Forever my Badman (Russian Bratva Book 7)
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“Oh god,” I moan when he fills me with his tongue and fucks me.
I roll my hips, pressing closer to his face when he lets out his own moan. I feel it vibrate through me, and let my head fall back as I ride his face. My god, it’s never felt like this before. Nothing has ever felt the way it does with Vlad before.
Vlad moves back to my clit and sucks it before he nips me one last time. I gasp as I fall over the edge and come on a long groan. He licks me one last time before he stands up and takes a step back. I watch him, a small smile curved on my lips as he completely undresses.
“Take off your top, yeah?” he asks.
I sit up and pull my tank off, then unclasp my bra before throwing it on the ground. I watch as he takes a step closer to me and wraps his arm around my waist as he lifts his knee, planting it in the bed before he drags us across the bed so that we’re both lying across the middle.
“How do you feel about my children?” he asks. I look at him with confusion.
Staring into his eyes, I cup his cheeks with my hands before I answer, “I love them, Vlad.”
He doesn’t speak as he slowly sinks inside of me. I wrap my legs around his back with a long sigh as he fills me, stretching me perfectly. “That is all you need to do to be a good mother to them, milaya moya,” he murmurs as he presses his lips to mine.
He pulls out of me before he sinks back inside, slowly and with the same rhythm his tongue fucks my mouth. It’s tender, sweet, and the most romantic moment I’ve ever had before. He starts to speed up, and his thrusts become harder as he rips his mouth from mine. He grunts when he fists his hand at the back of my hair and tugs my neck back.
“More, baby,” I beg.
He snarls before he lets out a growl, and then his head lowers and I feel his teeth on the sensitive spot between my shoulder and my neck—a place he has marked every single night since I’ve been here, along with my breasts. My entire body stiffens, and I come as soon as his teeth sink into me. He holds onto my neck with his teeth as he continues to buck, and only when I feel him grow larger and groan out his own release does he throw back his head and shutter.
I watch her sleep, my eyes shifting from her to the two video monitor screens, watching my two youngest children sleep as well. This woman, she is so much more than I ever expected. Nothing could have prepared me for her. I run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silkiness.
I’ve never had a relationship with a woman where I’ve slept so close before, or wanted to. I’ve also never had one where I’ve wanted to be monogamous. With Aleksandra, it’s easy. I don’t wish to hurt her by being with another, and yet, I also don’t have the desire to be with anyone but her.
Aleksandra was always meant to be mine, and I was always meant to be hers. I have never believed in fate before, not until this woman stepped off of an airplane from America. Now I know it to be true. Fate or God; or perhaps it could have even been Vera who sent her to me, to my children. Whoever it was sent her to us, and we’re forever keeping her.
My milaya moya—my sweet—my wife.
Russian Bratva #8
Timofei’s engagement to the Irish child bride, Devyn, looms in his near future.
Pasha is still unstable, each action more bizarre than the last.
Stay tuned for what is in store for these Bratva Badmen.
Also by Hayley Faiman
MEN OF BASEBALL SERIES—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
RUSSIAN BRATVA SERIES—
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
NOTORIOUS DEVILS MC—
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready (June 2017)
STANDALONE TITLES
Royally Relinquished
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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the love of her life.
Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.
I want to thank all of my fans, everyone to took a chance on Owned by the Badman and wanted to continue on with this series. This entire series has taken off without my permission and I absolutely love it. I only planned on three stories, maybe four when I set out on this journey, but here I am publishing number seven!!!! Its unfathomable to me, and I’m so excited that everyone is still interested!
I always say a special thank you to my husband, my best friend, and the man who supports me in every single one of my dreams. He’s my biggest cheerleader and the man who has owned my heart for the past seventeen years. Thank you, babes.
My mom, she’s always supported wholeheartedly everything I have ever decided to take a leap of faith on, including my writing. She’s the kindest, most loving, and most supportive mom in the world. Thank you, Banana Boots.
Rosalyn my editor, my bestie, my critiquing partner. She pushes me and my writing to places I never thought possible. I love your input, your support and your unwavering friendship. Some things are just meant to be and God knew we’d need each other more than ever during this journey of our lives.
My sister from another mister, Nisha. Thank you for being my friend and always having my ear and always making a bitch laugh.
Celia, my oldest friend since the git-n-go, thank you for being such an awesome friend for (I won’t say how many) years. Thanks for the laughs, the cupcakes, the brownies, the cruises in the Mustang, and the years together. Now that we’re adults, thanks for the texts, the cocktails and the truest friendship I have.
Cassandra Searby, my BOO. Thank you for always being there, through text or phone call. I would go crazy without you!
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Crystal Snyder, thank you for loving my Bratva men, for Beta reading for me, and being such a beautiful person inside and out! I can’t wait for more adventures that await us!!
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