Timofei’s fingers tighten on my wrist, and then he lets out a puff of air. “No, they aren’t yours. I am, devochka, and you’re mine. I won’t let anybody hurt you, not ever,” he murmurs before he tugs on my arm.
I fall against the car, closer to him. His hand cups my cheek, and his nose brushes against mine. “I love you, Devyn. I love you more than anyone else. Nobody will hurt you, no matter my occupation. No woman will have any piece of me, because I am yours,” he admits. “Now, go inside so that I can show you just how much I fucking love you,” he growls before he releases me.
I hurry out of the car, not looking back. I strip my clothes off all the way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of fabric and shoes behind me as I go.
My badman may be scary, he may have a job that I don’t necessarily like, but he’s mine. He loves me, something that I never thought would happen when my father announced that I was to be betrothed to the prince of the New York Russian Bratva.
I fell instantly for him. I didn’t want to hope, but every turn had me wishing and daring to hope that our union would turn into love. And here we are, only weeks later, though it feels like it’s been years, confessing our love for one another. Maybe it’s premature, but perhaps God placed us in each other’s lives for a reason.
“Devyn what are you thinking?” Timofei’s voice asks me.
My back is to the door, and I spin around to face him. His blond beard, messy hair, and blue eyes stare back at me.
“How much I love you. How God put you into my life, and how happy I am for it,” I admit as I bite the inside of my cheek.
Timofei smirks. “Selfish men put us in each other’s lives. They did one good thing, those fucking assholes. They gave you to me to own,” he whispers, as he wraps his hand around my waist.
“To love,” I whisper, placing my hands on his bare chest. I can feel his hard length press against my belly, and I press my thighs together.
“No, devochka, they gave you to me to own. You made it possible for me to fall in love with you because of the woman you are,” he murmurs. “They never cared if we fell in love. You were a bargaining chip, a game piece; but I fell in love with you because you’re so fucking perfect for me. My little Bratva wife.”
Eighteen Months Later
WALKING OVER TO THE sliding glass door, I look out at the mountains in front of me. They’re nothing like I’ve ever seen before, the tops capped with snow. We’re in the city of Denver, but it doesn’t feel like a city with a view like this.
I let my eyes fall a little further, and see a pond not too far below us. We’re staying at a Bratva owned condominium, the same one that Timofei called home for a few years.
“What are you doing out of bed, devochka?” Fei asks as his hand slips around my bare waist from behind. His fingers travel to my naked breast, and he squeezes my flesh as his lips touch the side of my neck.
“Just thinking. It’s so pretty here,” I sigh as I lean against his bare chest.
His jaw scrapes my shoulder, and I still find it odd that he’s clean shaven. Though I think he’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, I like the stubble instead of the full beard he once sported.
Timofei hums as his other hand slides around my waist and between my legs. I feel his fingers slip through my center, and my body automatically responds, my ass pushing against his hard length as I spread my legs. He nips my neck as his fingers glide inside of me, and his thumb presses against my clit. With a moan, I lift my arm to wrap around the back of his neck for support.
“It’s stunning here, but mainly because your naked body is in view,” he murmurs against my skin as he slides his fingers from inside of me and replaces them with the head of his cock.
I let out a breath as he fills me. “Fei,” I whisper as he squeezes my breast again, tugging on my nipple slightly.
We don’t speak again; my focus is on the gorgeous mountains in front of me, but it’s mainly on the spectacular specimen pressed against me from behind—the way his cock feels inside of me, and the way his hot breath feels against my neck.
His hips move faster, harder with each thrust, and his fingers squeeze my breast tighter, as if he’s holding onto me for support. I place my fingers between my legs, and start to touch my clit. Circling against myself, I hear him growl into my neck as his hips erratically slam against me.
I whimper and ask him for more, begging him to give me everything he has to give. Without skipping a beat, he delivers. That’s when I cry out as I come around him, my pussy squeezing his dick so hard I’m afraid I’m going to hurt him. Timofei groans as his hips still, and his release fills me.
“Maybe that made a baby,” he chuckles as he slowly slides in and out of me. His lips gently caress me, and his fingers massage my breast.
I hum as my response, but don’t tell him that we didn’t make a baby just now. It isn’t possible. We made one six-weeks ago. I don’t tell him because I want to wait until the right time. I don’t know when that will be, but it doesn’t feel like this exact moment.
We separate and shower together, touching and cleaning, and making love one more time in the hot steaming shower. I’m thankful it has a bench, as my legs were already shaky from my first orgasm, and this time I was able to ride him.
“Are you ready for today?” Timofei asks me as we start to get dressed for the day.
I practically snort. “A kid’s party? Please, do you know what a pro I am now?” I ask, as I pull the navy-blue romper I chose to wear up my legs before cinching it tightly at the waist.
“What makes you a pro, Devvy?” he asks with a grin as he slips his shirt on and begins to button it.
“You’re kidding, right? Between Ashley and Inessa’s babies,” I shake my head. “Old hat, auntie right here,” I grin. Ashley and Inessa have each added one more baby to their growing families, and I’ve enjoyed watching every part of the process in anticipation of my own children.
Though my own brother’s each have crazy broods, I’m not around them as much as I am Ashley and Inessa. Not only are my brothers and Timofei still on the edge of friendly and not quite over the hump, I’m just not as close to them as I would like to be.
My father made sure that we weren’t a tightknit family, but the five of them were always close, mainly because they were boys all around the same ages. I’ve tried throughout the years, to speak and spend time with Aidan, my nieces and nephews. The fact that my sister-in-law has never liked me makes things uncomfortable and awkward. I just have a feeling that it will always be that way for us.
“Ready?” Timofei asks, breaking me out of my daze.
I turn to face him and I see his big smile, his blue eyes dancing. I wonder if this is the right time, then I decide against it. Maybe tonight, after the birthday party for Misha, when we’re alone in bed, curled next to each other in the dark. Maybe that’s when I’ll tell him that I’m carrying his child.
I look across the grassy backyard and watch as my wife holds Misha’s hand. He’s not very stable at just over two years old, and it makes me smile to see him try and keep up with her strides. A shadow appears next to me, but I don’t even have to look to know who it is.
“Mika,” I grunt as I take a drink of my beer—fucking Mika and his fucking beer.
He leans against the deck railing and sighs. “Oksana is pregnant again,” he murmurs.
I nod, still not looking at him. I knew she was. I don’t know what it was about her, but her face looked a little fuller and her eyes just a tad brighter than they did the last time I saw her. Though it could have been anything. She’s so fucking happy these days, she exudes giddiness.
“This is a good thing, yeah?”
Mika sighs before he speaks. “Yeah, it’s a really great thing,” he murmurs. “I know I’ve never really thanked you properly for what you did for us all those years ago,” he begins. I stand up a little straighter, ready to shut this shit down, but he just shakes his head. “Let me get it out, brother,” he rasps.
“Thank you, Mika,” I state. When I don’t say anything else, he lifts his chin. “Thank you for loving my sister the way she always deserved to be loved. Thank you for making her happy,” I shrug. “We done?” I ask, lifting a brow.
“Fucking never, brother,” he smirks as he slaps me on the back. I shake my head, deciding it’s time for me to scoop my nephew up and teach him all the things his mother would find unsavory.
I hurry toward Devyn and Misha, stealing the boy straight from the ground in one giant swoop. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his sweet baby scent, which causes him to let out the most perfect giggle.
“Now Misha, let me teach you about girls,” I start, but a hand on my arm halts me. “Devvy?” I ask turning to her.
She’s crying, and she gives me a watery smile, but I don’t understand it. Setting Misha down, I pull her into my arms. “What is it, devochka?”
“You love him so very much, don’t you?” she asks oddly. I nod as my eyes search hers.
“You know I do,” I admit with a tip of my mouth.
Her lips tremble and she lifts up to press them against mine before she whispers.
“I’m pregnant.”
The air whooshes from my lungs as I stagger back slightly and look between my wife’s gorgeous face and her flat stomach and then back again. She’s smiling, and it’s the biggest smile I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“I love you,” I whisper back to her before I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. Turning to face Oksana, who isn’t very far away, Misha now in her arms, I grin. “Are you ready to be an aunt?” I ask.
Oksana’s eyes widen and tears fill them instantly. “Finally,” she breathes before she crowds us. With Misha in her arms, we have a group hug.
This is my family. Oksana, Mika, Misha, and my beautiful wife. I also have a second family in Yakov and Dominik’s little families as well. These are all things that I never felt possible, after I lost my mother.
The happiness I have, the happiness all of the people closest to me have, and the feelings of absolute peace. I didn’t think any of it was possible. Not when my life seemed to be in tatters.
I stood up for what I thought was right. The road wasn’t easy. In fact, it was hard as fuck. There were fights, backstabbing, and fear of war; but eventually, compromises were made, and there is now peace in New York—for now.
Russian Bratva #9
In this finale of the Russian Bratva series will Konstantin Skumin finally find the love he has yearned for? The strong, beautiful, women of the bratva have slipped through his fingers time and time again.
Kiska Barysheva is promised to a man, not of her choosing. Her love in life is the ballet, but this is something she will undoubtedly be forced to give up when she says her vows.
Can Konstantin find love without signing a contract? Can Kiska accept her fate a contracted wife?
Coming February 2018
Also by Hayley Faiman
MEN OF BASEBALL SERIES—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
RUSSIAN BRATVA SERIES—
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman (February 2018)
NOTORIOUS DEVILS MC—
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real (January 2018)
STANDALONE TITLES
Royally Relinquished
Personal Foul (December 2017)
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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the love of her life.
Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.
I want to thank all of my fans, everyone to took a chance on Owned by the Badman and wanted to continue on with this series. This entire series has taken off without my permission, and I absolutely love it. I only planned on three stories, maybe four, when I set out on this journey. Here I am publishing number eight!!!! Its unfathomable to me, and I’m so excited that everyone is still interested!
I always say a special thank you to my husband, my best friend, and the man who supports me in every single one of my dreams. He’s simply amazing, and the man who has owned my heart for the past seventeen years. Thank you, babes.
My mom, she’s always supported wholeheartedly everything I have ever decided to take a leap of faith on, including my writing. She’s the kindest, most loving, and most supportive mom in the world. Thank you, Banana Boots.
Rosalyn my editor, my bestie, my critiquing partner. She pushes me and my writing to places I never thought possible. I love your input, your support and your unwavering friendship. Some things are just meant to be and God knew we’d need each other more than ever during this journey of our lives.
My sister from another mister, Nisha. Thank you for being my friend and always having my ear and always making a bitch laugh.
Celia, my oldest friend since the git-n-go, thank you for being such an awesome friend for (I won’t say how many) years. Thanks for the laughs, the cupcakes, the brownies, the cruises in the Mustang, and the years together. Now that we’re adults, thanks for the texts, the cocktails and the truest friendship we have.
Cassy Roop, thank you so much for always making these covers so downright gorgeous, every time I think that one is my favorite you outdo yourself and create something else spectacular!
Crystal Snyder, thank you for loving my Bratva men, for Beta reading for me, and being such a beautiful person inside and out! I can’t wait for more adventures that await us!!
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Enticing Journey—Ena and Amanda—I always know that my PR work is safe with you, that you’ll represent my book and me in a way that only you can—THE BEST WAY! I truly appreciate all of the hard work you ladies put into everything!
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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