Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2)

by Hayley Faiman

  I shiver at his words; the derogatory term of whore has turned into something beautiful between us.

  Radimir and I shower before we change. Unfortunately, I didn’t anticipate staying, so I have to change back into my dress, sans panties, as Radimir shredded them with his hands. Radimir changes into a pair of black slacks and a light blue, button up shirt. It brings out his eyes, and it makes it very hard to keep my own eyes off of him.

  Erik is waiting outside of the apartment for us, in the hall. He looks over my body greedily, making me a bit uncomfortable. I move closer to Radimir, curling deeper into his side. Erik’s eyebrows shoot up, surprised to see us so close together. I smile to myself. The man has been a jerk. I want to rub it in his face that we are back together. What did he think I was doing up in Radimir’s apartment for the entire evening?

  “Erik, Emiliya will be accompanying me this afternoon. Please pack up my personal belongings and bring them back to our home,” Radimir orders.

  “Are you sure you wish to go back to the apartment so soon?” Erik sputters. I watch Radimir’s eyes widen in surprise before they darken in anger.

  Radimir releases me and wraps his hand around the man’s throat, pushing him up against the wall as he leans into his face. He is only inches from his nose. Though they are similar in stature, Radimir seems ten times larger than Erik in this moment.

  “Do you forget who your boss is?”

  Erik mutters incoherently and his eyes go from me to Radimir.

  “Don’t look at Emiliya, she is not your boss. I am your fucking boss, and I can kill you with a flick of my fucking wrist. Don’t be so bold as to ever, ever question me. I tell you what to do and you fucking do it. If I tell you to eat your own shit, you fucking do it with a goddamned smile on your fucking face. Do you understand me?” Radimir roars, his words violent but his voice calm and deceptively even.

  Erik’s eyes go wide and he nods. Radimir releases him and I watch as he falls to the ground, sputtering and gasping for air.

  “Pack up my fucking shit and deliver it back to our apartment. I have new assignment for you when you are finished.” Radimir announces before he kicks Erik in the ribcage.

  Erik moans in pain, or possibly because he is fearful of his new assignment, I’m not completely sure. I don’t say a word as Radimir wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk toward the elevator.

  “Fucking children. Swear to Christ, nobody can follow a simple direction these days,” he mutters.

  I laugh softly and he turns to me, awarding me with a lopsided grin.

  “You are not scared, my kotik?”

  I shake my head.

  “My father was Ivan Chekov, and my brother is Yakov. I have seen so much more than what you did to him. Not much traumatizes me, Radimir, except the thought of you leaving me again,” I admit, looking down at my high heels.

  I am needy and vulnerable, but instead of pointing that out, Radimir just wraps his hand tighter around me. He pulls me in closer, his lips brushing my temple.

  “The thought of you not being with me is fucking terrifying, as is the thought of hurting you again, Emiliya,” he whispers. I sag into his body.

  We need each other. Healthy or not, Radimir and I seem to be dependent on each other.

  Radimir calls to have another man of his pick us up and take us home. Fortunately, we do not have to wait long before a sleek black sedan pulls up and takes us away from the stripper pole apartment. I never want to see that horrible place again. I shiver just thinking about it.

  I close my eyes as the driver takes us back to our shared apartment. Radimir continues to trail his fingers up and down my thigh, his heat searing through my skin tight skirt, kissing my skin beneath. We sit in silence, enjoying the feeling of our bodies being near each other after so many days of being apart.

  “I bought a dress for our wedding,” I admit quietly. His fingers freeze.

  “You still want to get married?” he asks in confusion.

  Our wedding was to be days ago. I am not in love with Radimir yet, and he is not in love with me, but we need to get married. For my safety and for my sanity, I need to know, without a doubt, that he won’t leave me again. The only security I can have is his word and his ring.

  “Everything is set for tomorrow, Rad. The paparazzi have been notified and the officiant will be there, as will Maxim and Haleigh. An extremely small affair,” I explain.

  “You were very sure of the outcome of your little plan, no?” he arches a brow and grins. “Yes, I would adore to make you my wife,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the top of my head. His fingers then continue their lazy trail on my thigh.

  “Thank you,” I sigh, feeling like a hundred pounds have been lifted from my shoulders.

  We pull up to the front of the building and quietly go into the elevator, then up to our apartment. I kick off my high heels in the entryway, in preparation of changing into something clean and fresh. Plus, actual panties. But then I hear someone speak.

  “Well, seems that all is well in this little world of two?” I hear Haleigh’s sweet voice float through the apartment as soon as we walk inside, hand-in-hand.

  “Yes, nosy Haleigh, we have worked out our issues and I am back,” Radimir says softly, grinning at the heavily pregnant beauty.

  My eyes fall to her belly and it dawns on me, terrifyingly, that Radimir and I have had sex without any type of protection.

  “Well, good. Less bitch slapping for me to do today,” she says with a wide smile. Radimir throws back his head in laughter, completely unaware of my mental freak out about possibly being pregnant with his child.

  “Go home and bitch slap that husband of yours, tell him it’s from me,” Radimir says smiling. Haleigh giggles and wraps her arms around him in a hug, then moves to me.

  “Make each other happy. Call me,” she murmurs slowly.

  “I have a few phone calls to make for work. Go and relax, moy chernovolosyy koroleva,” he offers.

  I shiver. His raven haired queen. When he looks at me so lovingly, I do feel like his queen.

  “Can I just be in your lap, in your arms while you make your calls?” I feel foolish for asking, but Radimir just smiles.

  “Only if you’re naked, so I can play with your gorgeous pussy while I work. Maybe have a snack, too.”

  I shiver again, but this time it is from lust. Slowly, I start to strip myself of my clothing. Radimir shakes his head and leads me towards his office, completely naked. I stand by his desk as he powers on his computer and then sits down, holding his hand out for me. I take his hand and he leads me over to the desk, instead of his chair. He then motions for me to hop on as he dials a number on his office phone.

  “Spread,” he orders.

  I do as he commands, wrapping my fingers around the edge of the desk, my body shaking from excitement and nervousness.

  “Sergei,” he growls, his voice deep. I open my mouth in shock. He is calling his boss right now?

  I didn’t know who he would be calling, but I didn’t think it would be his boss. All thoughts escape my mind as his finger trails my center, slowly entering me while he begins discussing something of importance, I am sure. I can only focus on how good his thick finger feels going in and out of my sore body. I whimper when his mouth covers my core and he hums an answer, sending vibrating sensations throughout my body. I melt down against his desk. Resting my back and head against the warm wood.

  “Nyet,” he barks.

  It causes me to jump slightly, but before I can even sit up to see what has him upset, I feel two fingers glide deep inside of me. I whimper again.

  I love the way his fingers fill my body, how his touch makes me feel—hot, sexy, and wanted. Radimir lazily strokes in and out of me, circling my clit with his thumb and with his tongue until I am panting, wanting so much more. Finally, he flips me over and my body crashes against the desk, my cheek presses against the wood, along with my breasts.

  “Radimir,” I groan as he thrusts inside of me
while his chest presses me even harder against the desk, almost to a point where I can’t breathe. It scares and excites me all at the same time.

  “What a good girl you were, letting me play with that sweet little cunt while I conducted business. What a good blyad I have,” he murmurs against my exposed ear.

  Then his tongue snakes out and he licks the shell, making me sigh with contentment. His chest leaves my back and I feel his cock slide out and then slam back inside of me, pushing my hips against the desk, bruising me. I don’t care—I can’t care.

  “I am going to make this gorgeous ass red, Emiliya,” he growls.

  I hear the crack before I feel the sting against my skin.

  I arch my back in surprise, but Radimir shoves me back down before he slaps me again. I gasp, but accept it as my pussy begins to throb. He continues to slide in and out of me with determined, long strokes as his hands slap my ass over and over, taking turns on each side.

  My body begins to shake. The sensation of the wetness streams down my cheeks, tears falling from my eyes, my body feeling as though it’s going to explode from the pressure. Finally, I come with a scream as my legs give out beneath me.

  Radimir doesn’t slap me again, but he starts to roughly thrust in and out of my body with even more force, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds my hips up. Then I hear him groan before I feel him grow inside of me. His release rushes out of his body and inside of mine. I feel him twitch in my core, and the sensation makes me moan.

  “My kotik, what a good girl I have,” he whispers, his sweaty chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my cheek.

  Radimir slides out of me before he gathers me in his arms and lies us both down on the couch. He arranges my limp body against the arm the couch, with his back against the cushions to my side, so that we are facing each other.

  “Fuck me, you are gorgeous with these tears running down your face.” He traces my stained cheeks as he looks at me with nothing but awe.

  Maybe I should be upset that he spanked me to the point that I cried, that he crushed me beneath him while he fucked me so hard, I swore I saw stars at some point. But when he looks at me like this, like I am this special treasure, I cannot be angry with him. I liked the spanking, and him pressing against me made me feel loved. I felt safe beneath him. I have never felt that way in my entire life.

  “This is all real, Radimir? Will this life we share be real, and will I always feel this wonderful with you?” I ask, repeating some of his concerned words from earlier. He wraps me in his warm arms and pulls me even closer to him. I want to crawl inside of him, he is so comforting.

  “This is real, my kotik. This is all real.” He doesn’t answer my second question, but I hadn’t anticipated him to.

  How can he truly know that I will always feel wonderful with him? Though, I can’t imagine not feeling this way again. I roll throwing my leg over his hips to straddle him. Radimir holds onto my waist and sits upright, placing his feet on the ground.

  “Turn around Em,” he murmurs.

  I shift around awkwardly, so that I am straddling him—my back to his front and my ass practically in his face.

  “How red is it?” I ask.

  I can feel the skin is sensitive. It prickles as he lightly touches the swells of my cheeks.

  “It’s red and fucking gorgeous,” he groans. I don’t say a word, but I take his hand and slide it up to my breast. He gives me a gentle squeeze.

  “Touch me all over, Radimir. I want to take you like this. I want you to fuck me with your eyes feasting on your handiwork,” I say, feeling brave and beautiful all at once.

  He groans as he slides his other hand between my spread legs and starts to flutter his fingers over my swollen, wet center. The door slams open and I am face to face with Erik. He is just inches from my bared body, and I can’t help but scream.

  Radimir rises, and though he is completely naked himself, he doesn’t do anything to cover his body as he throws me onto the couch and steps in front of me.

  “You disrespect me in my own home? You barge through a closed door? The door to my fucking office? For what?” He barks the questions rapidly.

  Erik opens and closes his mouth, like a fish out of water, but doesn’t say a word. Radimir picks up his dress shirt and throws it at me before sliding his boxers on, snatching his gun off of his desk.

  “Please sir… no,” Erik stutters as tears start to stream down his face.

  I watch as Erik falls to his knees. He looks weak. Never have I seen any of my father’s men, or any man, cry and fall to his knees like Erik has just done. It surprises me.

  Radimir slaps him across the face with the back of his hand before pointing the gun to the middle of Erik’s forehead.

  “You do not deserve a punch like a man, Erik. You deserve a slap, like I would give any other woman who defied me. You get on your knees? How can you call yourself Bratva? Bratva gets on their knees for no one,” he roars.

  I take a deep breath. Erik will never leave this office breathing again. This I know for sure.

  “I just… I just wanted to tell you that I moved all of your things, sir, and that Sergei was waiting for you in the foyer. Please. Please don’t kill me,” he begs.

  Radimir laughs manically before he pulls the trigger. I watch in shock as a small red dot forms on Erik’s forehead. Then he falls to the ground in a heap. I try not to think about the rest of the room, or the fact that his brains probably exploded all over Radimir’s lovely carpet. I keep my eyes focused on Radimir, and he turns to focus on me.

  “Are you all right?” Radimir’s eyes go to mine and I stand and walk over to him.

  “I am fine, Radimir. I am all right,” I say, trying not to stare at the slumped form on the floor that was once Erik.

  Radimir wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him tightly, his face just inches from mine, his blue eyes dark and menacing. If I were ever to fear him, it would be in this moment—but all I can do is adore him, even though he has killed a man right in front of me. He is my protector, frightening to the world but a safe place for me to curl into. I know in this exactly moment, he will always keep me safe.

  “He comes in here, disrespectful, sees you bare, and falls to his knees like a pussy at the first thought of pain? He would have been a liability. He would have been a rat and a snitch,” he tells me, as if to explain his actions. He has no need to explain himself to me. I didn’t care much for Erik to begin with.

  I cup his rough cheeks in my hands and search his eyes, showing him that I am not angry.

  “I realize this, Radimir. You do not need to explain it to me,” I brush my lips over his and take his hand in mine, leading him to our guest, stepping over Erik’s body.

  I almost spit on the slumped, still form for the lewd comment he made to me only days ago, but I don’t. I cannot turn into my father.

  “Sergei, I need to call a cleanup crew. Can you hold for just a moment?” Radimir asks as a knock sounds on the door.

  “No need. I heard the scuffle, that is the crew,” Sergei informs him. They act as though this is normal and an everyday occurrence. It probably is.

  Radimir nods and lets the men in. They ignore us and go right to the office.

  “We have problems. Yakov’s woman has disappeared. He has lost her. We do not know if she was taken or has simply taken off. She knows too much, if she has just taken off,” Sergei announces.

  I don’t know who they are talking about. I have never met the woman. As far as I knew, Yakov had no single woman he called his own. I knew that he had been busy with some woman that Gregori had in his care before they eliminated him. I wonder if this could be her?

  “Could this be retaliation from Ivan?” Radimir asks. I gasp, but Sergei shakes his head.

  “We know nothing, Radimir. Absolutely nothing. No ransom demands, no blackmailing. We will have to dig into the underbelly, even farther than we currently reside,” Sergei says with a grimace. Radimir shivers and l
ooks down at me, his eyes unfocused and cloudy.

  “Let us go, then, and meet. We will need a good team.” Radimir suggests. Sergei nods in agreement.

  “The team will be you, me, Pasha, Alex, Maxim and Yakov.”

  “The best, Sergei; we will find her quickly, then,” Radimir offers.

  Radimir and I rush upstairs to quickly shower and change our clothes. Then, the three of us walk out of the apartment to let the crew cleanup the Erik mess. Without a word, we pile into Sergei’s luxury car. The driver pulls out onto the street and takes us the familiar route to Maxim’s home.

  “We will find her, kotik,” Radimir says, holding my hand in his. The move is meant to comfort me, but his hands are like ice. He is scared, and that is not comforting at all.

  When a man with the amount of power that Radimir has is fearful, that means turmoil, a shift of balance; and nothing good can come from that.

  RADIMIR KNOCKS SOFTLY ON the apartment door of Maxim and Haleigh. I am surprised when a beautiful, rough looking man answers the door and lets us walk right inside. Immediately, I look around for our friends, but my eyes clash with Yakov’s.

  I should be angry at him, but I’m not. I rush over to him and wrap my arms around him, hugging him, my brother. With a stiff body he hugs me back and pats me like a child. I almost roll my eyes at him.

  Affection was not something we had as children, but I still yearn to hold my brother, to feel protected by him. I have missed him, and I know that he is hurting in this moment.

  “You did not return my calls,” I scold as I back up and glare at him.

  “I have been busy, Emiliya. You are not the only person on earth whose life has been shifted and uprooted,” he snaps. I take a step back at his hard words and stern voice as I gape up at him.

  “Yakov,” I whisper. He just shakes his head, holding his hand up to me.

  I forget how he can quickly change direction—how his moods can shift so suddenly; a person can easily get whiplash. It is a deplorable trait my father had as well. Yakov comes by it honestly.

  “I do not wish to fight with you, sister, not when I need you to help me,” he states. I cringe. Isn’t that normal in our lives? Don’t fight with someone because you may need to use them later.