Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (10 page)

The next morning, I dress in a tight, cream pencil skirt and a jeweled-tone, purple silk blouse that unbuttons enough to show off some of my cleavage. I finish the ensemble with a pair of nude spiked high heels. I smooth out my long black hair and apply the perfect amount of makeup, making it dramatic without looking like a prostitute.

I am going to confront Radimir.

I walk outside of the apartment and see Erik standing right next to the door.

“Take me to him,” I order. He blinks.

“He does not wish this, Emiliya,” Erik warns.

I turn and face him, my meek, sad self gone, my mask now in place. If he thought yesterday was bad, today will be a million times worse.

“Do not address me so informally. I am Ms. Chekova, and you will take me to him,” I demand.

Erik’s eyes flash in anger. I want to shrink away from him, but I don’t. I stand my ground. He mutters something, sounding very close to calling me a cunt, and I want to laugh at him. I slide into the luxury car as Erik speeds off toward wherever Radimir is staying now that he has left me.

Radimir talked sweetly to me, held me, then he turned on me completely. His demeanor changed suddenly, threatening me, and I want to know why. I will not allow him to do this to me and then walk away, only to ignore me. It isn’t fair and I won’t stand for it.

I talk such a big talk, but my stomach is full of butterflies and my head pounds with fear.

Once we arrive at a posh building, Erik walks ahead of me and unlocks a door, waving his arm for me to walk onwards. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. If I thought Ruslan was an asshole, this guy has him beat by a thousand.
He makes Ruslan look like my BFF.

I walk into the apartment and my eyes are assaulted by a stripper pole in middle of the room. On the pole, there is a woman arching back, her body completely bare. Radmir’s dark haired head is leaning back against the couch.

“Bend over, show me your pussy,” he slurs.

It doesn’t sound right. He doesn’t sound himself. I decide to keep my mouth shut so that I might see exactly what is going to happen. I am under no illusion that he has been pining over me; and though I do not love him, I don’t want him to be able to move on from me so quickly. He hurt me, yes, but I still feel like I have some kind of claim over him—even if it is just in my own mind. Men like Radimir are never claimed by women. They claim, then they do as they wish.

I watch as the girl bends over with her legs spread, showing Radimir her very intimate body parts. My stomach lurches at the sight, and then he slurs again, telling her to shove her fingers inside of her body. I almost growl, but I don’t. I stay quiet, even though it is killing me.

“You aren’t even wet,” Radimir barks. He throws a glass full of liquid at her, hitting her in the thigh. She yelps and stands up, turning to face him with a look of pure panic on her face.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers. I look into her eyes. She can’t be more than sixteen years old, and I feel pity for her.

“Worthless whore. How do you expect to make any money if your pussy stays dry when you’re touching yourself? What happens when a man touches you? Trust me, no man wants a whore who is dry as the fucking desert. It’s a fantasy. You are supposed to be goddamned fucking perfect,” he screams. I watch as her lips tremble and he yells at her to leave his sight.

I silently stare as the girl leaves with tears streaking down her pretty, young face. Then I slowly walk around the couch to face him. Radimir’s head is hanging low and he looks so sad, his shoulders slumped and his demeanor completely broken. I clear my throat and his head shoots up. Once his eyes catch mine, he draws his eyebrows up in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he growls. I press my lips together.

“You left without a word,” I say, calm and smooth.

“You wanted me gone right? I left so you could be in peace,” her offers. I nod my head in understanding.

“You are stupid,” I point out, watching as his jaw clenches in anger.
Good
.

“Get out. I don’t want you. Where is your new lover? On to someone new so quickly?” he growls. I shake my head.

“Yes, you do. Wanting me is not the problem here, Radimir, and there is no lover. He was just a boy asking for a photo,” I offer the truth, watching as his cold demeanor leaves.

In its place is some sad, lost man I have never seen before. I want to hold him, wrap him in my arms, cry, and scream at the person who broke him so long ago.

“Get the fuck out, unless you’re here to audition to be a whore like the girl before you,” he smirks.

I take it as my opportunity. I think about his words. A whore. I am already a whore, only I do not wish to be passed around. I wish to only be his whore. Used by him, cared for by him the way I know he is capable of caring for me. I will suffer pain for him, for his protection, and for glimpses of the sweet man I once had showering me with attention and affection. I will likely fail and he will leave me alone and crying, but that is better than never knowing.

“You want me to be a whore, Radimir? Do you want me to be a whore for every man out there, or just for you?” I whisper as I slowly slide the zipper down my skirt. I push my skirt below my ass, slipping it past my thighs, and step away from the material. Radmir’s eyes roam over my legs and the white lace panties covering me.

“I am yours, Radimir. If you want a whore, then I’ll be your whore,” I say softly, my eyes never leaving his.

With shaky fingers I unbutton the shirt and let it fall to the ground behind me. I notice Radimir’s gaze is now focused on my breasts, abundant and spilling over my new, white, lace bra. Standing in my high heels and underwear, I feel so sexy, so powerful, and shockingly
—aroused.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, his once slurred speech now perfect.

“I am yours, Radimir. Your whore, your woman,
yours
,” I say as I straddle his thighs, my center resting against his now hardened length beneath his silk suit pants.

“You cannot want me, Emiliya. I am no good for you,” he admits. He closes his eyes as his hands wrap around the sides of my thighs.

“You cannot sweet talk me, seduce me, and then leave me once you have had me, Radimir. I do not accept it,” I say softly, my lips touching his neck below his ear.

I then trail down to the collar of his shirt and back up. I can feel my nipples pebble against my bra as my stomach clenches with something—
with want
. I thought I would be too terrified of his rejection to want him right now, but I am surrendering to him, to this, to us. I want to feel safe in his arms. I want him to feel safe with me, too.

“How can you want me after that? Do not try to seduce me, Em. I fear you will not like the result,” he warns. I just hum against the warmth of his neck, my hands sliding up his strong chest, wishing we were skin to skin.

“I cannot seduce you, Radimir. I am your
property
, your
whore
, and just plain
yours
. You cannot throw me to the side, refuse other men from being near me, and leave me locked inside of your tower. Either I am yours or I am free, you choose,” I say, my words soft. It is an ultimatum, and it could go completely wrong and completely badly for me, but I don’t care.

I am not going to lie down and accept whatever man in my life dictates for me
—
not anymore.

“You push me, Emiliya. You think of yourself as a whore? Is this how you wish to be treated then?” he asks. I watch as his blue eyes glitter and blaze. I know that I must tread lightly and with purpose.

“I do not want to be treated as
any
whore, Radimir. I want to be treated as
your
whore. I want you to treasure me. I want you to adore me. I want you to
crave
me,” I practically beg.

I want back that bit of compassion he showed me. I want what Haleigh and her Maxim have. I want him to call me his
kotik
again, to whisper it sweetly. I want those moments back, of just watching a movie together and enjoying each other. The soft caresses and sweet kisses, those could easily turn into cravings. I could crave him, so very easily.

“You are to be mine, then? You’ll sink to your knees when I enter our bedroom? You’ll give me your pussy when I demand it? You’ll do what I say, when I say, and you will only ever
fuck
me
?” he growls.

My eyes widen and I nod.

“Can you show me kindness? Can you treat me with the sweetness you showed me a glimpse of? Will you call me your
kotik
?” I murmur as I lean forward, my lips a breath away from his. I can do all of those things he wants of me if it means Radimir will not be so harsh and also not ignore me. I need that soft man back, the one who touches me tenderly and makes my belly clench with want.

“No more threats then, Radimir? I don’t want to be scared constantly. I lived that way with my father. I don’t want that with you,” I confess.

The words are just above a whisper, showing all of my insecurities and vulnerability, but I can’t help it. I checked my pride at the door on this little mission. There is no other way I can make him see how he has affected me, how badly I need him, and—in all honesty—I do
need
him.

“My sweet, Emiliya,” he murmurs, his hands leaving my bare waist to cradle my cheeks as his eyes stare into mine.

“
Radimir
,” I whisper moving my body even closer, my lips just a breath away from his.

“No more threats. You will not be scared of me, Emiliya, because I will not give you reason to be. If another man ever touches you, I’ll kill him before I deal with you. That is a promise,” he says softly. His words are gentle, but the meaning is harsh and unrelenting.

I nod once before his lips brush against mine. His hands travel down my shoulders, my arms, and then up my spine before finally tangling in my hair, pulling slightly, causing my neck to arch for him.

“This body is mine, Em. So fucking beautiful, and all for me,” he rambles.

I can’t stop my hips from searching for something, slowly thrusting against his suit pants, feeling his hard length underneath.

“Rad,” I whimper.

I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to him, trying to relieve the ache in them while trying to find reprieve for my pounding center. My whole body is throbbing for more, for his touch—for him. I tremble slightly with fear for the pain I know will surely happen shortly.

“I will fuck you, Em. I will slide inside of you and make you come around my cock. I will own your body, but I will not do it on this fucking disgusting couch.”

I laugh softly as he stands, gripping my ass in his large hands.

“Take me to bed, my master,” I murmur.

His hands squeeze my ass roughly. “I am not your master, Emiliya. I am your possessor, as you are mine,” he says.

I suck in my lips at his words. Radimir owns me, but more than that, he does possess me. To think that I have the same effect on him makes me shiver.

“I want to fuck you roughly. I want to make you scream, but not today. Today, I am going to eat your sweet pussy and then you are going to ride me. You are going to take me inside of your body, and you are going to come all over me.”

I look at him wide eyed, unsure of what exactly he is telling me. Before I can even ask, my body is being laid down on the bed, and my panties are ripped in half as he slides down to his knees.

“Open your legs for me,
kotik
. I swear to you that I will not hurt you again.” His voice is so soft, his tone so tender, and I believe him.

I shouldn’t, but I do.

My legs open and a calm washes over me as his tongue drags through my center, warm and wet. I let out a ragged breath and sigh, feeling his teeth graze the part of me I want him most. My hands travel to his thick black hair, twisting and holding on as his tongue begins to enter my core.

My back arches and I moan with ecstasy as my hips push against his tongue, searching for more, wanting more. I cry out when I feel his finger enter my center. His mouth closes over my clit, and he sucks on me lightly.

It is too much
—it isn’t enough
. My head thrashes back and forth as he slowly penetrates my body with just his finger. Never would I have thought that this act could bring so much pleasure.

“Radimir,” I moan. He pulls away from me. I gasp and then groan.

“I must be inside of you,
kotik
. Come and climb on top of me,” he orders.

I watch as he stands up and sheds his clothes, leaving him completely naked. He’s huge—
everywhere
. I watch quietly as he crawls up the bed. He is sitting against the headboard, completely naked, his long length standing tall, jutting out from his body. I stare at him in horror. No wonder it hurt so badly the last time. There is no way that he will fit inside of me without excruciating pain again.

“Come up, Em. it will not hurt so badly this time,
trust
me,” he grins widely.

I
want
to trust him, but then again, I don’t know if I can. I remove my bra and slowly crawl up his body.

“Take me slowly, my Emiliya. Take as much of me as you can. I want to be all the way inside of you, but this time, this is for you. Do what feels good to you,
kotik
,” he urges.

I rise as he holds his long length and guides it into my entrance. My whole body tenses and he doesn’t try and shove me down. Instead, he slowly kisses my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he takes it into his mouth and lightly sucks. I feel my body relaxing as I slide down his length and take him inside of me,
all
the way inside.

“You are so beautiful,
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
.”

I look down into his eyes, our bodies completely still. He has just called me his
raven haired queen
and I feel something foreign inside of me, an emotion I am unsure of fills me, full to bursting.

“Radimir,” I mutter as tears fall from my eyes. His hands cup my cheeks as his fingers brush my tears away. With Radimir, my emotions are on my sleeve, unable to be hidden behind a mask. I cannot hide from him.