Forever my Badman (Russian Bratva Book 7)

by Hayley Faiman

  “You want my cock? You want my cock to fill that tight little cunt, don’t you, lapochka?”

  “Please, Mikhail,” I shamelessly plead.

  I watch as he undresses completely before he grunts, “Roll over.”

  I do as he asks and quickly roll over onto my stomach. I start to rise to my hands and knees, but Mika grabs my hips and yanks them back, his cock filling me in one, smooth thrust.

  “Holy shit, that feel’s so fucking good,” I moan, unable to hold back.

  “Coconut oil,” he grunts, sounding as though he’s holding back a moan of his own.

  Without another word, Mika starts to fuck me. It’s wild and hard, and his fingers bite into the skin at my hips, but I accept it all—every single thrust. It’s Mika, and it’s beautiful. My fists grip the sheets as he takes me, his body meeting mine each and every time with his strong body pounding against me.

  “Mikhail,” I gasp as I feel my orgasm rush through me without warning.

  “Fucking shit, squeeze me, lapochka. Oksana, fuck,” he grinds out. Then I feel him still inside of me, his cock twitching as he fills me with his release.

  Mika gently pulls out of me but he doesn’t walk away. He tugs me back against his front and wraps me in his arms, one around my breasts and the other between my legs. I let out a groan when two of his fingers slide inside of me.

  “You’re so wet with the combination of our climaxes,” he whispers. “The marks I gave you have faded. I want to mark you all over again,” he rumbles.

  “I was seriously marked up, Mika. You can’t do it like that again,” I moan as I spread my thighs and start to ride his hand.

  “How about I mark you where it won’t be seen, yeah?” he asks as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit.

  “Shit, yeah, okay,” I breathe.

  “Do you like my fingers fucking you with my cum still inside of you?” he asks as he sucks on my neck.

  “You’re dirty,” I laugh.

  “Mmm, but you like it. Your body tells me that being this dirty is a turn on,” he chuckles.

  “Anything you do is a turn on,” I admit.

  “Come on my fingers, my cum in your sweet cunt, my baby in your belly,” he rasps.

  I do as he asks. My thighs shake as my back bows, and I come all over his fingers. He groans and continues to fuck me until my body relaxes. Then he slips his fingers from inside of me and leaves me boneless in bed before he returns with a cloth and joins me beneath the sheets. He cleans between my legs before he throws the cloth across the room.

  “Sleep,” he murmurs, pulling me against his body again.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I fall asleep quickly—sated from my massage and my two blinding orgasms. I don’t know that Mika doesn’t sleep a wink. I don’t hear him when he receives a phone call. And I don’t hear him leave the apartment.

  But when I wake up, he’s gone.

  I don’t think its unusual, as he’s usually gone when I wake up, but something is heavy in the air—and it’s foreboding.

  I STRETCH AND GROAN as I reach beside me and frown when I find Mika’s side of the bed cold and empty. I turn and open my eyes as my frown deepens. His side of the bed looks exactly as it did when I slid beneath the sheets last night. It’s untouched. He didn’t come home. I reach for my phone and find no messages to explain his absence.

  Climbing out of bed, I use the restroom before I make my way into the living room and kitchen. Coffee isn’t really an option, so I open the fridge to grab some apple juice, a new obsession for whatever reason.

  I then find the apple cinnamon bread that Quinn dropped off the day before and cut a slice for myself. Standing over the kitchen sink, shoving apple bread in my mouth, is how Mika finds me when he waltzes through the front door.

  “Lapochka,” he smiles as he walks directly toward me and presses his lips to my temple. “Smells good.”

  I hold a piece up for him, and he takes it from my hand, making sure to lick my fingers as he does. It sends a shiver over me, almost allowing me to forget that he was gone all night long.

  “Where were you last night?” I ask as I turn around in his arms, looking up into his eyes.

  He looks tired. His hair is a mess, and I have a feeling, if I look down at his suit, I would find it messy and wrinkled.

  “I was at the club all night. Some shit went down,” he shrugs, taking a step back, his eyes avoiding mine.

  “Mika, please don’t lie. Tell me what’s happened,” I murmur.

  He shakes his head as if he’s wrestling with something and then smiles at me, his hand reaching out to wrap around my belly.

  “How is my boy?” he asks.

  “Mikhail, please, tell me,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head before he looks up at me. I almost gasp at the sadness that crosses over his face. He hides it quickly, but I see it.

  “It’s nothing,” he murmurs.

  “A woman?” I ask as I bite my bottom lip.

  Mika’s eyes snap to mine, and I watch as his jaw clenches. Then a muscle in his cheek jumps before he’s crowding me, his body moving toward mine and pushing my ass against the counter. I hold my breath as his face dips and his lips move close to mine, almost touching, but not quite.

  “Are you trying to piss me off?” he asks on a growl.

  I shake my head slightly, but it happens as more of a jerk.

  “No other women, Oksana. You carry my son inside of you. There is no other woman that can even compare to your beauty, to the way you feel when I’m inside of you, or the way that you make me feel when I’m not. You are mine. I am yours. I love you, Oksana,” he grunts.

  “It happens even when you love someone, and I’m only getting fatter, and you’re hiding things. I can tell. There’s something that happened last night, and you aren’t telling me,” I whisper.

  “It doesn’t happen when you love someone, lapochka. I’m sorry your father is a piece of shit and your view of marriage is now twisted because of him,” he grinds out as he wraps his hand around the side of my neck. “But there is only you for me, Oksana, and only me for you. There is no room for anyone else in my life except the children we create together.”

  I bite on my bottom lip and nod, my eyes still connected with his. Mika presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss, his eyes still looking straight into mine. When his tongue sneaks out and traces my lips, I close my eyes on a moan and allow him inside. His hands wrap around my hips, and he picks me up, setting my ass on the edge of the counter. I spread my thighs as his hips fit themselves between them, his mouth devouring mine.

  I reach between our bodies and I unbuckle his belt, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pushing them down with my feet. Mika bats my hands out of the way when I reach for his boxer briefs. He glides his finger beneath the center of my panties and slides them through my wet center before he dips two inside of me.

  “Mikhail,” I breathe as I let my head fall back.

  Mika’s lips travel down my neck and suck my breast into his mouth from the outside of my soft cotton nightgown. His teeth nip at the hardened bud of my nipple while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, my fingers digging into him as my hips roll, searching for more.

  His hand leaves my body and then I feel something cold against my hip. I look down with a gasp as he uses the knife I’d just cut bread with to cut off my panties—Cut. Them. Off. Before I can say anything, he’s inside of me, filling me as he tugs me closer to the edge, closer to his body.

  “You fit around me, Oksana. No other woman, no other women. If I have to explain this shit again, I’m going to be fucking livid,” he growls as he slams into me.

  The counter against my ass is going to leave a bruise, but my focus is only on Mika, on his words and the way he makes me feel. His thrusts send heat throughout my entire body, causing me to climb toward my release quickly.

  “Okay,” I nod, looking into his eyes.

  “W
e are not Pasha and Sonia. We are Mikhail and Oksana,” he grunts as he continues to fuck the breath out of me. “We are Mikhail and Oksana,” he grinds out again as his thumb presses against my clit.

  My legs spasm, and I squeeze them harder around his hips, making him groan. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and then his mouth wraps around my nipple from the top of my shirt. He bites down, sending me over the edge. I come on a sob. His hips don’t stop, they don’t slow, and his thrusts become erratic, until he buries his face in my neck and groans with his own release.

  “I love you, Mikhail,” I whisper.

  “Mmm, love you too, Oksana,” he rumbles against my skin.

  Without another word, he slides his hands under my thighs and carries me to our bedroom, his semi-erect cock still buried inside of me. I press my mouth against his neck and taste his skin. It’s salty, but familiar, and it’s just Mika.

  He doesn’t take us to bed, but rather, he walks into the shower before he sets me down and starts the water, pointing it away from us to heat up before he helps me remove all of my clothes and then does the same with his own.

  “Will you tell me, once everything is finished? Whatever it is, will you let me know?”

  “Yeah,” he grunts as he washes my body with soap.

  Our shower is long, and we enjoy exploring each other’s bodies, but we don’t take it too far. Mika places his hand on my growing belly and asks if he was too rough, and I spend ten minutes assuring him that he wasn’t and that it was good, really good.

  “I’m beat, lapochka. I’m going to spend the day sleeping. We can do dinner before I have to head back to the club,” he announces once we’re dried off from our shower.

  “Leonie, Quinn, her friend Kristy, and I were going to go shopping for baby stuff,” I announce. He gives me a lopsided grin.

  “Take Ony and Ustin with you, yeah?” he grunts as he slides into bed.

  “Okay, Mika,” I say as I turn and walk into my closet.

  I quickly change into a pair of skinny, dark washed jeans, which, luckily, have a ton of lycra in them. Nothing else in my closet, aside from leggings, really fits me anymore. I’m going to have to go maternity clothes shopping, as well. I wonder if Ony and Ustin will club me over the head and drag me back home if I try to talk them into adding that to today’s agenda?

  I pull my sage green top over my belly, glad that I started buying looser fitting clothes a while ago. It still fits, even if it is a bit snug around my mid-section. I slide my feet into flat sandals and grab my purse before I walk over to my nightstand and unplug my phone from its charger.

  Mika is asleep already, and his deep breathing and soft snores fill the quiet room. I make my way over to his side and sit down before I place a kiss on his cheek. He doesn’t stir at all, clearly exhausted from whatever he was doing all night long. I wish I knew, but I’m glad that he’s agreed to tell me when he can.

  I step outside of my condo, locking the door behind me. We’re all meeting at Quinn’s before we go shopping. I know that I’m secure in the building, so as long as I don’t step outside, I don’t have to wait for an escort. Especially now, since Mika handled that Cartel business with my father.

  “Oh, excuse me,” a woman says as I practically run her over once I’ve turned around from locking the door.

  “Umm, can I help you?” I ask, taking in the leggy brunette.

  She’s beautiful. She’s got on a little too much makeup for the daytime, and her dress is skintight and extremely short, but she’s a pretty woman.

  “I’m here for Mika. He knows me,” she grins with a wink.

  “He knows you?” I ask as my hackles instantly rise.

  “Yes. It’s been a while, but we have a standing appointment. I heard he was back from his trip,” she shrugs as she steps around me and produces a key, proceeding to unlock my condo door.

  I stand like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing a few times while she opens the door and starts to walk inside. Before she can close the door behind herself, I slap my hand against it, stopping it from closing. She looks at me with surprise.

  “Can I help you?” she asks, returning my own question.

  “I’m sure you can. Who are you?” I ask, trying not to scream in her face.

  “Belka,” she announces. It’s as if my stomach drops to the floor.

  Belka, whose underwear I found under Mika’s bed when I first arrived. Belka that didn’t matter—that was no one. Belka, who has a fucking key, and apparently, a standing appointment.

  I step inside of the condo and I slam the door behind me, Belka’s eyes widening. I watch as they finally sweep over my body, focusing on my middle before they snap back up to mine.

  “Mika,” I scream. She narrows her eyes before she smirks.

  “What? You don’t like to share?” she asks, tilting her head to the side. “It’s just business,” she shrugs.

  “Business?” I ask in surprise.

  “Yeah, I’m his whore. You don’t know? How cute. Another Bratva man keeping his woman in the dark, just like Ziven did to Quinn,” she laughs.

  I don’t get a chance to ask her about Ziven and Quinn because Mika walks in, completely naked. When I catch his dark blue eyes, they widen in surprise at who is standing with me in the entryway.

  “Your whore is here for her standing appointment, Mika,” I announce before I turn and open the door, walking away.

  I hear Mika call my name, but I completely ignore him. Instead, I hurry as quickly as I can to Quinn’s condo and pound on the door, looking back to see if Mika is on my tail. Quinn opens the door and I slip inside, slamming and locking it behind me.

  “What’s happened?” Ustin barks before Quinn can even say a word.

  “I’m fine. It’s fine,” I murmur, refusing to look into anyone’s eyes.

  “It’s not, and you’re not,” Quinn states.

  “You and Mika get into it?” Kristy asks. It’s then that I finally look around to see that everybody is staring at me.

  Quinn, Leonie, Ustin, Ony, and Kristy. I don’t nod. I don’t do anything but stare at them. That’s when Quinn wraps her hand around mine, then she walks us toward a bathroom, Leonie and Kristy close behind.

  “What happened?” Quinn urges.

  I close my eyes tightly and try not to cry. I fucking hate to cry. I breathe through my nose and then, when the overwhelming urge to cry slowly ebbs away, I open my eyes and speak.

  “Mika’s whore came just as I was leaving. He swore to me that whatever they had was over, she was nothing. He was gone all night long, didn’t come home until this morning, and when I questioned him, he got angry that I even thought he could have been with another woman,” I explain before I take a deep breath and continue. “She had a key. She unlocked my condo, our condo door, and walked in like she was expected—like she’d done it a million times.”

  “Shit,” Kristy rumbles.

  “She told me that Bratva men keep their women in the dark and mentioned you and Ziven,” I explain. Quinn’s eyes narrow.

  “That brunette bitch. That’s who she was seeing when she came looking for Ziven,” Quinn growls, looking up to Kristy.

  “They’re one in a hundred, Oksana. Just because she’s been with him, it doesn’t mean that it was recently,” she explains, sounding far too calm and rational.

  I want to rip his fucking dick off and feed it to him, maybe I’ll call Timofei to do it for me.

  A knock on the bathroom door interrupts my thoughts of maiming my husband.

  “Oksana, come out of there,” Mika demands.

  “Nyet,” I bark. “Poshyel k chyertu,” I shout through the door, telling him to go to hell.

  He says something in response in Russian, but he says it too quickly and I don’t understand him. I don’t bother asking him, or even attempting to open the door. I decide to stay silent.

  Fuck. Him.

  “Oksana, open this goddamn door or I’ll break it down,” he growls.

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bsp; “Go ahead. I don’t give a fuck. I am not opening this door,” I announce haughtily.

  All three women look at me with shocked, wide eyes.

  “Oksana, don’t taunt him,” Quinn suggests.

  I don’t say a word, choosing to stare at the door, waiting for it to burst open at any second. A few minutes later, a softer knock causes me to jump slightly.

  “You can come out. He’s gone,” Ustin rumbles.

  I unlock the door and come face to face with Ustin, Ony, Ziven, and my brother.

  “Oksana, we need to talk,” Timofei grunts.

  He’s the only man that I would step out of this bathroom for right now. When he holds out his hand for me, I reach out and slip mine into it. Together, we walk toward what I assume to be Ziven’s office. Once we’re inside, he closes the door behind me and guides me over to the sofa, sitting next to me before he faces me. I do the same, matching his position.

  “You’re mad because he fucked Belka before you were even together?” Timofei asks, looking genuinely confused.

  “Nyet,” I snap. “I’m mad because when I found her fucking skanky underwear underneath his bed, he told me that she was nothing, nobody, and that she didn’t matter. She has a fucking key to his front door. That isn’t nobody, Timofei, and you fucking know it.”

  Timofei’s eyes widen and he looks a little taken aback by what I’ve just revealed. “Plus, she informed me that they have a standing appointment. Now that he’s back, they can get back to their routine,” I say, waving my hand around.

  “You’re pregnant and hormonal. You need to relax, Sana,” he says, trying to calm me down. All it does is piss me off more.

  “I’m not fucking irrational,” I growl. “You know I’m not. He promised me, Timofei. He promised me that there was nobody else, and I believed him. He made me look like a fool,” I whisper as tears finally well in my eyes.

  I don’t stop them from falling. My brother is one of the only people who has ever really seen me cry.

  “Sana,” he whispers as he scoots closer to me and pulls me into his arms. “You know she means nothing. He wouldn’t lie about that.”

  “But he’d lie about continuing to fuck her,” I state. It’s not a question, and Timofei knows it.