Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) by Hayley Faiman Read Free Book Online

her,” he says.
    “We are to be married within five days’ time,” I explain. He nods with a hint of a smile on his lips before turning around. He has torturing to get to, and Sergei loves his torturing.
    I decide to grab some water and head upstairs, back to my Emiliya. I am going to hold her for the night and hope that tomorrow she will accept me into her life, into her body, and eventually into her heart. She has already begun to worm her way into mine.
    Little does she know that all she must do is ask, and she will have whatever it is she wishes. Even if it is to leave me, I will give her anything. That makes me a pussy, I know, but when it comes to women, that is what I am. I aim to rectify this, this time around. Emiliya will not have the opportunity to feign shyness from me. I will not allow it.
    I take everything off of my body except for my boxers. I usually sleep nude, but Emiliya would probably be terrified if she woke with my hard cock pressed against her perfect ass. And it will be, since I haven’t been laid in a few weeks.
    I lie down and wrap my kotik in my arms, feeling her soft as fuck body pressed against mine. I have to hold myself back from taking her right here and now when she lets out a small moan and then snuggles into me.

 
    I WAKE UP SWEATING, and there is something heavy on my stomach. I try to roll away, but the heaviness tightens around me and pulls me closer, making me pry open my eyes. I look around at my surroundings.
    I am not in my room. No , my room is all white and plain. This space is painted dark blue and has brightly colored modern paintings on the walls. I slowly try to scoot away again, but what I can guess is an arm pulls me, slamming me against a hard body. I feel who must be Radimir and his… his… himself pressing against my ass, and I still.
    “I like you here in my bed, kotik . Do not try to get away so quickly,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck.
    One of Radimir’s hands starts to slowly rub against the bare skin of my stomach and I realize that I’m wearing nothing but my bra and panties.
    “H-h-how did I get here?” I whisper, closing my eyes tightly. My body is melting into Radimir’s, welcoming his soothing, soft touch.
    “I couldn’t leave you alone after everything last night. I am sorry for accusing you the way I did. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t nice.” His lips touch my shoulder as his hand travels down to the waistband of my panties.
    My stomach quivers and I suck in a breath at his intimate touch. This feels absolutely nothing like the one and only time I was intimate with a man.
    “I want to touch you, Em. I want to feel you,” he murmurs against my ear. His breath is hot, and his lips touch my skin as his fingers dip just below my panties.
    “I-I…” Words fail me, my body is burning for him. I want him to touch me. I want to feel his hands all over me, but what does that make me? What does it all mean?
    “I take care of you, kotik . I will make it good, believe me,” he pleads.
    I bite my bottom lip and nod. What am I saving myself for, anyway? This is the man I have been given to, bartered for. Though the cause is different from my father’s, it has been a barter, nonetheless. I am still not free. I have never been, nor will I ever be free. But being trapped and kept by Radimir doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, anymore.
    This man will soon be my husband, and I should try to make my life as joyful as possible.
    “So sweet, Em, so very sweet,” he murmurs as his hand travels down to my center.
    I feel him slowly run his finger through my pulsing, heated core before he rubs my clit softly. Radimir’s lips kiss behind my ear, sending a wave of want throughout my body. I have pleasured myself a few times, but never did it feel like this; never did my heart race like I was running a marathon; and never did I ache for more.
    “Radimir,” I whimper, wrapping my hand around his strong forearm.
    “Yes, Emiliya. Does that