Chosen by the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 9)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Quiet. I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but I’m not putting up with it. Not right now, and not ever,” he growls. “Get your ass inside.”

  I can feel the anger coming off of him in waves and she must too because without saying another word she slips back inside of the apartment and locks the door. Konstantin guides us toward my place and opens the door, walking us through together, then he turns and flips the switch before throwing the keys toward the kitchen counter.

  “Bed. Now.”

  Nodding, I turn toward the bedroom and hurry. The excitement of earlier has worn off a little, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not still physically on edge. I need the release like I need breath at this point. I can hear Konstantin’s voice from the living room, but all I can focus on is ridding myself of my clothes and shoes. It’s as though it takes every bit of my brain power to do just this simple task.

  Once I’m naked I crawl to the middle of the bed, my ass facing the door and I press my chest to the bed, along with my cheek. I close my eyes and I wait. I feel like it takes a lifetime for Konstantin to make his way into the bedroom but I know when he does because I hear his intake of breath.

  “You look absolutely fucking perfect, sladkaya,” he breathes.

  His voice is so soft and low that I almost don’t hear him. I can’t stop my pussy from growing slick, or my clit from pulsing, from his praise. I groan when I feel his fingers skim my upper thighs, then my ass before they glide down my crack to the plug that is still very much in place. I gasp when he tugs on the plug and then pushes it in, he’s not really fucking me with it as it’s still very much in place, but I can feel his tug and the sensation causes me to moan.

  “Relax, and push out, Kiska,” he mutters as he massages the cheeks of my ass and tugs a little harder on the plug.

  When it’s completely out of me, I feel… empty. I didn’t realize just how used to it I had been, or how full it made me feel. I already miss it. Konstantin leans over my back and presses his lips to my shoulder. “I want you to ride me, sladkaya. Take what you want, what you need. You earned it,” he whispers against my skin.

  I feel the bed dip next to me, and I lift my cheek from the mattress before turning my head to face him. He’s got all of my pillows behind his head so that he’s propped up slightly and he’s gloriously naked, his cock hard and waiting—for me.

  Lifting my chest off of the bed, I crawl over to him and straddle his hips. I suck in a breath when I feel his length against my wet pussy. He groans at the contact, and I reach between us to guide him inside of me. Slowly, I sink down until he’s filled me completely full.

  “Kiska,” he breathes.

  When he says my name that way, my nipples harden to a point where they hurt. I could come just from the emotion in his whispered voice. It’s the sexiest, most beautiful thing in the world. Konstantin’s large hands span my waist before they slowly move up to cup my heavy breasts, his fingers pinching then tugging on my nipples.

  “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, sladkaya. The way you give yourself over to me is absolutely amazing. I’ve never had someone give me all of them so wholly before.”

  I press my lips together, rolling my hips, unable to stop myself. I look directly into his dark eyes as I take him. It isn’t fucking, and it’s more than just sex. It’s making love, I’m making love to him, and he’s allowing it. He’s allowing me to see past him, to see the softness that lies beneath his hardened dark gaze.

  Wrapping one hand around the side of his neck, I lean over slightly, and I rise and fall, taking him inside of me over and over again, grinding down against his pelvis and feeling the sweet torture of his body against my clit.

  “Come, let it take over,” he raps.

  I gasp when his fingers pinch and pull on my nipples again, my head dropping slightly and when I grind down I come. It washes over me hard and fast, my body shaking as my orgasm consumes me. Konstantin flips us so that I’m on my back, my hand still wrapped around his neck and my climax still rolling through me. He pulls almost completely out of me before he slams back inside.

  When he starts to pound inside of me, it prolongs my orgasm, my sensitive clit beginning to hurt as he continues to thrust into me. He growls as he slides up to his knees, wrapping one of his hands around my waist and the other moving toward our connection. I lose the ability to hold onto his neck, my hands fisting in the bedding around me.

  Konstantin rubs firmly against my clit with his thumb, and I hear his soft grunts fill the room before he speaks. “Open your eyes, look at me,” he demands. My eyes fly open, and I look at him, I watch him, but more importantly, I see him. “You are mine,” he growls, regurgitating his words from the past couple of days.

  “I am,” I whisper.

  He fucks me so hard that it hurts, his thumb unrelenting against my nub. “Come for me, again,” he demands.

  I lift my hands and grab ahold of his forearms as my back arches, and I do just as he wishes. I come for him, only for him, always just for him.

  “Fuck,” he roars.

  His hips thrust, jackhammering into me harder than he ever has, rougher, and with so much power that it leaves me completely breathless and then he comes. His tortured cry leaves me completely speechless as his cum fills my body.

  His dark eyes connect to mine, and his hand leaves my clit to wrap around the back of my neck as he lifts me up at the same time he lowers himself down a bit. His lips brush mine once, causing me to whimper as I yearn for more and then he groans against them. “I love you Kiska. I fucking love you. You are only mine, created for only me.”

  “Konstantin,” I whimper. I press my lips to his, my tongue tracing his before I speak my own feelings. “I love you, too. Only you.”

  He grunts as he shifts his hips and his pelvis presses against my clit again which causes me to moan.

  “I cannot wait three years to call you my wife. There’s no telling what will happen to me, even as soon as tomorrow. I cannot live a life where we’re kept a secret from the world. Not when I want to shout from the rooftops that you’re mine.”

  Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as his breathtaking words sink in. They are sweet too, and so damn beautiful. “I love you so much, Konstantin. Why couldn’t we have been matched? Why couldn’t this be easier?” I whisper.

  Something flashes in his eyes and he lowers them before he looks back at me. He eases out of me and rolls to the side, gathering me in his arms before he speaks. His voice is so soft that I have to strain slightly to hear him.

  “I had a chance to choose a bride. More than once I’ve had the opportunity to choose from pretty much any girl in the organization,” he explains as his fingers sift through my hair. “I wanted to marry a woman who chose me as well. I didn’t want a contract, I still don’t. Timofei has given me time, but when my three years of watching you are over, I have no choice but to pick someone or he will choose for me.”

  I frown at his words and lift my head “Is that why you’re here—with me?” I ask, suddenly feeling like the words of love he’s just admitted to is a lie. His fingers tighten in my hair, and he tugs my head back his eyes searching mine, holding mine before he speaks.

  “If you think that I’m here, in this bed with you, because I don’t want to choose a bride from Timofei’s list, then we’re done and I’ll fucking hand deliver you to Entin my goddamn self,” he growls, his fingers tightening, even more, causing my scalp to scream in pain.

  I press my lips together before I speak. “I don’t want Akim. Even if I am a reason to get out of signing a contract, I’ll happily accept it. You’re who I want,” I whisper.

  “You are not a reason to get out of a contract,” he quips angrily. “You’re who I choose.”

  I nod as my eyes scan his. There is truth in there mixed with something else that I’m not sure of, but I’m one hundred percent sure of the truth that I see.

  “I choose you, too, Konny,” I whisper.

  I
do too. I choose him. I love him. And if need be I will fight to keep him.

  I WATCH HER SLEEP. What I don’t do is close my eyes for even a moment. I have to figure out how to keep her as my own. We can’t run away and elope; her dancing is too important to do that. I don’t think that her father, Kirill, would kill me—we’d have to disappear while he cooled off because he would be fucking pissed.

  There is only so much that I can get away with in my position, and taking a contracted woman as my own is not one of those things. The results of our union, of our laying together the way we are right now are deadly. I scrub my hand down my face and let out a sigh. My phone dances on my nightstand and I silently curse at the name on the screen.

  Disengaging from Kiska, I grab it and roll out of bed, hurrying toward the living room before I answer it.

  “Skumin,” I murmur as I close the bedroom door and make my way toward the windows that look out over the city.

  “She’s good?”

  I grunt. “You’re calling me at eleven in the evening, California time, to check up on her? Don’t feed me that,” I chuckle.

  “Haleigh worries,” Maxim grunts, another truth laced with a lie. I wait for him to continue and he does. “There are murmurings.”

  Closing my eyes, I wrap my hand around the back of my neck and squeeze. “For what it’s worth, you are a much better match than Entin. I never liked the little prick,” he grunts.

  I laugh and lift my head to look at the city lights again. They are endless, and I wonder if me and Kiska are the same? If we will find our happily ever after ending or if we will be like these lights—forever searching.

  “How do I make this work without losing my head or Kiska losing hers?”

  Maxim hums before he speaks. “Akim Entin is a shit. A dumb shit. He’ll be there for her performance, and he’ll visit your stable I’m sure since he enjoys his hookers. He also enjoys his blow, drinks, and his clubbing.”

  “How in the fuck did Kirill pick him for his daughter? Does he not love her?” I ask.

  Maxim chuckles before he speaks. “I can’t speak for Kirill, but Akim’s family is good, and in three years, he may grow up and out of it. Then again, there’s you.”

  “No way, no way in hell would he sign a contract, allow an engagement, and then be okay with me stepping in.” Maxim only hums, but I let out a sharp laugh. “The fuck would do that, wouldn’t he?”

  “Entin’s family might be good, but he is not a California or New York Bratva man. He has zero accomplishments for the organization. You have done more than can be repaid, and I’m not talking about only money. I know you had some hefty sums transferred into your accounts. How do you feel about her? She’s been there, under your watch for a few months now.”

  “Konny, baby, who are you talking to?” Kiska asks as she wraps her arms around me from behind.

  I was so consumed in my own thoughts and my conversation with Maxim that I didn’t even hear her come up behind me.

  Maxim’s laugh rings in my ear. “Tell her that her uncle says hello, yeah? Now that I have my answer, I’ll be in contact with you,” he announces before he ends the call.

  Keeping my eyes out ahead of me, I wonder just what the fuck that man is up to? Kiska slips around my body and presses her naked tits to my chest as she tips her head back to look into my eyes. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and fist her dark hair in my hand, enjoying the feel of the soft strands.

  “Your uncle Maxim says hello,” I whisper.

  Her mouth drops in surprise, I tip my lips in a grin as I lower my face and fill that open mouth with my tongue. She moans the second my other hand grabs hold of her ass and squeezes. My pretty, prima ballerina likes the bite of pain when I deliver it to her, and I’m fucking ecstatic.

  “He knows,” she breathes.

  I nod before I speak. “He does, and he dislikes Akim. I think this could have all been a setup, of some kind. I don’t know why, but he knew we would get along, they were hoping for it. I have a feeling this runs a lot deeper than just you and me, a contract and marriage,” I say as I think aloud.

  “Holy shit,” she breathes.

  I snort. “No fuck.” Giving her a smirk and a smack on her ass, listening to the crack fill the room. “Now get in bed. I’m going to eat you, fuck you, then we’ll sleep. I have to meet with Viv sometime tomorrow, but not until I’ve worn you completely out. Let’s go.” I nip her bottom lip as I release her hair and ass, walking toward the bedroom smiling as I hear her feet pad against the floor behind me.

  “I want everything on him. I want to know what the fuck I’m dealing with. Get me everything you can on his father, too,” I ask Bronislav.

  “Boss, I’m not tech, I don’t know what I can find,” he murmurs.

  I lift a brow toward him. “You might not be tech, but you can work a computer. Plus, the shit I want probably isn’t on a computer. It’s shit you’re going to have to dig around his crew to find out,” I explain.

  “Fuck,” he curses as he scrubs his hand over his face.

  I clap him on the back. “You’ll be rewarded, handsomely.”

  He lifts his chin. “Only payment I want is for my Zoe to have her friend be happy, which would make her happy,” he grins. “So, I do this, no payment necessary. Our girls, they enjoy each other so much, and I have a feeling Zoe will need her when she finds out exactly who I am.”

  I nod once, he’s right, Zoe will need Kiska when the truth comes out. “Thank you,” I mutter.

  He turns and walks away from me. I have another meeting to get to today, this time with a computer tech to find out what in the fuck is happening with all of these damn shipments. I feel like my plate is fucking full, so goddamn full, but with Bronislav on the case of Entin, it frees up my mind a little to focus a bit more on my actual duties.

  My phone rings and I groan as I reach for it. Then I let out a sigh before I accept the call. I don’t even have to say hello, my mother speaks immediately in my ear.

  “I feel like I haven’t talked to you at all,” she scolds.

  I sigh and lay back against the pillows, inhaling deeply and smiling when I smell Konstantin everywhere around me. He smells delicious, and I find that I miss him. I’m sure he’s been gone for a few hours, doing whatever it is that he does. I wish he were here, laying with me, and being lazy with me.

  “I’ve been busy. I sent you the information on my show,” I state.

  My mother hums. “What have you been busy doing?” she asks.

  I close my eyes and think about telling her. What would she think? What would she say? Would she tell my father? All of the questions roll around in my mind, and by the time I’ve siphoned through them all, I decide against saying anything at all. I don’t know if she would understand.

  My father was chosen for her, but before that, she fell in love with him. I don’t know that she would support me and Konstantin. I’m pretty certain she would wish for me to give Akim a fair shot. Which is the exact opposite of how I feel.

  “Dancing, going out with friends on Saturday nights.”

  She stays silent for just a moment before she speaks. “Friends? Just friends?”

  “Just ask me, Mom.”

  I listen as she clears her throat and then she asks me. What she asks me isn’t what I expect. “Are you in love with Konstantin?”

  My mouth drops open, and I don’t speak because I honestly don’t know what to say. My mother breaks the silence between us a few minutes later. “Your father wished to contract you to him. I think every man with a daughter between the ages of eighteen and thirty did. He hasn’t wanted to take a wife, at least not in that way. I don’t want your heart to get broken,” she whispers.

  “He loves me,” I admit on a whisper. It’s my mother’s turn to stay silent. “I think that my heart will certainly be broken, no matter what.”

  “Akim is safe,” my mother states.

  I snort at her words, but I don’t say anything. Akim will never divorce me or l
eave me, but he is certainly not safe. Not in the slightest.

  “You’ll see, Kiska girl, we made the right decision.”

  My mother explains to me that they won’t be able to attend my first show, but they will definitely be there for the next one. Then I hear one of my siblings crying in the background, and she rushes off of the phone to take care of them. I want to curl back between my sheets and go back to sleep, forgetting that conversation ever happened, but I don’t. I get up, go to the bathroom, and shower.

  Once I’m dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, leaving my wet hair down and sticking to my back, I decide to make some food. I’m starving. I’m bent over, scrounging around in my near-empty fridge when I hear a knock on the door. Closing the fridge, I walk across my apartment, the short distance to the door and look outside of the peephole.

  Viveka is standing there and I inwardly groan. I don’t want to see her, let alone talk to her.

  “Kiska, I know you’re home. I can hear you through our shared wall,” she shouts.

  My eyes widen at her words. That means that she can hear me with Konstantin. Holy crap. Trying to school my surprised face, I open the door, and stand in the doorway, not allowing her to come inside. Her eyes rake over me and she smirks.

  Mine do the same, and I try not to shrink back. She looks absolutely beautiful. She’s wearing a skin-tight hot pink dress that is so short one wrong move could show her goods off to the world. Her hair is styled straight, and not a hair is out of place, her makeup is absolutely flawless. Her bruises have healed so well that you can’t even see them anymore unless you’re really looking.

  “I hear congratulations are in order for your little show,” she smirks.

  I tighten my grip on the handle of my door, trying not to show any reaction on my face. “Was there something else you needed?” I ask.

  She licks her bottom lip in an attempt to be sexy, I’m sure. “I hear you’ve discovered Konstantin’s little kink?” she asks, arching a brow. I press my lips together, refusing to respond when she shrugs. “Just be careful, girl-to-girl?” she smirks before she leans in closer. “He’s been known to get a little out of control. Once, I couldn’t walk or sit, for an entire week.”