Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (14 page)

The perfect man for me.

The man I hope will return the love I am beginning to feel for him.

An hour later, after the officiant and the photographer have left, I follow my new husband up to our bedroom. We are silent and slightly sullen at what the imminent future holds for us. Tomorrow will come far too soon.

“Take your clothes off and meet me in bed, my gorgeous girl,” Radimir instructs, his blue eyes glittery with delight.

“I have to pack, Rad, I don’t have time for sex right now,” I say in a rush. He chuckles right before he growls and grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Radimir, you beast of a man,” I squeal, trying to sound irate. I can’t quite get there.

Radimir laughs as he tosses me on the bed, my whole body bouncing a few times before he jumps and lands on top of me. His outstretched arms stop his massive body from crushing me completely.

“I don’t know how long I will be away from you, my little
kotik
. I’ll chain you here if I must, but my sweet girl is going to be my little
blyad
until it’s time for us to separate,” he says, his voice rough and dripping with need. My whole body breaks out into a fit of goosebumps.

Radimir wastes no time stripping me of my clothes. My ears are pounding as the blood rushes through me, and I faintly hear the sound of ripping fabric somewhere in the background. It doesn’t matter, he could rip everything I own as long as he makes me feel the way I am feeling in this moment. His lips attack mine, owning me, making me bend to his will.
I happily oblige.

“Rad,” I moan as his lips trail down my neck to my breast.

“I love your tits, Em. They’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my flesh right before he sucks one of my nipples into mouth, hard. I arch toward him, wanting more,
needing
it.

“Rad,” I beg on a whisper, digging my nails into the back of his neck.

“Do you want me to eat that pretty pussy, or do you want to fuck my fingers?”

I shiver at his bold words.

His filthy words.

“I don’t care. I just want
you,
Rad,” I moan.

“You have me,
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
. You have all of me,” he groans.

I feel exactly like that—like his fucking queen.

Radimir slides away from me and stands before he moves my body so that my legs are hanging off of the side of the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows, confused by his actions. Then I gasp as he slowly falls to his knees before me.

Radimir wraps his strong fingers around my hips and digs them into my flesh before he spreads my legs wide. I watch in awe as he nuzzles my pussy, his nose gently caressing my clit. Then he places a soft kiss there before his eyes drift up to mine.

“I never will go down on my knees for anybody,
kotik
. It is as if signing a death wish in this life. Here I am. On my knees for
you
. I am crazy for wanting you, for needing you so badly after such a short period of time together
. I don’t care.
You are
mine,
Emiliya. I may own you technically, but you, my
kotik
—you already own part of my heart,” he says solemnly,
softly
. I don’t try to stop the tears that well in my eyes and slide down my cheeks.

“You own all of me, Radimir. You own my body. You are slowly possessing my heart, as well. This life we lead is dangerous, and we know our end could come at any time, so we must take what we can that is good, and take it swiftly. It would be too quickly for other people, but not for us, Rad. For us, it is perfect,” I whisper. I hold my breath as his cool blue eyes soften. They practically melt.

“Open your legs, my pretty
kotik
. Give me my pussy,” his breathes quietly. I almost don’t hear him, but I do as he wishes, spreading my legs for him.

Radimir’s tongue slides through my core and I look down at him in awe. His eyes are focused on my face while he licks my center, his tongue sliding inside of me every so often. My legs begin to shake when he sucks my clit into his mouth. Then I cry out when his tongue begins to flick my clit over and over again.

I lie back completely, my head thrashing from side to side. My mind is hazy as Radimir continues. Then, suddenly, he stops and stands up. I whimper at the loss of him; but a moment later, I am being picked up and carried to the center bed.

“I need to fuck you
hard
. I need to make you sore so that you remember me for days afterward,” he growls, his eyes pinning my own. I nod slightly as he surges deep inside of me.

Radimir thrusts in and out of my body so rough and deliberately that I can hardly catch my breath. I am still tender from the last time he took me roughly, but I find that it doesn’t bother me.

I like it
.

I like that I make him crazy.

It doesn’t hurt
much
, and the way his eyes stay focused on mine, I know that he is overcome with lust for me.
I love it
. I love making him feel out of control. I love that I can elicit such strong emotions from him. He is the only man to ever feel this way toward me, and I revel in it. Radimir grinds his pelvis,
hard,
every single time he is deep inside of me. I scratch my nails down his back, feeling my body building toward my imminent release.

“I’m going to come,” I moan. Radimir grabs beneath my knees and spreads my legs wider and higher, changing the angle.

“Come, Emiliya. Squeeze my cock,
kotik
,” he groans, never stopping. He continues to roughly fuck my body.

I come with a cry. As soon as I relax beneath him, Radimir slides out of me and flips me over. I am boneless and exhausted; but when his lips slide down my spine, and his tongue slips inside of my core, I purr like the
kotik
he has named me after.

I am his pussycat
.

Always
.

“Your pussy tastes like fucking candy, Em,” he growls before he continues to lick me. He sucks on my clit and turns me on all over again. I find myself grinding against his face, and he chuckles.

“Tip your hips,
kotik
. Let me see all that pretty pink flesh you have for me,” he murmurs.

My face burns with embarrassment, but I do as he asks. I spread my knees and thighs wider for him as I arch my back and tip my ass up.

“Perfect.
So perfect
,” he rasps, sliding his finger through my heated and tender flesh.

“Maybe I put a baby inside of you tonight,
kotik
?” his voice is soft as his finger slides inside me, slow and delicate.

“
Radimir
,” I moan trying not to react to his baby talk.

It has been in the back of my mind since I realized neither of us have been protected, but I cannot care in the moment.

Radimir’s finger disappears and his cock plunges inside of me hard and fast. I cry out, arching my back, but he doesn’t let me relax. His hand fists in my hair and pulls my head back a little farther, his other hand digging into my hip. My body is being held perfectly still while he carnally slides in and out of me.

It hurts, and yet it feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I can feel my body climbing toward a second release, but I need more. I need him to touch me. Tears start to roll down my face and I beg for his touch, but he tells me keep quiet.

Now,
silent
tears stream as I am kept in a frustrated place of limbo. Then he stills inside of me. My body is screaming as it shakes, all of me begging for his touch, except my voice.

“Are you ready to come? Do you need me to touch that pretty clit?” he asks, wrenching my head back even further.

“
Please
,” I whisper, my lips and entire body trembling beneath him.

“Have you been a good
kotik
? Do you deserve it?” he asks. I can tell there is a smile on his lips.

“Rad, please,
oh please
,” I cry as he chuckles. His fingers release my hip and I cry harder, but this time in relief as his hand slides down my belly to my clit. His fingers hover over the place I crave him.

“Come all over my cock, Em. I want you to scream when you do. Do you understand me?” he asks, his tone harsh and demanding.

I understand him. I will do anything for him in this moment.

“Yes,” I croak.

Radimir’s fingers start to quickly tap and then slap my clit as he continues the punishing pounding from behind. It doesn’t take long before my body reacts. I fly high with my release, screaming as he requested.

Tears continue to fall from my eyes and onto my cheeks.

Seconds later, I feel him harden even more inside of me, growing and then twitching before he groans his own release. His heavy body slumps against my back as my legs buckle, and we begin to fall onto the mattress.

“Are you okay, my
kotik
?” he asks gently, massaging my poor, sore scalp.

“I am,” I say, smiling as I look up at him.

“You are so very beautiful when you cry for me, Emiliya. How will I go days, possibly weeks, without my beautiful little
kotik
?” he asks. I shrug.

I don’t want to think about being away from him for weeks. The few days he was gone was torture enough.

I don’t know when I became so dependent on him.

I don’t care, either. I like it.

I like the way he makes me feel.

Safe, wanted, needed, and beautiful.

T
HE NEXT MORNING,
I pack as much as I can from my separate bedroom. I never got around to moving my things into Radimir’s master bedroom. A wave of sadness washes over me at the thought that we were not able to live properly together. Radimir slide’s his hands around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder as I put panties into a suitcase.

“I do not like this. You leaving me,” he says. I can almost see his lips pouting with his distaste for the situation.

“I do not wish to leave,” I admit trying not to pout myself. “Will Haleigh have to have the baby away from Maxim?” I ask.

“Possibly, but I do not think Maxim will allow it. He will want to get to the bottom of this and get her back home,” he murmurs as his fingers gently grasp my stomach.

“I feel like we don’t know anything about each other, and now… we will have to wait longer to discover more,” I sigh as I continue to put clothes inside of my bag.

“Ask me what you wish to know,
kotik
, and I will tell you,” Radimir offers.

“I’m twenty-one, but I have never asked you. How old are you?” I turn around, looking at him.

“I am an old man compared to you, beautiful girl,” he says, avoiding my question.

“Radimir,” I almost growl. He chuckles.

“I am thirty-eight, my queen,” he says softly, his hand sliding from the side of my neck to the back. Warmth and safety surround me.

“You
are
an old man.” I wink and smile. Radimir just shakes his head at me.

“Young enough,
kotik
,” he grunts, causing me to giggle at his surly actions.

“I will miss you,” I confess. He grins before capturing my lips in a soft and gentle kiss.

“I will miss every part of you,” he whispers, pulling my body tight to his.

“Do you think we did make that baby? I didn’t know you wanted them. Children,” I mutter into his chest.

“I want them. With only you, I want them. I am so glad that I made you my wife,
kotik
. I want to watch you grow with my baby inside of you. I have never desired it before, and suddenly I cannot think of anything that I want more,” he admits, holding me securely.

There is vulnerability that I didn’t expect, but I like it. Radimir and I have not spent much time together, but I see a difference in him when he is with only me. He seems happier and carefree when we are just us two. His harshness is stripped away, and his true self shines through.

“I want to make you so happy, Radimir,” I say. He takes a step back, holding my shoulders and looking down on me.

“You make me happy, Emiliya. Babies or no babies, you make me happy,” he says quietly before he gently kisses my forehead.

“Now, finish packing. Alex will be here within the hour to gather you.”