Forever my Badman (Russian Bratva Book 7)

by Hayley Faiman

  I turn and stand, running toward him before I throw myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his own around my waist and bends down, shoving his face in my neck and inhaling the scent of me as he holds me tightly against him, my belly pressing into him.

  “You’re okay,” I breathe.

  “I am,” he rasps.

  I take a step back, but his hands wrap around my hips to halt me from moving more than arm’s reach away. Lifting my arms, I cup his cheeks with my palms and I search his eyes for some kind of explanation as to where he’s been. I see nothing but love and relief pouring from his gaze, and it fills me with warmth.

  “How are you and my boy?” he asks.

  “We’re good. Mika, it’s time to talk to me,” I state.

  He nods with a heavy sigh and releases his grasp on my hips, but grabs one of my hands and tugs me toward the bedroom. I follow him without protest. I don’t just want to know what happened, I need to know. Above that, I deserve to know.

  “I need a shower,” he mutters, releasing my hand as soon as we walk over the threshold of the bedroom door.

  “You need to talk to me,” I deadpan.

  “I know, and I swear I will. Just let me wash off, yeah?”

  I press my lips together to avoid screaming as I nod my head in agreement. I sit down on the edge of the bed as he closes the bathroom door behind him, and I wait.

  Luckily, his shower is short; but it’s still too long for me. By the time he’s walking back into the room, I’m about ready to explode.

  “Let me put on some clothes, lapochka,” he murmurs with a grin on his lips.

  I watch as he walks into the closet, and within just a few minutes, he’s back. He sits next to me, and I turn slightly so that I can see him better as I wait. He sighs and runs his hand over his face before he tells me the story. A story I’m completely shocked to hear was going on this entire time. Then I start to become angry.

  My fucking father.

  That fucking asshole.

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I ask when he concludes his explanation.

  “I didn’t want to worry or upset you. Clearly, you would have been upset,” he says with a grin.

  “My father didn’t cancel the hit on my husband, on the father of my child! Of course, I’m upset. He wanted your head on his desk. I’m beyond upset, Mikhail. I’m livid,” I snap.

  “It’s over with now,” he says, trying to hold back a laugh.

  “I don’t care what it is. My father did it. It’s far from over,” I growl.

  “Let the men handle it, yeah?” he says through his chuckles.

  “You men didn’t handle it all that well. You were fucking kidnapped.”

  “Lapochka, it’s all okay, it’s going to be okay. Please, you don’t need to be upset. It will all be handled,” he whispers as he pulls me close. He rests his hand on the back of my head while his lips touch the top of it.

  “I was so scared, Mikhail,” I whisper as my body shakes slightly.

  “I apologize for scaring you. I promised I’d tell you when I could, and I have, haven’t I?” he asks.

  I tip my head back and narrow my eyes at him, irritated and annoyed that, to a degree, he’s absolutely correct. I’m still mad, though. He left me so worried.

  “Anything like this happens again, and you make me wait weeks, months, to find out what’s going on, I will not forgive you so easily,” I snap.

  “Mmm, but you forgive me now, yeah?” he whispers as he drops his head and presses his lips to mine.

  “Of course, I do,” I sigh.

  Mika slips his tongue inside of my mouth and consumes me. He tastes me as though he’s been starved of me for months, rather than just a few days. I grab onto his t-shirt, clutching him with the same desperation as he is showing me. Yes, it’s been mere days, but I, too, feel desperate and starved for him.

  “Take off your clothes and turn around,” he whispers as his lips trail down the column of my neck.

  With a whimper, I do exactly as he asks, crawling toward the center of the bed completely naked. I look over my shoulder at him and watch as he divests himself of his clothes before he joins me. I moan when his hands travel up the backs of my thighs to my ass and gives me a rough squeeze. Then his fingers slide through the crack of my ass, and I shiver before he reaches my wet center.

  “Wet, fuck, so wet,” he rasps as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me.

  “Mikhail,” I sigh.

  “Missed you. Missed this. Missed us,” he says as he presses his thumb against my clit.

  I’m unable to hold still, my hips doing their own thing and searching for more of everything he’s giving me.

  “I need more, Mika, please,” I shamelessly beg.

  He laughs. The sound is low, but he doesn’t stop his movements. Instead, he moves his other hand, playing with my breasts and nipples, not giving me what I want. I give up asking for more as I let my head fall back against his shoulder. I turn so that my lips graze the underside of his jaw.

  “You’re so good to me, Oksana,” he rasps. “Such a good woman, a good Bratva wife. You’re going to be a good mother, and my good whore in bed.”

  I gasp at his choice of words and try to jerk away from him, but he doesn’t let me move even an inch.

  “You are. Believe it or not, accept it or not. You are mine, and that also makes you my whore—but only right here in our bed, and only for me, yeah?”

  “That doesn’t sound nice,” I scold. It comes out breathy instead of angry sounding.

  “Mmm, maybe not. But I’m not really a nice man.”

  “Yes, you are, Mikhail. You’ve saved me; you’ve killed for me,” I say as my legs shake. I feel my body climbing but unable to peak.

  “I’ve killed for you, yeah. That makes me, by definition, not nice,” he chuckles. “Killing isn’t nice. But I do it, I’ve done it, and I’ll do it again. Pisses me off that I can’t cut off Ewan’s head and deliver it to your father, myself. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes he’s been bested.”

  “I don’t want to talk about him right now,” I groan as he starts to work me a little more—a little harder, and a little faster.

  “Yeah, well, I have a half a mind to video record you while my cock’s inside of your tight cunt, your screams of pleasure filling the room from my touch and sending it to him,” he growls. Then his hand is gone as his cock drives up inside of me.

  “Mika,” I cry.

  “Fuck, so tight,” he groans. “This pussy is mine, Oksana. It’s only for me. Nobody else sees it, touches it, or feels the way it wraps around a cock so tight. Goddamn.”

  “Mikhail,” I shout. “Shut the fuck up.”

  He laughs, and it comes out as a boom while he fills me with his cock. I whimper, and a few minutes later, I’m soaring as I come so hard, I almost see stars. Mika’s hands grasp onto my hips roughly while he jerks inside of me, and then he fills me with his own release.

  “Don’t want me to send that to your papa?” he asks as he lies us on our sides.

  “You’re disgusting.” I scrunch my nose up at his words, which only makes him smile.

  We fall asleep, both exhausted from the past few days, both sated and relieved that it appears to be all over.

  Finally, we can breathe easy.

  “Have you seen what he looks like?” Shannon asks me while we paint our nails.

  “No,” I admit, shaking my head.

  “He could be an ugly troll,” she says, widening her eyes.

  “He could,” I admit on a nod. “Shhh,” I whisper as I hear voices float up from my dad’s office.

  He doesn’t realize that I can hear everything he says from my bedroom. The things I’ve heard, they could probably get me killed; but I’ll never tell a soul, and neither will Shannon. We’re mob-daughters. We know how to keep our mouths shut, because we’ve seen what happens when you don’t.

  “You know he’s going to take over
and then Devyn will be married to the king of Brighton Beach,” Shannon’s father, Rooney, announces.

  Oh, shit. King of Brighton Beach. That sounds like a big fucking deal. My eyes widen, and I turn to Shannon, whose eyes are just as big.

  “Good. Mean’s I’ll have some pull and contacts when I need it. Would have married her off to the old man anyway, if he’d wanted her,” dad says. I can practically see his indifference.

  It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m used to him not giving much of a shit about me. He cares about my brothers and my oldest sister, but I’m worth nothing to him. The youngest of eight and completely useless.

  Until now, apparently.

  “I don’t know how you can do this, deliver her to them. They’re barbaric,” Rooney says.

  “They’re no different than us,” he shrugs.

  “This guy asked for the head of his son-in-law delivered to his fucking desk. Patrick, that is not normal. That is not only a part of his own organization, his own family, but literally part of his family,” Rooney says, trying to talk some sense into my da.

  “Well, we won’t have to worry about him anymore when Devyn’s new husband gets rid of him, now will we?” dad chuckles.

  “Yeah, we won’t have to worry at all, considering we’re talking about a man who is going to have to kill his own father, no big deal,” Rooney grunts. I hear the office door slam.

  “Holy shit,” Shannon whispers.

  “Did I? Did I hear that right?” I ask, turning to face her.

  “The part where your fiancé is going to kill his father to dethrone him? Or, the part where your future-father-in-law asked for the head of his son-in-law to be delivered on his desk?” she asks as her bottom lip trembles.

  “So, I heard it all right, then,” I whisper just as a knock sounds on my door.

  “Time to head out, Shannon,” Rooney calls.

  “Coming, da,” she says as she stands. “I’m scared for you Dev,” she whispers as she slides her sandals on and walks toward my bedroom door, slipping out before I can respond.

  “Me, too.”

  “When do you meet her?” Ziven asks Timofei.

  We’re all sitting down to dinner at a restaurant. A whole Denver family dinner. I can’t help but smile as I look around at our little group. Timofei, Ziven, Quinn, Ustin, Leonie, Oksana and me. I’ve been home for less than a week and took some time to spend alone with Oksana, but everyone had been worried. We decided to do a little celebration for my return.

  “Five months, our engagement party” he grunts.

  “That soon?” I ask in surprise. “I thought that you had more time.”

  “Nope. Marrying her on her eighteenth birthday. Already met with the wedding planner for whatever shit she needed from me,” he grins.

  “Timofei, you didn’t,” Oksana gasps. I look over to her. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is hanging open slightly.

  “What?” Timofei asks with a smirk.

  “You didn’t… with the wedding planner,” she says, furrowing her brow as her lips make a straight line.

  Timofei only shrugs as he reaches for his tumbler of vodka. Oksana growls as she sits back in her seat but doesn’t say anything else to him, turning to talk to the girls.

  “We have a meeting as soon as the other men arrive tomorrow,” Ziven announces. I nod.

  Oksana’s surprise baby shower is tomorrow, and the men, along with their wives, have started flying in this afternoon. I glance down the table at my wife and grin. She’s got one hand on her rounded belly and the other is waving around. I let out a sigh and lean back when I feel Ziven’s hand on my shoulder. He gives me a slap.

  “We’re lucky fucks, aren’t we?” he asks with a grin.

  “Almost wasn’t so lucky,” I mutter.

  “Same here,” he grunts. I nod.

  It’s true. His wife was almost sold into slavery, and he would have never known. We are lucky. We’re also the kind of men who know exactly how lucky we are. Our women, they mean more to us than anything else in this fucking world. I’d betray the Bratva to keep my Oksana safe. I’ve never felt that way about another person in my entire life.

  “Meeting tomorrow at noon?” I ask as I stand up, feeling too on edge to stay out in public. I need to get my wife home.

  “Noon, my place,” Ziven murmurs.

  “Oksana, time to go,” I rumble.

  She tips her head back slightly to look up at me from her seated position, and she grins. It’s a blissful smile, something I’ve come to realize is different from all of the smiles I’d received in the past. This is a smile uninhibited. She had been stressed, feeling nervous and worried when that’s not what I’d wanted her to feel at all. I’d thought that I had been hiding it well, but my lapochka saw right through me.

  “Okay, see you all tomorrow,” Oksana says as she stands from her seat.

  “Noon. We’ll do lunch and get the rest of Misha’s necessities,” Quinn says with a smile and a wink.

  I shake my head at how awful these women are at keeping surprises. Placing my hand at the small of Oksana’s back, I guide her toward the door. It’s a bit chilly outside, so I’m not surprised when she wraps her arms around me and curls into my side, burrowing in to take my warmth.

  “You know, we’re not really going shopping tomorrow,” Oksana announces after I’ve started the car.

  “You’re not?” I ask, arching a brow toward the windshield, trying to keep from laughing.

  “It’s a surprise baby shower at Leonie’s,” she says with a grin. “I’m so excited, though.”

  “I’m glad, lapochka,” I murmur as I reach over and squeeze her thigh.

  “I hope Aleksandra comes,” she sighs. “I haven’t talked to her in a while, and I haven’t seen her since that awful dinner party of my father’s,” she shrugs.

  “You miss your friend?” I ask, but it’s more of an observation than a question.

  “Yeah,” she sighs.

  “Even if she doesn’t come to your shower, I’ll get her here for you,” I promise as I park the car in the parking garage of our building.

  “Really?” she asks as a huge smile appears on her face and her eyes widen with delight.

  I wrap my hand around the side of her neck. “Mmm, yeah,” I grunt. I would do it, just to see this look on her face. Fuck. “Time to go upstairs.”

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  I can’t help but smile back at her before I press my lips to hers. Yeah, I would bring her friend here anytime she wanted, just to get this soft, sweet, smile on her face and see her eyes brighten with delight.

  Fuck yeah.

  I MOAN AS MIKA guides me down on his cock, filling and stretching me the way only he can. I let my head fall back, and one of his hands slides up my spine and twists in the strands of my hair. I ride him, slow and with purpose. One of my hands holds onto the headboard for support, the other clasping the back of his other hand at my breast.

  “Oksana,” he growls.

  “Sshhh,” I reprimand. A sting rolls through me as his hand lands on the side of my ass before it returns to my hair. “Mikhail,” I breathe with a shiver. It only causes him to growl.

  “Speed it up, lapochka. Not sure how much longer I can hold on,” he grunts, sounding annoyed.

  I want to hurry up, because I’m on the edge myself, but it feels so good. Slowly taking him in my body and letting our connection warm me from the inside out, it feels like heaven, and I don’t want it to end. I want to stay just like this—forever.

  “Mikhail,” I sigh. It’s the only word that will come to the surface as I slowly ride my husband.

  Then, the hand at my breast, the one I’m resting my own on top of, squeezes me before traveling down between our legs at our connection.

  “Touch yourself, Oksana. Come all over me,” he rasps.

  I tip my head down and bite on my bottom lip as I do what he’s asked. I touch myself, his cock inside of me and his eyes directed at our connection. His free hand
moves back toward my hip, and he wraps his fingers around me, holding onto my hair and my hip tightly.

  “Moya vozlyublennaya,” he moans.

  His sweetheart.

  I will never, not ever, tire of him calling me this. My release rushes through me like a freight train, and its velocity surprises me, catching me off guard. I gasp as my eyes widen, and then I cry out as my climax takes over.

  Mika groans as his fingers tighten even more, and then he thrusts his hips up, filling me over and over again while I lamely take what he gives me. I’m unable to even attempt to move, my strength completely gone from my body.

  When he stills with a grunt, I feel his release fill me. He adjusts us, lying me on my side against his warm body, and throws my legs over his. As we face each other, his cock still inside of me, he gently slides in and out of me, his eyes focused on mine.

  I cup his cheeks with my palm as his hand slides from my hip to my thigh. He squeezes my flesh before he moves his fingertips up my side to rest around my neck, his thumb pressing against my lips.

  “I hope you have a wonderful day, lapochka,” he whispers.

  I lick the pad of his thumb as I squeeze my pussy around his softening but still semi-erect cock, causing him to groan.

  “With a beginning like this, how could today not be absolutely perfect?” I whisper.

  “Mmm,” he hums before he moves his hand and replaces his thumb on my mouth with his lips. His kiss is slow, soft, and gentle. His hand moving down to rest on my belly. “Take care of my boy today, and have fun, yeah?”

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  He chuckles, and the movement causes me to lose his cock from inside of me. It makes us groan simultaneously, and then I smile up at him as he shakes his head and slides off of the bed.

  “Come and take a shower,” he murmurs softly as he holds his hand out for me. I slip my palm into his, and, together, we shower.

  I knock on the door, straightening my dress before fixing the shoulders and tugging them down a little more. I’m wearing a soft pink, all lace dress that is tight and fitted from chest to knee. But the shoulders are my favorite. The dress is off the shoulder, with a wide panel of lace all the way across that hangs to my elbows. It feels very seventies and flower child. My hair is in loose rings, and my shoes are nude colored wedges.