Owned by the Badman (Russian Bratva #1) (25 page)

“Why are you here?” he murmurs, his gaze on my eyes. I smile softly.

“Because I love my husband. I do not want another. I want my Maxim.
Tell me you love me, baby
,” I whisper. As if that word is some kind of trigger, he wraps his hands around my waist tightly, certainly bruising my skin, and I revel in it.

“Of course, I love you,
golubushka.
Only you,” he groans.

I feel his tongue swirl around my nipple before he sucks it between his perfect teeth and lightly bites down. My hands fly into his hair and I arch my back, pressing my chest toward him.

Maxim licks and kisses my breasts, lightly nipping them with his teeth. Then he kisses down my body, my stomach, and my hips. He falls to his knees, and his blue eyes clash with mine, his tattooed hands wrapping around my hips.

“I am on my knees for you,
golubushka
. I have never been on my knees for another person in my life. You have brought me here more times than I can count. It is against my nature to bow to a woman, but here I am. I have fucked up. I have done things I am not proud of and I have hurt you more than I could ever know. I am sorry,” he almost moans. His eyes water and everything else melts away. I fall to my knees in front of him and hold is cheeks in my hands.

“We have been through hell, Maxim. It would be smart to walk away from each other, but I cannot let you just walk out of my life, out of our baby’s life. I love you, Maxim. You don’t bow to me. We bow to each other. As long as we stick together, share this life, the good and bad together, without pushing each other away and purposely hurting each other, then we can come out on the other side
happy
,” I say pleadingly, hoping he is hearing me.

Maxim nods and his lips lightly brush against mine—once, twice and then he thrusts his tongue inside of my mouth and I moan at the contact, my fingers wrapping in his hair and lighting tugging on the strands.

“Will you accept me back, after all I have done? I will spend the rest of my life making everything right, making it up to you. I am so sorry,” he whispers, so lightly, so softly, that I almost don’t hear him.

I am a foolish woman. I will always forgive my Maxim of his sins.

“No more women, Maxim,” I mutter as his fingers slide through my damp core.

“
Nyet
, no more, Haleigh. There have been no other women and there will never be again.” He thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, and I spread my thighs farther apart as I arch my back, throwing my head back at the roughness of his touch.
I revel in it.

“Come on my fingers,
angel moy
, my good girl,” he rasps as his thumb swirls and presses against my clit.

I grind down on his hand, my body searching for the release only he can give me, and I come hard, my core pulsing around his fingers, which are buried deep inside of me still; his eyes intent on watching me ride out my orgasm.

“Will you make love to me, Maxim?” I ask, my voice as shaky as my thighs.

Maxim gulps as he slides his hand from my body and picks me up, carrying me to the bed then laying me down. He's so gentle and sweet I could cry, but I won’t. No more tears will fall from my eyes. I finally have all that I need in this life.

My Maxim and my Maksimilyan, it is all I could need and want.

I watch in rapt anticipation as Maxim slowly strips the clothes from his body. Standing in front of me, his tattoos litter his tanned skin and his eyes shine with love. My heart mends; it knows exactly where it needs to be, and that is here with my Maxim. He slides up my body, his lips touching every inch of my skin; his long, thick cock rests against my hip as his lips suck and lick, and his teeth bite my neck.

“Baby,” I groan, gently thrusting my hips toward his body. He moans at my word, a simple word, but it is the way I feel when he calls me
golubushka—
loved and wanted.

“Take me,” he rasps, as he slides inside of my pussy, hot and thick, stretching me. He gently nudges my thighs wider as he spreads his knees, his hands wrapped around my hips.

“Maxim,” I gasp as he pulls me up so that my ass is resting on his thighs.

“I want to watch you take me, Haleigh. I want to see how beautiful your pussy looks when it wraps around my cock. This pussy was made for my cock, and no matter what has happened in the past, this pussy will only take my cock from this day forward, do you understand me?” he moans, as I fist the sheets at my side. My eyes never leave Maxim’s determined gaze; his jaw is set and he looks pissed.

“My body is yours, Maxim. It has always been yours, and it will always be yours. Do with it what you wish because it is yours to do with as you
please
,” I groan the last word as Maxim pulls out and pushes himself completely inside of me, his face sweating, his jaw grinding, and his breath heavy.

“I want to fuck you hard,
golubushka.
I want to come inside of your body and fill you with another baby. Will you accept me as I am, Haleigh? No matter what this life hands us, will you stay with me?” his asks, his eyes wild and his jaw still set hard and grinding.

Reassurance.
The man is inside of me, and he wants reassurance?

I have come here for him, and already, I am questioning my sanity. I reach up and wrap my hands around his cheeks, firmly holding him, feeling the strained muscles in his face as he stays stalk still, rooted deep inside of me.

“I am yours, Maxim. I was born for you, only you. No other man can have me because you will not let them get me again, will you? I am yours to love, to put babies inside of, and to fuck until I cannot walk.”

Maxim growls and then something inside of him snaps. I almost praise Jesus because the man loses all control and begins to wildly thrust in and out of my body, pounding himself inside of me, assaulting me with fast, deep strokes. I love every single second of the deliciously hard torture he is giving me.

I can feel my breasts bouncing each time he roots deep inside of me. His cock hitting me at the perfect angle. My orgasm comes hard and in a rush, causing me to scream as I come for the second time in one evening.

Maxim doesn’t stop moving in and out of me, his punishing pace continuing throughout my entire orgasm. Then he pulls out of me and flips my body over. Lifting my hips, he slides deeper inside from behind. My body is limp and sated as he continues to fuck me so hard, I wonder if I will ever walk the same way again.

Maxim finally stills inside me, and I feel his cock swell and then pulse as he fills me with his cum. I close my eyes and just accept what he is giving, accept his cum as it fills me, the only way he can. Maxim kisses my shoulder as he lowers his body against my back, his hips still moving slightly, lazily, in and out of me.

“I never want to leave your body,” he mutters against my shoulder.

“Stay forever, baby,” I whisper back, my body sweaty, my hair tangled and damp.

“I couldn’t stay away even if I tried. I love you,
golubushka
. I will take care of you and our son. I will give you everything you could want,” he promises. His words are so sweet and sincere, but they are not exactly what I wish to hear.

“All I want is you, Maxim. Money and
things
don’t mean anything if I am roaming around that big house all alone and you are not sleeping at my side every night,” I admit. Maxim wraps his arms around my torso, one arm around my breasts the other at my neck, and I feel him inhale and exhale deeply against my back.

“I am yours. Never will you sleep alone,
golubushka.
Never will you wish I were beside you because I will forever be at your side, from now until death,” he states.

I blink back the tears and finally,
finally
… I smile.

M
AXIM AND
I
PASS
out after making love once more, slower and sweeter than the first time. We are tangled with each other, our bodies wrapped up in the sheets, when I hear yelling from the front of the apartment. Maxim stands up and slides his pants on over his hips, grabbing a gun from the bedside table as I pull the sheets over my body. I am groggy from the flight and the all night sex-a-thon.

A man stands in the doorway of our bedroom. He is as big as the doorway itself and my breath catches at the sight of him looming in the room. He is huge, dark-haired, dark-eyed, and powerful. His blue eyes flick over me, and he begins to rapidly speak Russian to Maxim;
unfortunately
, I do catch one word that I know.
Blyad
. Whore.

“
Nyet. Mudak.”

The man’s eyes narrow at Maxim before he speaks again. He looks back and forth between Maxim and me, seeing something, though I am not sure what exactly he sees. His presence makes me uncomfortable.

I can tell this man is
bad
. He isn’t the kind of bad you swoon over. No, he is the kind of bad you avoid eye contact with and cross the street for. He is the kind of bad that would trample whoever got in his way and he wouldn’t even feel bad about it. I can tell all of that from the cold, blank stare of his eyes. As suddenly as he entered the room, he nods at Maxim and walks out, taking the chill out of the room with him.

“I must go, Haleigh. You will stay here until I am able to come back. Do not leave this apartment. Do not venture outside at all, whatsoever,” he orders, making me gulp and nod.

“How long will you be gone, Maxim?” my voice is quiet, and I cannot help the tremble of fear that is there.

“Probably all day and well into the evening,” he says, his eyes full of regret and concern.

“I cannot stay here in Russia for too long. I have to get back to Maksimilyn. Pasha and Sonia are watching him, but I only have enough milk for four days,” I say quietly.

Wishing I didn’t have to tell him. Wishing we could stay in our happy little bubble for a few moments longer. He nods and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“When I come home tonight, we figure all of this out, yes? I meant it when I said that you will never spend another night alone in your bed,
golubushka.
”

I nod and give him a shaky smile as he pulls a shirt on over his shoulders and buttons it, then a new pair of slacks up and over his hips.

“Aren’t you going to shower, Maxim?” I wrinkle my nose, trying to change the subject.

Maxim takes a few steps toward me and sits down on the bed, his hand cupping my cheek.

“I want to smell you on me while I am working. I want you close to me.” He gently kisses my lips, my cheek, and then right below my ear, causing me to shiver.

“Be safe with whatever it is you have to do,” I say. His lips immediately go to a thin line and he nods.

“
Ya vas lyoblyo
, I love you.” His words are nothing but a whisper, but his eyes are screaming with their meaning as he looks at me.

“I love you, too,” I say softly. He nods once and turns to leave.

I decide to take a bath, call Sonia to check on Maksimilyan, then lounge while I am here, locked inside of the apartment for the day. I honestly cannot remember the last time I just relaxed. I make Maxim dinner and wait for him to come back, but he doesn’t.

Much later, I slide into bed, alone, and I pray that what we talked about, what we planned, wasn’t all a dream—wasn’t all smoke. I pray he meant what he said when he told me that he loved me and would always be by my side. I fall asleep as I think about the fact this is the first broken promise of many.

Will he just disappear—leave me alone with nothing but his son, a pile of money, and a broken heart again?

I feel something hot and heavy pushing against half of my body. I try to roll away, but it pins me to my spot. I moan, my eyelids prying open to see Maxim’s face, slack with sleep, is resting on my chest.

Hope stirs inside of me—
he came back
. I run my fingers through his hair and sigh like a schoolgirl. He came back to me—
my Maxim
. He moans in his sleep and tightens his arm around my waist, then nuzzles the side of my breast. His tongue sneaks out and lightly licks my skin, then he nips it with his teeth.

“I thought you were asleep,” I say, my voice rough and low.