Chosen by the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 9)

by Hayley Faiman

  Nodding, I turn toward the bedroom and do as he asks. I shower and wash my hair, towel drying it as best as I can. I look at myself in the mirror as I comb out my wet locks. I’m not as thin as the other girls, something my teacher has informed me of relentlessly.

  I’ve tried to slim down since I’ve been here, but nothing is working. It doesn’t matter how little I eat; my weight is stagnant. Yet, I still feel beautiful, especially when Konstantin looks at me.

  My eyes scan my breasts, my stomach, my hipbones that protrude, and my slim legs. I’m smaller than most, though heavy for a ballerina. Frowning, I decide that I don’t like that—being considered heavy.

  I’ve never really worried about my weight before, eating whatever I like in moderation, knowing that I’ll work it all off in the studio but it’s different now. I’m being watched under a microscope, and I know that if I do not meet my instructor’s standards, I will forever stay where I am and I will never become a principal dancer.

  “Why are you in here?” Konstantin asks.

  I lift my gaze to the mirror and see that he’s behind me, leaning against the doorjamb. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his heavily tattooed chest is on display. His dark eyes watch me but don’t move down past my face.

  “I’m trying to figure out how I can like myself when I know that my body will never be small enough to advance in my career,” I explain.

  Konstantin nods. I’ve talked about it enough that he understands, he doesn’t like it, and he wants to torture my instructor, but he understands. “Your talent lies in more than the shape of your figure,” he murmurs.

  I nod in agreement. Unfortunately, we’re in a party of two in agreement, and that does not include my instructors. “I find out tomorrow if I made the show,” I whisper.

  “I’m still willing to fuck with that cunt, just saying,” he grunts.

  Smiling, I turn around to face him. His eyes darken as I begin to slowly close the short distance between us. I want his strong hands on me, I want the promise of what he said would be an introduction to more of what he likes. When I reach him, I place my palm on the center of his chest and look up into his eyes.

  His jaw clenches and his muscles bunch beneath my hand. Leaning in I press my lips to his warm chest, his throat, then the underside of his jaw.

  “Why don’t you just fuck me, instead of fucking with her?” I whisper. “In the end, my dancing career doesn’t really mean much. It will be over within a few years. It doesn’t matter.”

  I watch as something moves behind Konstantin’s eyes, but it disappears shortly after. I want to ask him what it was, what he’s thinking, but I don’t get the chance. His large hands wrap around my waist, and he picks me up as though I weigh absolutely nothing. Holding me close to his chest he walks us into the bedroom and gently places me at the foot of my bed.

  Glancing at my bed, I bite the corner of my mouth. I had to change my bedding this morning, the sheets had my blood on them, something that made my face heat with red flaming embarrassment. Konstantin didn’t say a word about it though, and I’m glad for it.

  “If you can’t take anything I give, you need to speak up,” he states before his chin dips, and he brushes his lips against mine.

  “Will it hurt?” I breathe.

  Konstantin inhales a deep breath before he presses his forehead against mine. “Yeah, sladkaya, it will hurt,” he states. I shiver at the thought. I don’t want to hurt, but I can’t deny the thrill and excitement that also rolls through me.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  “Turn around,” he mutters.

  Without another word, I turn around, my back facing his front. I let out a long exhale when his fingers gently glide down my sides, then my ass, and then he shifts behind me, and his fingers drag all the way down to my ankles.

  “Chest to the bed, bend over,” he rasps.

  I bend over, completely in half, my chest against the bed and my ass literally, in Konstantin’s face. My belly flips when his hand slides up the inside of my legs, starting at my ankle and gliding all the way to my center. He doesn’t stay there long, passing by to slide down my opposite leg.

  “Spread your feet apart, nice and wide for me,” his husky voice grunts.

  Pinching my eyes closed and pressing my lips together, I tamp down my embarrassment and spread my feet as widely as I can. I gasp when I feel the stubble on his face against my inner thighs, and his tongue swirls around my clit.

  Konstantin licks me from ass to clit, the warm firm sensation from his tongue causing me to whimper immediately. I know what his tongue is capable of, and I want so much more from him. He hums as his mouth wraps around my clit and I feel his tongue flick me. I can’t control my hips from pushing out, needing more from him. I’m lost in my desires as I try to search for more. Konstantin doesn’t allow it though.

  He sits back, and I let out a sob. “Sshh.”

  I press my lips together so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself. I want more of his mouth on me, his hands, hell—anything. I don’t ask or beg or plead for a thing though, I stay quiet and still and I wait.

  “I bought something for you today,” he states, and I hear his feet walking around the carpeted flooring.

  The only reason I can hear him is because the apartment is otherwise absolutely silent. I’m curious as to what he’s bought for me, but I don’t ask, my lips are still pressed together tightly, and I’m trying to ignore the wetness at my center, wondering if it’s dripping onto the carpeting.

  Something soft trails down my ass to my thigh and then the inside of my thigh, stopping just before it reaches my pussy. “Hold onto the bedding, next to your head, sladkaya,” he orders.

  I position my hands and fist the sheets in my palms, holding on tightly, waiting in anticipation for what is to come. “Normally, it would be my belt, but I need to work you up to that.”

  My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest at his words, at their implication. I let out a cry when something lands against my ass, hard. It is firm, yet soft, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it surprises me. Konstantin does the same on my other cheek, and then without stopping he switches from one side to the other slowly moving so that each blow is a little farther below the one before, until he reaches mid-thigh.

  I count to myself, twelve total, six on each side. Tears began to leak from my eyes by the sixth blow. I was unable to stop them or the sobbing sound that bubbled out on the tenth blow.

  “Fuck,” he curses once the twelfth thump lands against my thigh. I hear the device drop, and then I feel his fingers graze my newly sensitive skin.

  “Baby,” I gasp as my head flies back.

  It feels… good. I don’t know why, but I’m so wet, and his fingers, they feel like they’re everywhere. I want so much more from him right now.

  Konstantin’s lips graze the cheek of my ass before I hear him whisper against my skin. “You were so good, Kiska. So fucking good, let me make you come, sladkaya.”

  “Yes, God yes,” I groan.

  Konstantin spreads my ass cheeks apart and I hiss as his fingers sink into my sensitive skin. When his tongue touches my center, all thoughts leave and all I can do is feel.

  “Move the way you want, take from me,” he growls against my pussy.

  I do exactly as he asks I shift my hips and grind back against his face. I move without a single care as to what I look like, or if I’m being greedy. All I know is that Konstantin’s mouth makes me feel good, and I’m so close to falling over the edge and coming, but I need just a little more.

  Konstantin’s tongue fills my center as his hand leaves my ass and slips around to my front. His fingers firmly rub my clit and I cry out then he slaps them against me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan loudly.

  My thighs start to shake, and I’m afraid they won’t stay up much longer. I come with a gasp as my head falls forward against the mattress and I sob into the bedding. Konstantin walks away from me, but I don’t care, I’m completely boneless and t
rying to catch my breath.

  I let out a cry when I feel his hands under my armpits, and he drags me up the bed, laying me down next to him.

  “On your knees, hands on the headboard,” he growls.

  I have to force myself to get up on my knees, my legs are like Jell-O. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around the top of the headboard and allow my head to drop between my outstretched arms.

  Konstantin crawls up behind me, and I let out a moan when I feel the hair of his legs scrape against my sensitive thighs. Then, I gasp when his cock grazes my swollen clit.

  “Arch your back, Kiska,” he murmurs as one of his hands presses against my lower back. I do as he asks and spread my legs a little wider and tip my hips for him.

  “Oh God,” I groan as I feel his cock press against my still tender center.

  Without so much as a warning, he slams deep inside of me with a moan of his own. Konstantin wraps his hands around my hips to hold me still, and he pounds against my aching ass. I can do nothing but whimper, my breath is completely gone from my lungs.

  “Fuck, so fucking good, sladkaya,” he growls loudly.

  One of his hands leaves my hip and slides up my back to fist in my still damp hair. I let out a squeak when he wrenches my head back, my neck snapping. His other hand wraps around one of mine on the headboard, and he leans over me, his face hovering above mine.

  “Are you going to cry for me again, Kiska? I want to see your tears this time,” he rasps as his fingers tighten in my hair.

  My scalp aches and the angle that his cock is moving inside of me is different and a little painful. I press my lips together, hard, trying to relax my body. It’s nearly impossible, and I wonder if Konstantin doesn’t want me to relax at all. His face is set, and I can see sweat on his forehead. His hips continue to thrust, roughly driving his cock in and out of me.

  The hand that’s holding mine disappears and he moves it to between my legs. “Cry for me, Kiska,” he rasps before he roughly pinches my clit.

  “Konny,” I rasp. He does it again, this time with more force and tears form in my eyes at the same time my pussy clamps down around him.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he holds my clit between his fingers and his cock continues to fuck me. He fills me one last time and stays planted.

  I feel his climax fill my body and his dick twitches, but he doesn’t move or release me. I gasp when his fingers start to gently pet my clit, and his hips begin to lazily pump in and out of me. Then his face lowers even more, and I feel his lips touch my forehead.

  “You’re such a sweet girl,” he breathes.

  Konstantin pulls out of me and we both groan, then he releases my hair and gathers me into his arms, pulling me against his side. I press my head against his chest and attempt to catch my breath. His fingers gently stroke my side, combing through my hair, over and over.

  “You were fantastic,” he finally groans after a long bout of silence. “How do you feel?”

  I think about how I feel. I’m sore, achy, emotionally drained, and incredibly satisfied. I don’t tell him that though, I lift my head and look up into his face. His eyes are trained on me and I can tell he’s searching for my reaction to what we’ve just done.

  Deciding not to speak, I wiggle out of his arms and crawl over the top of him until I’m straddling his hips. I can feel his softening cock against my swollen, sore, wet center and I can’t stop the smile from playing on my lips. Leaning down I press my chest against his as his hands go to my hips and his fingers squeeze my flesh.

  “I feel amazing, baby. I feel like, yours,” I whisper.

  He grunts as his fingers dig harder into me. “You are mine, sladkaya. I know it even more now,” he announces.

  “Why is that?” I ask curiously.

  He wraps his hand in my hair again and tugs my head down so that our lips are touching. “You took me hard, you took more than I was anticipating on giving you, and you loved it.”

  I sneak my tongue out to taste his lower lip. “I can’t wait for more, Konny,” I whisper.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Go to sleep, Kiska. You have class tomorrow,” he grunts.

  I crawl off of him, but he doesn’t let me go far, he keeps one arm wrapped round my waist and the other around the back of my knee forcing it to wrap around his hip. My eyes close about a second later, and I find myself falling into a dreamless sleep.

  MY PHONE DANCES ON the nightstand and I groggily grab for it. I don’t bother attempting to even look at the name on the screen. I just swipe and put it to my ear. “You better have a good fucking explanation for calling me at this hour,” I growl.

  The voice on the other end chuckles and I run my hand over my face to try and wake myself up a little more.

  “Another shipment has been averted,” Timofei states in my ear.

  “Fuck,” I bite out.

  “Baby, what’s the matter,” Kiska’s sweet voice calls out. I look down at her and shake my head once.

  “Nothing, sladkaya,” I mutter, running my fingers through her hair. “Sleep, you have class in a few hours.”

  I disengage from Kiska and slip out of bed, walking into her living room.

  “I’m not sure I want to know whose sweet voice that was,” Timofei grunts.

  “I’m sure you really don’t.”

  Timofei lets out a long sigh. “You’re going to get your fucking head blown off, Kon,” he mutters. “Christ. This is going to be a fucking mess.”

  “We’re not planning on breaking her arrangement, she has three years until it’s finalized,” I shrug.

  Timofei lets out a laugh. “Oh, you’re fucked, Kon. You are good and truly fucked. If you think that just a small taste of Kiska Barysheva is all you’ll need, then you are living in a dreamland.”

  “What does that fucking mean?” I growl.

  He chuckles. “So her fiancé, if he came tomorrow, you would be cool with him fucking her, right? I mean you’re just playing, aren’t you?”

  My hand fists my phone until I hear it crack under the pressure.

  “Fucking knew it. You let yourself go there, and you are fucked. For what it’s worth, I think that you’re a better match than that piece of shit her father picked. Akim is not someone I would choose for my own child. I don’t know what he was thinking.”

  “She’s mine,” I growl.

  Timofei chuckles a little. “Yeah, I get that. Maybe you need to talk to Dominik, see what you guys can do about the contract. Dominik had a loophole in his contract, I highly doubt there is one for Kiska’s and in any case, the loophole would be for Akim not for her.” I nod in agreement, although he can’t see me.

  “I have three years, Tim, we’ll figure something out,” I grunt, not quite believing my own words.

  “Yeah,” he sighs with the same amount of enthusiasm as I have. “In any case, I need you in Jersey, that’s where the train car has ended up this time, again. I don’t have time to handle it today, I trust you can take care of it all?”

  “You got it, boss,” I murmur, ending the call.

  Turning around, I see Kiska standing in the doorway. She’s wearing my shirt but it’s not buttoned, her hair is a mess, and she’s never looked more gorgeous.

  “What will we figure out in three years?” she whimpers, her voice husky and raspy from sleep.

  I shake my head once and close the distance between us, trying to keep my cock from hardening, but it’s impossible when she looks so fucking perfect standing in my shirt, obviously freshly fucked.

  I press my hand against the center of her chest and move it down to her belly, then her pussy and cup her there. She gasps, no doubt sore and tender. Filling her pussy with two fingers, I gently fuck her slowly, pumping them in and out as I keep my eyes focused on hers.

  “Us. We’ll figure out how you’re staying in my bed, and never going to that fuck,” I growl.

  I watch her lips tremble before she whispers, “Baby, you knew this could not last, that we couldn’t be mor
e.”

  “Bullshit,” I bark as I make a come-hither motion inside of her tight, warm, cunt. “You’re mine. I proved it last night. You took what I gave you, and you could have taken more.”.

  She shakes her head. “You’ll find another girl who will take it, Konny.”

  Kiska’s eyes fill with tears as her hips buck against my hands.

  “I haven’t found who I’ve wanted, not until I saw you, sladkaya. There is only you for me, Kiska. Nobody else just you,” I growl.

  “It can’t happen, I made a promise,” she moans. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers as her head falls forward against my chest and she comes.

  Wrapping my free hand around the back of her head I hold her to me before I whisper. “You’re mine, Kiska. Entin will not change that, and I’ll kill him if I have to, to keep you.”

  She lifts her head and opens her mouth to say something, but I don’t let her speak. “I have to go, business. Lazar will walk you to the studio.”

  Leaving her to take a shower, I walk away. By the time my shower is finished, she’s back in bed, but wearing her pajamas instead of my shirt. Her eyes watch me as I change into one of the suits that I’d brought over earlier today when I picked up Viveka after my meeting with Timofei.

  “Kiska,” I begin, but she only waves her hand.

  With a sigh she speaks, her gray eyes meeting mine. “It doesn’t matter. In three years, you’ll be tired of me, and he’ll own me.”

  I narrow my eyes, anger instantly flooding my entire body. I don’t have the time to talk to her about this right now. She’s lost her fucking mind though if she thinks that I’ll want to give her up, ever.

  It’s true before we began, before I had her beneath me, my cock buried deep inside of her, that I thought we would just work each other out of our systems. But now? Not fucking likely. She’s mine. I know it.

  “We’ll talk tonight,” I state.

  She nods, but her eyes slice away from mine. Marching over to her, I sit down next to her and grab ahold of her hair at the back of her head, pulling her close to me.