Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2)

by Hayley Faiman

  I want back that bit of compassion he showed me. I want what Haleigh and her Maxim have. I want him to call me his kotik again, to whisper it sweetly. I want those moments back, of just watching a movie together and enjoying each other. The soft caresses and sweet kisses, those could easily turn into cravings. I could crave him, so very easily.

  “You are to be mine, then? You’ll sink to your knees when I enter our bedroom? You’ll give me your pussy when I demand it? You’ll do what I say, when I say, and you will only ever fuck me?” he growls.

  My eyes widen and I nod.

  “Can you show me kindness? Can you treat me with the sweetness you showed me a glimpse of? Will you call me your kotik?” I murmur as I lean forward, my lips a breath away from his. I can do all of those things he wants of me if it means Radimir will not be so harsh and also not ignore me. I need that soft man back, the one who touches me tenderly and makes my belly clench with want.

  “No more threats then, Radimir? I don’t want to be scared constantly. I lived that way with my father. I don’t want that with you,” I confess.

  The words are just above a whisper, showing all of my insecurities and vulnerability, but I can’t help it. I checked my pride at the door on this little mission. There is no other way I can make him see how he has affected me, how badly I need him, and—in all honesty—I do need him.

  “My sweet, Emiliya,” he murmurs, his hands leaving my bare waist to cradle my cheeks as his eyes stare into mine.

  “Radimir,” I whisper moving my body even closer, my lips just a breath away from his.

  “No more threats. You will not be scared of me, Emiliya, because I will not give you reason to be. If another man ever touches you, I’ll kill him before I deal with you. That is a promise,” he says softly. His words are gentle, but the meaning is harsh and unrelenting.

  I nod once before his lips brush against mine. His hands travel down my shoulders, my arms, and then up my spine before finally tangling in my hair, pulling slightly, causing my neck to arch for him.

  “This body is mine, Em. So fucking beautiful, and all for me,” he rambles.

  I can’t stop my hips from searching for something, slowly thrusting against his suit pants, feeling his hard length underneath.

  “Rad,” I whimper.

  I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to him, trying to relieve the ache in them while trying to find reprieve for my pounding center. My whole body is throbbing for more, for his touch—for him. I tremble slightly with fear for the pain I know will surely happen shortly.

  “I will fuck you, Em. I will slide inside of you and make you come around my cock. I will own your body, but I will not do it on this fucking disgusting couch.”

  I laugh softly as he stands, gripping my ass in his large hands.

  “Take me to bed, my master,” I murmur.

  His hands squeeze my ass roughly. “I am not your master, Emiliya. I am your possessor, as you are mine,” he says.

  I suck in my lips at his words. Radimir owns me, but more than that, he does possess me. To think that I have the same effect on him makes me shiver.

  “I want to fuck you roughly. I want to make you scream, but not today. Today, I am going to eat your sweet pussy and then you are going to ride me. You are going to take me inside of your body, and you are going to come all over me.”

  I look at him wide eyed, unsure of what exactly he is telling me. Before I can even ask, my body is being laid down on the bed, and my panties are ripped in half as he slides down to his knees.

  “Open your legs for me, kotik. I swear to you that I will not hurt you again.” His voice is so soft, his tone so tender, and I believe him.

  I shouldn’t, but I do.

  My legs open and a calm washes over me as his tongue drags through my center, warm and wet. I let out a ragged breath and sigh, feeling his teeth graze the part of me I want him most. My hands travel to his thick black hair, twisting and holding on as his tongue begins to enter my core.

  My back arches and I moan with ecstasy as my hips push against his tongue, searching for more, wanting more. I cry out when I feel his finger enter my center. His mouth closes over my clit, and he sucks on me lightly.

  It is too much—it isn’t enough. My head thrashes back and forth as he slowly penetrates my body with just his finger. Never would I have thought that this act could bring so much pleasure.

  “Radimir,” I moan. He pulls away from me. I gasp and then groan.

  “I must be inside of you, kotik. Come and climb on top of me,” he orders.

  I watch as he stands up and sheds his clothes, leaving him completely naked. He’s huge—everywhere. I watch quietly as he crawls up the bed. He is sitting against the headboard, completely naked, his long length standing tall, jutting out from his body. I stare at him in horror. No wonder it hurt so badly the last time. There is no way that he will fit inside of me without excruciating pain again.

  “Come up, Em. it will not hurt so badly this time, trust me,” he grins widely.

  I want to trust him, but then again, I don’t know if I can. I remove my bra and slowly crawl up his body.

  “Take me slowly, my Emiliya. Take as much of me as you can. I want to be all the way inside of you, but this time, this is for you. Do what feels good to you, kotik,” he urges.

  I rise as he holds his long length and guides it into my entrance. My whole body tenses and he doesn’t try and shove me down. Instead, he slowly kisses my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he takes it into his mouth and lightly sucks. I feel my body relaxing as I slide down his length and take him inside of me, all the way inside.

  “You are so beautiful, moy chernovolosyy koroleva.”

  I look down into his eyes, our bodies completely still. He has just called me his raven haired queen and I feel something foreign inside of me, an emotion I am unsure of fills me, full to bursting.

  “Radimir,” I mutter as tears fall from my eyes. His hands cup my cheeks as his fingers brush my tears away. With Radimir, my emotions are on my sleeve, unable to be hidden behind a mask. I cannot hide from him.

  “I have been unkind and I apologize, kotik. I am so very sorry,” he whispers.

  I nod, the tears still pouring from my eyes as I begin to rise and fall on his length. The tears dry up shortly after as heat blooms within my body.

  “Fuck, Em, you feel so good. Fucking heaven,” he rasps as I gain a rhythm.

  It feels so good, I never want to stop, ever. He fills me full, and when I fall against him, taking him completely inside of me, I want to stay that way for eternity.

  “Vy obladayete menya,” I whisper as my breath quickens. I have told him that he possess me, and he does, whole heartedly. At this moment, I am loving that fact.

  Radimir’s hands wrap around my ass as he helps guide me. His hips surge his cock deep inside, bringing me closer to the brink of what I can only guess is my impending release. I feel my body climbing, building, ready to burst.

  I go completely rigid as my fingers dig into his shoulders. His lips crush mine and his tongue dives inside my mouth as his hips keep surging into me. I rip my mouth from his, throwing my head back as I cry out in pure bliss.

  “Fucking hell,” he growls beneath me.

  A few beats later, I feel him spill inside of me with his climax. Then I am crushed against his chest, my face buried in his neck, trying to catch my breath while his length twitches inside of me.

  “Was I too rough, kotik?” he murmurs against the top of my head. I rise, slowly, and look into his half lidded eyes as I giggle. I laugh for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

  “That was better than I ever thought it could be, Radimir. Thank you.” I smile.

  It seems silly to thank him, but I feel as though I must. In all reality, he can do whatever he wants to me, and there isn’t much I can do about it. My brother gave me to him. Unless my brother magically appears and takes me away, I am stuck. In this moment, I don’t feel stuck, though.
I feel beautiful and happily possessed.

  “Thank you, sweet Emiliya. Thank you for coming back to me, for forcing me to accept you. Thank you for giving me something beautiful, again. Thank you for giving me a second chance, kotik. Let us clean up now,” he offers. I nod before sliding away from him.

  Together, we walk into the bathroom as he starts the shower. We quickly wash our bodies and make our way back to the bed. Crawling between the sheets, I take him in again. Radimir is all hard chiseled features and cold eyes, but this is just a mask he wears. Much like the mask I have been wearing for years.

  When we are together, like this, he lets his guard down and his mask fall. I see his blue eyes clear of anger and worry, and I see him. The beauty that is Radimir. I see the way he so obviously cares for me. Even if he doesn’t want to, he still does.

  I sigh, curling closer into his body. I haven’t slept much lately, and judging by the circles under his eyes, neither has Radimir. We fall asleep almost instantly. I am grateful as I snuggle closer to his chest, his arms tightening around me, holding me closely. If I am lucky, he will never let me go.

  THE SMELL OF COFFEE assaults my senses and disturbs my sleep. I roll over and find the other side of the bed is cold and empty. I groan as I try to sit up. My center is sore, but it isn’t as unpleasant as the first time Radimir took me.

  In fact, I rather enjoy the soreness. It reminds me of how powerful he was inside of me, and how he allowed me to control our moment together. I don’t think for one moment that he didn’t allow me, because he did do just that. Radimir is a man, a real man, he will take me his way, eventually; but he was giving me a gift by allowing me to ride him, to control our moment of coming together again.

  Stumbling out of bed, I find his dress shirt from the day before and I slide it over my shoulders, buttoning it as I make my way toward the kitchen and the coffee. My hair is surely an unruly disaster. I can hear Radimir’s voice as I make my way into the kitchen, and I pause before I begin to pour my coffee. I wait to see if there is a second voice, but thankfully, there isn’t. I assume he must be on the phone. Once my coffee is poured, I find my way toward his deep voice.

  He lounging in a club style chair, his phone pressed to his ear, wearing only his boxers. A cup of coffee sits next to him on an end table. He looks so beautiful—his face relaxed, and his eyes cool, bright and blue as he rambles to somebody on the other line.

  I can’t hear what he’s saying because all I can do is look at him. His massive muscular chest and his thick thighs on display, golden and beautiful.

  Radimir looks at me and smiles, his lips twitching, and he opens his arms to invite me in. I take him up on the offer and slide down on his lap, throwing my legs over the arm of the chair. I twist to set my own cup of coffee next to his before I rest my head against him to enjoy the vibrating of his chest while he talks.

  “Good morning, my sweet kotik,” he whispers.

  Radimir’s hand wraps around my bare thigh as he slowly runs his fingers over my skin. I sigh as they wrap around my hip while his lips touch the top of my head.

  “Morning, Rad,” I whisper, lifting my head so that I can look at him.

  My lover’s face has a few days of stubble, and I find that I enjoy the contrast. His hair is just a couple of shades darker than his bronze skin. I press my lips to his jaw, feeling the scrape of his whiskers against my soft lips, and I have to suppress a moan. Everything about him is so damn sexy.

  “Is this all real? You still want me to come back?” he asks uncertainly.

  I take in a deep breath and cup his cheek in my hands, my fingernails lightly scraping his growth. His vulnerability in this moments is more of a turn-on than anything else I have experienced thus far with him.

  “Come home, my Radimir—the man who possesses me, my lover,” I smile softly.

  He inhales deeply and then lets out a shaky breath. It makes me wonder how this extremely powerful, strong man can be so very insecure when it comes to me, and seemingly, to women in general.

  “I’ll be good to you, my kotik. I swear it. But I need things. I should have discussed this with you before I took you and ruined you,” he says, worry etching his features.

  I was ruined long before Radimir came into my life.

  I almost laugh at him, but I don’t. I have a feeling he needs to tell me this. Once I know, hopefully we can move on.

  “Whatever you need, Radimir. I will provide for you the best I can,” I promise. His eyes look so sad in this moment. He clears his throat, then delivers his news.

  “I need control. I will eventually take your ass, and I will not always make love to you. I will fuck you, sometimes. I am not a gentle lover. I will take care of you in all aspects of our lives, but in the bedroom, I will not be gentle and sweet every time,” he says, darkness clouding his features.

  I nod my understanding. He is clearly giving me a warning, and perhaps even an excuse to leave, but I can’t. I won’t. He owns all of me, now.

  “Radimir, you are more than I could have hoped for in a future. I know that we will eventually care very deeply for each other; hopefully one day we can fall madly in love. I never had any illusions that I would be given to a man who would be gentle and kind. The fact that I know you are willing to give that to me occasionally, it warms my heart. I meant it when I said I wanted you to make me your whore.

  “I need to be needed by you, Radimir. If you need to take every part of my body, if you need to control me, or whatever else to make you happy, then that is why I am here. What I do not wish to do is share you. I know that I don’t have much of a say, but I would like for this relationship to be between just us.”

  I am taking a leap, a huge leap, in requesting this. He could simply say no and fuck anybody he wishes.

  Radimir wraps his hand in the back of my hair and tugs me close to him, his lips touching mine softly as his fingers pulls with a fierce tug on my scalp.

  “This pussy,” he thrusts his hand between my legs and cups my center, “is fucking mine. I’ll kill for it, kotik. And my cock is yours, as well. No man touches what’s mine, and in return, I’ll follow the same set of rules. What my woman wants, she gets. If she wants my cock all to herself, then that is what she’ll get,” he murmurs as his lips brush against mine.

  I can feel myself growing wet with his brutishly sweet words, and I know when he feels it too. He smirks and plunges two fingers deep inside of me. I try to throw my head back with a moan, but his hand is still clutching my hair, which only sends shooting pain through my body. It makes my skin hum with anticipation.

  I like it.

  “Spread your legs wide,” he orders. I do, straddling his legs with my back pressed against his front. His fingers continue to plunge in and out of my center, and his hold on my hair remains brutally tight.

  “My pretty, kotik, with an even prettier pussy—so tight and warm for me,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my neck. Suddenly, his hand his gone and I feel him shift beneath me before he adjusts my hips and quickly fills me from behind. I gasp, this is a position I hadn’t even realized was possible. I have so much to learn, I think as he pushes me forward a bit. He wraps his free hand around my breast, under the shirt of his that I am still wearing.

  “Oh, Radimir,” I whimper rolling my hips, enjoying his invasion.

  “Quiet, while I fuck my beautiful little blayd—all mine,” he murmurs against the skin of my neck. I can’t help it—his filthy words turn me on even more. I am his whore, his blayd.

  I try not to say another word as he thrusts deep inside of me, his thick cock hitting me at an angle that is painful, yet delicious all at the same time. Abruptly, he reaches between my legs and pinches my clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout my entire body. I cry out in ecstasy as my thighs start to shake. With a second pinch, he rubs a few firm circles, and it sends me overboard.

  I come so hard, my body tight and strung. After I collapse, it causes Radimir to sink from the chair, while his hands are wrapped
around my waist. Then, his hands move to my hips as his knees hit the floor and he starts to roughly thrust in and out of my body, using my hips as his leverage. He doesn’t stop until he fills my body with his release, collapsing over my back shortly after, his breathing harsh in my ear.

  “Fuck, kotik. Fuck me,” he whispers, moving my sweaty hair to the side.

  Radimir trails kisses up and down the back of my neck before pulling out of me and lying next to me on his own stomach. Our heads face each other and his hand slowly trails up and down my back beneath his shirt.

  “Tell me what you were like as a boy, Radimir,” I whisper. Instantly, I regret it as his eyes cloud over with what looks like pain.

  “My childhood was not pretty, my beauty. It was ugly. You should never know such ugliness exists in this world,” he murmurs. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass before he lightly runs them up my back.

  “I have seen ugly, Radimir. You forget who my father was, and that I watched him die in front of my own eyes. I want to know you, all of you, and there are obviously things to know that you hold near to you,” I say softly, my eyes searching his. Radimir lowers his eyes in agreement and brings them back up, but they are so sad it almost makes me cry.

  “I only remember my life from the orphanage. I don’t remember anything about the people who created me. I don’t even know their names,” he admits quietly. “Living in the orphanage wasn’t easy, and that is all that I will tell you. Sergei saved me, and I will forever be in his debt. That is all you need to know.”

  I nod and think about that. He will forever be beholden to Sergei, and it makes me sad. Will the man never be free? He is a prisoner, just like I am; but instead of being born into it, he chose the position to save himself.

  I wonder if any person is truly free, or if we are all owned by someone else—one way or another?

  “Let us get dressed, gorgeous, and I will have some men take my things back home. I have many ways to make up to my beautiful blayd,” he mutters, his eyes roaming over my body.