Chosen by the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 9)

by Hayley Faiman

  “I am,” I admit. He shakes his head. “Zoe will be sad, but I understand it and so will she. Family, a real family like this, is important,” he murmurs.

  I nod in agreement. “It is, and Kiska needs to be here for her family right now.”

  “She does.”

  Wrapping my hand around his shoulder, I give it a squeeze. “I’m giving you control over my stable. Timofei will approve the shift of power. You know how to run it, and I trust you to do it the right way.”

  “Kon,” he shakes his head.

  “You’ll do it.”

  He nods. “Yes, boss. I’ll do it.”

  Nothing else is said, nothing else about business anyway. He tells me to stay in touch. He tells me that he’ll bring Zoe for a vacation to see her friend. I ask him to let the movers into mine and Kiska’s apartments when I schedule them and hand him my keys. We say our goodbyes, and I watch him leave, only to see Timofei pulling up the drive.

  I watch from the window as Bronislav leaves and Timofei pulls up my parents’ drive. He gets out and walks directly over to Konstantin. Timofei looks so serious, and a little distressed.

  “Are you spying, Kiska girl?” my mom asks, causing me to jump.

  Turning around I place my hand on my beating heart. “You scared the shit out of me,” I hiss.

  “You’re really moving back home?” she asks, ignoring my scare.

  My lips break out into a small smile, and I nod. “Konstantin gave me the choice. I chose to come home,” I whisper.

  “He is very adamant about choices, isn’t he?” she asks as her eyes drift behind me, to no doubt look at him talking with Timofei outside.

  Clearing my throat, I reach for her hand. She takes mine, and I walk us outside. I know my mom loves the pool, so I sit us down on one of the loungers.

  “He loves me, Mom. He really does. Konstantin has never wanted a contract, and he was willing to entertain the subject because he thought it was the only way we could be together. He was willing to cast aside his own feelings on the matter. When everything happened, he knew something was wrong with Dad. Now that we know what it is, but don’t know much of anything else, he wants me to be close to my family. He’s leaving everything in New York behind, for me.”

  “I know, Kiska. It’s a very beautiful thing to have a man adore you that much. I should know, your father adores me the same way. We’re not the same people we were when we first met, or even when we reunited. We’ve grown, and our relationship has changed. I love your father very much, and he loves me as well. I can see that same type of love, that unwavering love in Konstantin’s eyes when he looks at you. I’m glad that things with the two of you have worked out so well. However,” she sighs. “I do not want you to give up your dreams. You leaving New York, that’s giving up,” she explains.

  I shake my head. “No, Mom. I’m not giving up anything. Konstantin said I could try out for a company here, and I will. It would be devastating if you needed me, if Papa needed me, and I was in New York with no way to offer any type of help. I need to be here, at least for me, for peace of mind.”

  She sighs and sits back, her face tipped back and eyes closed as the sun washes over her. “Okay, Kiska girl. I won’t deny that I’m not excited to have you home for good, because I am,” she smiles turning her head to face me.

  I return her smile, and we stay that way for at least an hour. Sitting in silence, enjoying the warmth of the Southern California sun against our faces.

  “Krushka, we need to leave, my doctor appointment is in thirty minutes,” my dad calls out from the back door.

  “Oh shit,” my mom squeaks as she stands and hurries past him into the house.

  “You okay, Kiska girl?” my dad asks a second later.

  Glancing over at him I give him a smile. “Yeah, I think I’m going to be really great, Papa. Do you want me to go to your appointment with you?” I ask.

  He shakes his head holding his palm out. “Nyet, you and Konstantin have to get set up in your temporary place. We’ll have a nice quiet family dinner tonight, go over everything then, yeah?”

  “Okay, Papa,” I whisper. He smiles and gives me a wink before he turns around and heads back inside.

  A few seconds later, Konstantin’s shadow appears over me and without even opening my eyes I smile. “We have the keys to our new place,” he murmurs.

  Opening one eye and then the other, my smile turns blinding.

  “Come on, let’s go check it out. Then I need to head out shopping somewhere for some clothes. I don’t have much, and it’s going to take a few weeks to get all my shit from the city shipped here,” he states.

  I take his outstretched hand, but I don’t walk with him, I tug him closer to me. Sliding my hands up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck. “I love you, Konstantin Skumin,” I whisper. “Thank you for being the perfect man for me, thank you for choosing me.”

  Konstantin smiles, lifting his palm to cup my cheek. “Sladkaya, choosing you was the easiest decision I could have ever made. You make my heart beat, Kiska. We are forever bound to each other by our devotion and love. No other could do, as I was made for you, and you for me,” he murmurs as he dips his chin and his lips touch mine.

  Konstantin kisses me, his tongue filling my mouth and slowly stroking me. I press my chest closer against his, my bruised breasts aching for more. I have a feeling I’ll always ache for more of him. I doubt that I will ever get enough of my badman.

  We’ve chosen one another, and yet, it was the easiest decision I have ever made as well. He is as much mine as I am his. This life will not be easy, but it is one that we are choosing to go through together, and I cannot wait.

  Five Years Later

  I JERK MY ARMS, but they don’t move, the chains holding them clinking is the only sound in the room. I feel something cool against my ass, and I let out a muffled groan. I’m gagged, a soft satin material wrapped between my lips and tied at the back of my head. I’m also blindfolded, my only sense available being sound and smell.

  Something penetrates my ass, and I groan as I try to shift my hips back for more. I let out a squeak as something else lands against the flesh of one of my cheeks. It’s hard, and I know I’ll have a mark later. My eyes roll in the back of my head behind the blindfold.

  Then it happens, I feel his cock slowly sink into the tight bud of my ass. I welcome the sensation of him stretching me, filling me the only way he can. Konstantin presses his chest against my back as his inner thighs press against my outer ones.

  I’m bent over, my arms chained out in front of me, my knees bent and legs spread, tied together in this position and unable to move. I’m blindfolded and gagged, Konstantin’s cock filling my ass, and I’ve never felt freer in my life, or more desired.

  “You are amazing, sladkaya,” he rasps in my ear.

  There are not words, they’re all lost to me, only a whimper escapes. I need more, I need more of him, whatever it is he wants to give me, I’m begging for it. I groan when his hands wrap around my breasts and give them a rough squeeze. He pinches my nipples hard which causes my head to fly back against his shoulder.

  Then, finally, he moves. When he does, it’s slow, and I feel every centimeter of his dick moving in my ass. My entire body breaks out in goosebumps, and he chuckles behind me, licking my shoulder with his tongue as he starts to fuck my ass a little harder. He twists my nipples a little more before he releases one of my breasts and feels around on the bed next to me.

  My breasts ache from need, from his bruises, bruises that have remained a constant for the past five years. I love them, I could not imagine looking in the mirror and not seeing them at this point. Just like I could not imagine moving without feeling pain from dance or from him, it’s a part of me now.

  I let out a muffled scream when I feel something penetrate my pussy, then it begins to vibrate. Something presses against my clit too and my thighs start to shake uncontrollably. Konstantin lifts his chest from my back, pressing his lips against
the back of my shoulder as both of his hands move toward my hips. Then, he fucks me. He fucks my ass, hard, relentlessly as he grunts with each stroke.

  “Fuck, sladkaya, you feel perfect,” he moans, his deep voice vibrating through the room.

  I cry out as I come, my pussy pulsing as the vibrator continues inside of my pussy and he continues to fuck my ass. He doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking me, his strokes hard and fast, his fingertips bruising. I pinch my eyes closed tightly as the pain from my sensitivity decreases, and my body starts to climb again.

  “Come again, Kiska. Make this tight ass strangle me,” he growls.

  My pussy is in his command, as just a few seconds later I’m doing just what he’s asked. The climax is short, and hard, nothing like the first, my pussy swollen and slick, aching and painful.

  “One more time for me,” he grunts.

  I shake my head, unable to do it again, I won’t make it. I can’t make it. The vibrator is wrenched away, and I sigh in relief thinking that it’s almost over, but he replaces it with his hand. His fingers press against my clit and begin to rub so hard that I scream.

  “Come, Kiska. Fucking come,” he growls in my ear.

  My head thrashes from side to side and Konstantin begins to slap my pussy in short fast successions against my clit. It feels like something unnatural is happening and I can’t stop it, I can’t stop any of it. I’m completely immobile as he fucks my ass, his hand slapping my clit and then it happens.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” he roars. “Shit, yes, keep going,” he grunts as his hand starts to move side to side against my clit.

  I can’t do anything, I feel like I’m out of my body, suspended as I cry out in ecstasy. Then I feel Konstantin empty inside of my ass and gently slide himself out of me before he rests his chest against my back, his lips skimming my shoulder.

  “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he sighs as he unties my gag.

  I’m completely boneless, all I want to do is sleep for about a year. “What?” I whisper.

  “You squirted everywhere, sladkaya. I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life,” he states. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, but then his words crash into me when he repeats them. “The most beautiful thing, seeing your body respond to mine.” I suddenly don’t feel gross, but instead, like a goddess.

  Konstantin unties all of my binds and carefully gathers me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. I watch as he draws a bath, not allowing me to do anything, then gently sets me down in the warm tub.

  “Aren’t you joining me?” I ask.

  He’s starting to walk out of the bathroom when he stops and turns to me. “Nyet, Kiska. I’m going to change the sheets, then take a shower, then you’re going to tell me about your day,” he winks.

  I close my eyes with a giggle and allow him to do those things. I think back to my day. It’s been eventful that is for sure.

  My studio’s first day was today. So much has changed in the past five years that I can’t believe this is my life. I danced with the American Ballet Company for the past four and a half years. At twenty-three I’m ready for a change.

  Zoe, Peter, and I have remained friends all of these years. Zoe admitted to me that she too was ready for a change. She brought Peter in along for the ride as well. I came up with this crazy plan, and luckily both Konstantin and Bronislav bought into it.

  Today, our plan, our dream, and our hard work came to fruition. We opened our own dance studio. We’re teaching tiny dancers, and I cannot express the excitement I have for the new venture.

  Our studio opened today for classes, and every single class was full. I hired the best tap, jazz, and hip-hop teachers I could find to round out our instructors and it’s paid off. I can already tell that our business is going to thrive.

  Bronislav and Zoe moved out here about six months ago to help get everything started. Bronislav started working for Konstantin, and they even bought the house down the street from us when it went on the market. Peter and his girlfriend moved out three months ago and bought a condo not far from the studio. She is also a dancer and joined the company here, leaving her position in New York to be with Peter.

  “Ready for bed, sladkaya?” Konstantin asks from the doorway.

  “Take your shower, then we’ll go together,” I smile.

  His eyes roam over my face. I love this man today more than ever. If you had asked me five years ago how much I loved him I wouldn’t think that I could anymore, and yet, here I am. I watch him walk to the shower and step inside. My eyes slide closed again as I think about the other thing that happened today, my meeting with my parents and my father’s doctor.

  I have a lot of news to share with Konstantin tonight.

  A lot.

  Konstantin helps me out of the bathtub and dries me off before we make our way back to our bed. First things first, I have to tell him about my dad and his news. When we’re situated, our naked bodies facing each other, I press my hands to my cheek and just look at my man. The man who has stolen my heart and kept it hostage for five years and counting.

  “My dad had a doctor’s appointment today,” I whisper. Konstantin nods and lifts his hand to tuck some of my hair behind my ear. “He’s cancer free, Konny.”

  “Thank fuck,” he breathes.

  I smile and cup his cheek in my hand, allowing my thumb to run along his bottom lip. “He’ll still have to be monitored, but everything looks really good. The doctor said he looks great.”

  “I told you, Kiska. I told you he was a strong man and he would beat this. Have I lied to you yet?” he asks with a wink.

  “Never,” I admit.

  He hasn’t either. About a year ago I asked him about Viveka, about what really happened and he told me everything, down to the fact that he was the one who killed her. I felt for him in that moment, and it helped me to understand why he didn’t come for me immediately—not that I ever held that against him, but I wanted to know, I wanted to understand.

  “I have something else to tell you,” I grin.

  He smiles and reaches out to me, his fingers dancing along my lips. “Is it about your day at the studio?”

  Shaking my head, I playfully bite his fingertips. “It was a wonderful day there. So many students, and so thrilled to dance, I love it,” I admit.

  “Then what is it, Kiska? I don’t see how things could get any better. We have a beautiful home, you’re living your dream, and your father is free of that fucking cancer.”

  Placing my hand on his chest, finding his heartbeat, I smile. “I’m pregnant.”

  His heart begins to race. “What?” he breathes. “But, the doctors, they all told you.”

  I nod with a huge smile. I know what the doctors told me. I lived it, and I mourned their words two years ago. I was never going to get pregnant. Years of abuse on my body, of food restrictions and years of absent periods, that meant it wasn’t going to happen. But here I am. Six weeks pregnant.

  “They told me that there was a slight possibility I could conceive, but not an impossibility,” I whisper.

  Konstantin wraps his arms around me and rolls me to my back, careful not to press all of his weight against my body. “I love you, Kiska,” he whispers.

  “I love you too, baby,” I smile.

  We make love again. It’s slow and sensual, almost too slow, but when we come, it’s almost magical. I close my eyes and let the warmth and love wash over me. This is how I was meant to live my life, this is exactly how everything was meant to happen. I was never meant to stay in New York for three years and marry some asshole.

  My father needed me too much in what would have been those three years, my mother and siblings needed me too. No. I was meant to have Konstantin, and he was meant to be my rock—always.

  The man I chose.

  The man who chose me.

  The man I love.

  Eight Weeks Later

  She will probably be angry with me, my little fireball of a woman. I’m not sure how much I c
are. She will be angry for just a moment and then she will get over it. Everybody she loves is here, and they’re waiting and ready to greet her. She doesn’t realize that today I am making her mine—for life.

  Kirill has been up my ass to cease just living with Kiska and to make her my wife. The time wasn’t right. At first, she was too young, and he was sick. Our every waking moments were either filled with each of us working, or helping the Baryshev family in one way or another. Kiska never complained, and neither did I.

  Originally, I had thought that it would be a burden to have a large family that needed assistance. It isn’t though. They needed us, and we needed them, too. The support we all gave each other was astounding, and that doesn’t even include all of the other Bratva family in the area. We’re a stronger territory because of it.

  Now, the time has come to make Kiska my wife. I told her that today was a party for her father, a huge gathering of our family and friends to celebrate him being cancer free. Little does she know, it’s actually our wedding day.

  I hear the music and watch the door to the patio open. Kiska, flanked by her parents enter the backyard. I watch as realization dawns and her eyes widen at the same time they fill with tears. She keeps her gorgeous gray gaze on mine as the three of them close the distance between us. The pastor clears his throat as she approaches and begins the ceremony. I hear nothing, and I see nothing but Kiska.

  When he asks for rings, I pull them out of my pocket. Our vows are traditional. I’m not a man of flowery words and attempting to say them in front of this crowd, just the thought gives me anxiety.

  “Do you, Kiska, take Konstantin to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “I do,” she whispers.

  “Do you, Konstantin, take Kiska to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  “I do,” I state.

  More words are spoken, but all I can think is that she’s mine. My ring sits on her finger, and she’s mine. The pastor states that I can kiss my bride.