Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (30 page)

“These are mine, Emiliya. I mark them as mine,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “This body of yours is mine,” he murmurs before his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck.

I cry out from the sudden burst of pain. I am shaking in his hands, but he doesn’t care, and to be honest, neither do I.

“Your pussy is mine,” he groans as one of his hands slides down and he cups me. I shamelessly grind against his palm, wanting friction, wanting his touch.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I am his
.

Every single inch of me belongs to this very
badman
.

“Spread your thighs wider, stick this ass and pussy out for me. Fucking offer yourself to me,” he orders as his hands fall away from me.

I begin to spread my feet apart. When I am in the ordered position, I squeak out in surprise as his hand slaps my ass.

“Pretty and pink, from your pussy to the handprint on your ass, and all fucking mine,” he murmurs as I hear fabric rustling. I let out a sigh when his cock slowly fills me from behind.

Radimir’s naked chest presses against my back as his lips touch my ear, his hands are squeezing my waist and I am enjoying the delicious pain from all angles.

“My mark on your neck is bleeding,
kotik
. It is so fucking beautiful. I think I will keep it there always. My teeth on your neck for the world to see, for the world to know that you are indeed –
mine
,” he whispers into my ear.

Then he pulls his cheek back and slides his cock from inside of me before he slams back in—hard. I moan, arching my back even further, enjoying the pain he is bringing me. The spot he talks about on my neck, the pain is long forgotten. All I care about now is his cock inside of me, and the way it makes me feel –
beautiful, needed, wanted and loved.

“Rad,” I moan as his hand slips from my hip. His fingers hover above my clit and I want him there, I want him to touch me and to make me come all over him.

“You come, and I will spank you so hard, you will not be able to sit for a week. Do you understand me?”

“Radimir,” I stifle a scream when he pinches my clit. How will I be able to keep from coming? I need him so much, he feels so good, and I can already feel my pussy beginning to tighten and convulse, ready for my climax.

“Do not come or I will punish you, Em,” he warms before his fingers begin to lightly play with my clit in circles, taps, and soft petting. Fuck, it is
too much
.

“It’s too much,” I moan pushing my hips back. He doesn’t stop his thrusting, the slam of his hips into my ass, or the gentility in which he is petting and playing with my sensitive nub.

“You feel good, my kotik, so good. Your pussy was made only for my cock.” I grunt as he fucks my body—
fucks and plays.
It is too much.

One of Radimir’s hands slides up my back to fist in the back of my hair, surely messing it up. I don’t care. All I care about is grinding my teeth together to keep from coming. I try to think of something else, but when his hand in my hair yanks my head back, I whimper. His other hand is still stimulating my clit, and I can’t hold myself up a second longer. My hands fall from the wall. One of them, I place on top of his over my clit, and with the other, I grab onto his bicep.

“I am so close, Emiliya. You have been such a good little
blyad
. My good whore. You may come on my cock whenever you wish now. When you do, I want you to scream my name. I am going to come so deep in your pussy that we will surely make a baby tonight,” he murmurs, his lips just a whisper over my skin.

Then his teeth sink into my neck, in the same spot he has already claimed is bleeding, and he fucks my body with all of his pure, brute power.

“
Radimir
,” I scream as tears well up in my eyes. My legs shake as I finally come.

“Fuck,
yes
,” he grunts as he fucks me even harder, something I did not think was possible in this moment. “Squeeze my cock. My
whore
. My
kotik
. My
wife
,” he roars. I feel his release fill my body as he shutters behind me.

If I could fall to the ground, I would. The only thing holding me up is Rad’s hand in my hair and his hand that is still pressed against my clit. I feel his lips brush against the bite mark on my neck and I shiver. I like that he has marked me. It will be seen by all tonight. I am proud to wear his mark, even if it means that other people may not understand the meaning of it. I do, and that is all that matters.

“This is so beautiful right here,
kotik
,” he murmurs, licking the skin before kissing it again. His body is still, frozen, his cock inside of me.

“Everyone will see, Rad,” I mutter as he slides out of me and I start to readjust my clothing.

“I want them to see,” he says harshly.

I turn around to face him. His eyes are not angry like I had anticipated from his outburst. Instead, I see hurt right before he bends down to pick up his pants, bringing them back over his hips.

“Rad,” I whisper as I slide my hands up his naked chest. My eyes scan all of his detailed, blue tattoos. Every one of them a meaning, every one of them heartbreakingly beautiful.

“No,” he tenses. I don’t let him step away from me. I press my body into his as my hands wrap around his neck.

“Your mark on me is beautiful. I love it. I just don’t want other women to look down on me, or other men to think of me as the kind of woman I am not. I am yours, only yours, Radimir. What we have is not meant to be shared with the world,” I say, looking into his eyes, trying to ensure his understanding.

“You do not want other men to think you are
blyad
?” he asks as if he is truly confused.

“I know that I am
blyad
, but only to you. A mark like this may give men the wrong impression of me. First impressions mean everything, my husband,” I say, twisting his hair in my fingers.

“This a lesson from your father?” he asks, his brows pinching together.

“Yes. On the outside, poised perfection is how one must always behave,” I say as my eyes continue searching his. I feel his fingers dig into my lower back as he pulls me even closer to his body.

“No man will look at you any differently,
kotik
. You are gorgeous, which means I cannot stop them from looking in your direction. But these men will not think of you as anything but
Mrs. Radimir Zaleskya
. To them, you will never be labeled
blyad,
and do you know why?” he asks, his voice low and demanding. I shake my head instead of attempting to speak.

“Because if they even suggest that you are anything other than
Mrs. Radimir Zaleskya
, I will bring them up here and fucking torture them,” he warns. I gasp.

“Radimir.” His lips come down to touch mine before I can say another word.

“Do not speak, Emiliya. This is the way I am. I am not a man who will accept another saying anything about my wife. So, a man says something, then he will just be eliminated. Maybe I make an example out of that fat fuck that thought he could look at you earlier?” he grunts. I shake my head.

“Okay, Radimir. No man will say anything to me then,” I murmur while he finishes dressing and making himself presentable again.

“I need to use the restroom,” I say as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs me forward.

“
Nyet
,” he barks, continuing to walk. I pull his hand to stop him and he turns to face me, fire burning in his eyes. “You want to use the restroom to wipe my cum from your pussy, no?” he asks harshly. I nod once, afraid to speak. His eyes are burning with something, something frightening, and something not to be defied.

“I refuse this of you. I want my cum leaking all over your thighs, marking your pussy as mine,” he grunts. I hold my hand up to him as I bend my neck.

“My finger bares your ring and my neck your teeth marks, why must I feel your cum sliding down my legs, too?” I ask.

“Because.
You are mine,
” he shrugs. He takes the hand I was holding up and pulls me behind him. He is being unreasonable, and for some reason, his brutish behavior makes my poor sore pussy ache for more of his cock.

The man is a barbarian, yet I want him again.

I
AM BEING AN
asshole. I am being overbearing, and I have made my own wife uncomfortable. If I were a good man, I would do something to alleviate her right now. But I am not a good man, so I will not. I wrap my hand around Emiliya’s waist and pull her even closer to my body. I can feel her shifting her legs in obvious distress at the cum that must be gathering on her thighs.

I can’t help the smirk that plays on my lips, remembering how deep I was buried inside of her just moments ago. I move my arm from her waist to around her shoulders so that my thumb can caress the evidence of our rough love making—
my mark,
my teeth that pierced her skin and made her bleed for me.

A flash of blonde comes at me from the corner of my eye. I recognize this blonde tornado, and I sigh. Haleigh and Maxim have arrived. I look past Haleigh, who is almost directly in front of my oblivious wife. I grin at Maxim as his eyes are focused on his wife’s backside.

“Emiliya,” Haleigh calls.

My wife stiffens in my arm before she turns and sees Haleigh practically barreling toward her. The women wrap each other in hugs just as Maxim appears to shake my hand.

“We have much to discuss,” he murmurs.

I nod. He knows about Emiliya’s kidnapping and my being drugged. He knows that it was Dimitri who orchestrated the whole thing, and how Kirill and I took care of the situation. I do not know what else he wishes to discuss with me. If it involves work, then this is not the place. There are too many outsiders here at this party.

“We can discuss this evening. The apartment next to ours is empty. Kirill owns the entire building. It is full of our kind,” I don’t say the word
Bratva
out loud in public.

“Yes, I have already unloaded Haleigh and the babies’ shit there,” he murmurs. I look to him in confusion.

“Pasha and Sonia are there playing grandparents for a few hours,” he says with a shrug. I wonder what is happening.

“Yakov?” I question, low enough so that Emiliya will not hear me.

“
Nyet
. He is busy with legitimate business of Ivan’s. He and his Ashley are in Moscow. We have issue with
authority
.” He hisses the last word and my brows furrow.

“Let us go, then. Sounds like we need to talk. Kirill is here. I call him and we go,” I announce, which causes Maxim to jerk his head. I follow his gaze to Kirill, who is angrily talking on his phone. I do not know what he’s saying, but by the look on his face, he is fucking livid.

“Stay here with Maks and Haleigh. I be right back,
kotik
,” I whisper in Em’s ear. I place a gentle kiss on her temple and walk toward Kirill.

When I arrive at his side, he clicks the phone off and then looks up at me in anger. I put my hands up in a—not me—stance, and he shakes his head.

“Maxim Lasovska is here. Pasha is in the apartment next door to mine. We have problem with authority. We need to talk,” I murmur as low as possible.

Kirill nods once before he stomps off. I take that as my cue to leave. Maxim and I gather our women, who are talking a mile a minute, and I wave at Anton, who is playing on his phone in the front seat of the SUV. I am glad that I brought the larger vehicle, since we are now a foursome.

I feel badly for our early departure, as I was not able to feed my Emiliya. I can only hope that the few appetizers and glasses of champagne were enough to tide her over until I can get some actual food in her belly.

“Mr. Zalesky, Mr. Lasovska,” he murmurs as the girls get in the back, followed by us in the middle seats.

Maxim is tapping his foot nervously and it worries me.

We walk inside of the apartment next door to ours, which is filled with two babies, Pasha, Sonia, Sergei, and four
Byki –bodyguards.
It looks a crowded mess, but Sonia is smiling brightly as if she is in heaven. I nod to Pasha, who I already knew was here from my earlier meeting with him and Kirill. Now, we must discuss business.