devochka, but your sweet pussy needs me, doesn’t it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and run them across as I shrug. “You have to do all the work,” he chuckles as he crawls onto his side of the bed.

  I turn to look over my shoulder at him, from my position at the edge of the bed. “All of the work?” I ask.

  “Get my dick hard again and fuck me,” he states with a grin. My eyes widen and I look down at his softened length and then up to his face. “Climb up on my face. You ride my face and suck my cock at the same time, I’ll be hard in seconds.”

  “Fei,” I whisper.

  “You’ll like it, devochka, swear to fuck,” he murmurs.

  I nod and hesitantly climb over to him and straddle his face with my thighs. It feels awkward, but I don’t get a chance to really come to terms with what’s happening before Timofei wraps his hands around my hips and tugs me down so that my pussy is against his face. His tongue slips out and swirls around my clit, causing a moan to escape my lips.

  “Suck my cock, Devvy, or I stop,” he murmurs against my center.

  I reach down and take his semi-hard length in my hand, licking the tip and swirling my tongue around it before I suck it between my lips and as far down as my throat can take it.

  He shifts his hips and slowly begins to fuck my mouth as his tongue fucks my pussy. I whimper as he sucks my clit between his teeth. It feels so damn good as his tongue begins to flick me over and over.

  I’m on the verge of coming when he stops, wrapping his hand in the back of my hair and tugging my mouth off of his now hard cock. “Fei,” I whisper on the edge of a sob.

  “Turn around and ride my cock, devochka. I’m coming inside my queen’s cunt,” he growls.

  I scramble around, trying to turn and scoot down his body as quickly as I can. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, and I quickly sink down on him, taking all of him inside of me. With a long moan, my head falls back.

  “Christ, Devvy. Your pussy feels so damn good,” he groans.

  I rise and fall, grinding down against his pelvis, greedily fucking him to my own rhythm. My eyes close as I feel the way he fills me, completely. I’m so full of him, his cock stretching me with each move, my pussy so wet and slippery as I take him repeatedly. Then his thumb starts to roll my clit. Without warning, my thighs shake as I come hard against him.

  Timofei flips me onto my back and rears his hips before he slams into me. He fucks me. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s hard, relentless, ruthless, and wild.

  When he comes, I feel his climax shoot inside of me, and I send yet another prayer that this time we’ve made a baby. I never want to lose this, lose him. The only way I can keep him is to get pregnant.

  “Sleep, my sweet devochka,” he whispers. His length is still inside of me as he presses his lips against my neck and his body relaxes on top of mine.

  Exhausted from everything that’s happened in the past forty-eight hours, I do as he orders. I close my eyes and sleep. I fall asleep with his dick inside of me, his mouth against my neck, and his strong arms wrapping around me safely.

  My phone rings from its spot on the floor, and I reach over, my softened cock slipping from Devyn’s heat.

  “What?” I growl after I hit accept.

  “We have a problem, boss,” Konstantin murmurs.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  I roll out of bed and walk away from a still sleeping Devyn into the living room, headed toward the kitchen for some water.

  “One of the shipments is missing,” he states. I wait for him to continue, because a shipment could me anything. It could mean drugs or guns or even whores. “Dope and guns, boss.”

  “Where was it coming from?” I ask before I open the water bottle and chug its contents.

  “Shipment email says Canada,” he murmurs.

  I press my lips together before I speak. “So Bratva and not the Notorious Devils’ shipment, then?”

  “Yeah, boss,” he grunts.

  “I’ll be at my father’s home in about thirty minutes. Meet me there. You know your way around his office better than I do.” Konstantin grunts his agreement as I end the call and return back to the bed
room.

  Walking inside, I’m surprised to see Devyn sitting up, her back leaning against the wall, and the sheet gathered around her waist. My eyes zero in on her naked breasts and I can’t stop my cock from hardening. I know she sees it when her face pinks.

  “I have work to do today, devochka. I want you to make an appointment with our doctor. Get checked out, make sure everything’s good, yeah? Abram will be with you today, and I’ll give him instructions to insure you contact the doctor,” I announce.

  “I have my own doctor. I went in right before we were married,” she states. I tip my head to the side and give her a grin.

  “You’re Bratva now, Devyn. You see Dr. Pavlov.” She looks at me, her eyebrows knitted, and I think she’s going to reply, but she just nods instead.

  There’s something working in her eyes. I wait for a few breaths for her to work through her thoughts, but she doesn’t say anything else. “Come shower with me.”

  Devyn stands and silently makes her way toward me, slipping her hand in mine. We walk into the bathroom and, for some reason, there’s something heavy in the air. I’m not sure if there’s something off with her, or perhaps I’m just feeling anxious from my call with Konstantin. I don’t know what it is, but I feel as though its clawing up my neck and choking me.

  I start the shower. Once the water is warm, I tug her behind me as I step inside. Letting the warm water beat down on my back helps alleviate the tension that was building inside of me.

  Cupping Devyn’s cheek, I look into her eyes and take her in. She’s beautiful, my young bride. Absolutely more than I deserve. Innocent and beautiful, and so fucking breakable. I’m keeping her, no matter what, she’s mine.

  As if she can read my mind, or maybe my subconscious, she slowly sinks to her knees and takes me into her mouth. I shift my hand from her cheek to the back of her hair and tighten my fingers in the strands, intertwining them with my fingers. Slowly, I start to pump in and out of her warm mouth. She looks up at me, water droplets splashing onto her face, but she only has eyes for me.

  “Fuck, devochka, you feel so fucking good like this,” I rasp as my thrusts become faster and deeper. Then, before I come down her throat, I pull away and reach under her arms to pick her up. “Put your hands on the wall, Devvy.”

  Placing her hands on the shower wall, she tips her ass back with her legs spread, just how she knows I like her. I run my fingertips through her center, swirling her clit before I slide two fingers inside of her hot cunt. My urge is to pound my cock inside of her until she screams, but I’ve hurt her enough lately. My devochka needs some gentility.

  “Fei,” she whimpers.

  Removing my fingers, I replace them with my cock, slowly sinking inside of her tight pussy.

  “Sshh,” I whisper against her ear once I’m fully seated inside of her.

  Reaching around, I press two fingers against her clit as I slowly pull out and slide back inside of her. Devyn’s arms shake as I take my time, my fingers playing her sweet clit and my lips slowly kissing her neck.

  She reaches her arm up and wraps it around the back of my neck while her hips roll as she searches for her release. “I need to come, Fei, please,” she whispers against my jaw as she places a kiss on my scruffy chin.

  I pinch her clit and growl as she gasps and her pussy clamps down hard around me, trying to keep me in place. I don’t stay still, my own climax on the verge. When I come, it’s with a long groan as my eyes close, feeling the euphoria of being inside of my wife.

  “Timofei,” she rasps.

  Lifting my hand from her clit, I wrap it around her tit and give it a squeeze. “I don’t know when I’ll be home tonight, but you’re free to go to the store or wherever you need to as long as you have Abram with you,” I murmur against her neck.

  “Thanks. I need some clothes from my dad’s, and we need food,” she mentions as I pull out of her.

  “You can’t go to your father’s without me. You can go clothes shopping for whatever you need. Speaking of clothes, your wedding dress is at the desk. I’ll have Abram bring it up when he gets here.” I wash my body and my hair while she just stands there and stares at me.

  I’m not sure why she’s looking at me with disbelief as if I’m telling her something completely unreasonable. I step out of the shower when I’m finished, and she follows a few moments later, meeting me in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her soft body.

  “Are you seriously forbidding me from seeing my dad without you?” she blurts. My eyes flick over to her after I’ve pulled my slacks up. I nod once, noticing the fire in her eyes.

  “I am. I don’t trust him, not after his contract bullshit move. Also, he was supposed to send your shit over already, and it’s not here. I don’t trust anything about him right now. Until I do, I don’t want you near him or any of the people in your old life,” I state, shrugging my shirt on before I begin to button it.

  “So, I can’t call my friend Shannon?” she asks.

  I glance over to her as she props her hand on her hip. I can’t contain my smile at the attitude she’s giving me. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

  “Fuck no,” I grunt, fighting my cock from going hard at her demeanor. Goddamn, I love it.

  “You’re going to dictate who I can and cannot see, forever? I’m your slave?” she asks, smirking in an act of defiance.

  I march over to her, closing the distance between us. Reaching out, I wrap my hand in her hair and fist my fingers at the back of her head. Tipping her neck back, I bring my face close to hers.

  I talk quietly, but my words are no less menacing. “If I wanted you to be my slave, you fucking would be, devochka. Don’t forget, your last name is mine. I gave it to you. I give you life, and I can take it away just as easily. You are mine. I own you, every goddamn inch of you. You do as I tell you to, no matter what it is,” I growl.

  “That’s bullshit,” she grits out.

  It’s then that I slam my lips against hers—taking ownership of her mouth, her smart fucking mouth.

  I fuck her with my tongue as she fights against my hold, until she completely surrenders. Only then do I break our kiss, keeping my forehead resting against hers and not moving away.

  “It might be bullshit, devochka, but you know it’s the truth,” I breathe.

  “I hate it. I hate everything about it,” she murmurs.

  “Yeah, there’s a lot of fucking shit I hate about the life, too. But, Devvy, there’s a lot that I don’t hate. In fact, there’s a lot I’m fucking grateful for, and one of those things is that this life brought you to me.” She lets out a sob, and I lift my head from hers to see that there are tears falling down the corners of her eyes. “I’m keeping you safe, Devyn, even if you don’t like it all that much. I’m keeping devochka moy, safe.”

  Releasing her hair, I silently finish getting dressed. I then give her a soft kiss before I leave her for the day. “Timofei,” she calls out, following me to the door. Turning around, I look at her with confusion. “Be safe. Have a good day,” she whispers. I lift my chin, giving her a wink.

  “Be a good girl, and be good for Abram,” I chuckle as I open the door and walk through it, locking it behind me before I leave for the day.

  ABRAM STARES AT ME through the dressing room mirror, his expression more like a scowl than anything else. I tilt my head to the side and look at the jeans I’m trying on. I need clothes, and not just sexy honeymoon clothes, I need—everything.

  “I would invite a friend, but Timofei has forbade me from seeing any of my friends,” I announce.

  I let out a sigh and walk back to the dressing room to switch these jeans out for a different cut and style.

  I used to only wear one cut, one style, and one brand, but I’m trying to change my look up a little. I may be eighteen, but I’m married now, and apparently some kind of queen, according to Fei. I want to look a little classier, a little less… well… young.

  I’m trying on a third pair of jeans when there’s a knock on
the dressing room door. I open it and peak my head out to find Ashley and Inessa standing on the other side, both smiling at me.

  I blink at the pair; Ashley’s blonde hair is thrown into a high ponytail, and she’s wearing jeans and a comfortable looking, loose t-shirt. Inessa’s dark hair is in a chignon, and she’s wearing a tight skirt that hugs her curves, with an equally tight shirt that does the same.

  “Abram called. He said you needed some friends to help,” Ashley states. “Why didn’t you call?” she frowns.

  I open my mouth and then close it, unsure of what to say. “She didn’t call because she probably thought you were just being nice when you originally offered. Plus, she’s obviously gone through a lot here lately and probably didn’t even think about it,” Inessa says, giving me a wink.

  “Well, come out of there, let’s see what you’re looking at,” Ashley says, motioning for me to walk out of the room.

  I don’t want to. I hate the jeans I’m wearing. Regardless, Inessa doesn’t let me stay behind the door. She reaches in and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the room. Ashley gasps and Inessa’s eyes widen. I have on mom-jeans, and they’re really, really ugly.

  “What are you trying to accomplish with those? Is it to turn your husband off? I’m telling you that Timofei will still want sex, even with those hideous jeans,” Inessa announces.

  “I wanted to look older,” I murmur.

  “You succeeded,” Ashley states, wrinkling her nose.

  Inessa grins as she puts her finger to her lips. “You want to look a little more mature, like a Pakhan’s wife, then?” I nod and she looks over to Ashley. “We’re helping you. By the time we’re finished, you’ll be yourself and feel better about it all at the same time.”

  “Ummm, okay?” I mutter.

  Inessa and Ashley both smile and they tell me to put my clothes back on. Together, along with Abram and the guards that each of them brought, we head out of the store and off to shop for a new wardrobe for me. A wardrobe befitting of a Pakhan’s wife, according to Inessa. I’m just happy not to be alone, and to have two women who Timofei knows and likes helping me.