Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (17 page)

“I missed you,
kotik
,” he whispers, placing a sweet kiss on my temple.

“I missed you very much, too, Radimir. But you are not here to tell us it is safe, are you?” I ask point blankly.

“No. It is not safe, and your whereabouts have been compromised,” he admits.

“How?” I croak, my eyes watering.

“We do not know. Possibly the computers or phones were hacked. Maxim and I both received threats toward you and Haleigh,” he says softly. A shiver runs through me.

“I want to go home,” I whisper.

“It isn’t safe,” he insists. I turn to face him.

“Nowhere is safe, Radimir. We are not safe here in the country on a huge estate. We are not safe
anywhere
. I would rather be unsafe in your arms than unsafe at some other secluded estate,” I say, more forcefully than I intended.

“You miss your lover, my
kotik
?” he asks, a condescending grin on his lips. It irritates me. I roll my eyes and grab his jacket lapels with my hands before I rise to my toes and press a hard kiss to his lips.

“You think so highly of yourself, Radimir,” I mutter against his soft lips. Radimir wraps his hands around my waist, and they travel down to roughly cup my ass.

“One sweep of my finger in your pussy will prove me right, Em. Do not even try to deny it,” he chuckles. I clench my thighs together. He is so right.

“Why don’t you find out then, Rad?” I challenge, causing him to smile.

“Take everything off except your panties. I want you in that bed, your thighs spread. I want to see your drenched panties,” he grunts. I smile, quickly stripping all of my clothes off for him.

Radimir stands at the side of the bed as his eyes slowly roam over my body. My thighs are spread wide, and I know the lace in the center is wet. I am so obviously aroused. I turn my head to watch him, his gaze fixed on my breasts for a beat before he slowly strips his own clothes from his body. I sigh as his tanned, toned skin is revealed, inch by inch. My eyes widen when he strips his boxers from his body and stands with his cock jutting straight out toward me.

“On your knees. I want your mouth on me,
kotik
,” he grinds out through a clenched jaw, his blue eyes focused on mine. I shudder with anticipation.

I want to make him happy.

I long for it.

I rise to my knees and slowly crawl to the edge of the bed. Radimir slides his hand through my hair, at the side of my head, and twists his fingers into the back of it, strong but not too rough. He pushes my head down so that my bottom is tipped into the air and my eyes are staring right at him. He takes his cock in hand and traces my lips with the tip of it.

“Open this hot little mouth,” he groans.

I do.

I open wide as he slowly slips his hard length into my mouth, not stopping until he reaches the back of my throat.

“So warm. Now move your tongue, suck me,” he orders.

I suck him as hard as I can on my way back. Shakily, I swirl my tongue around the tip of him and take his length deep in my mouth again. Radimir groans before his fingers tighten in my hair, and he halts my movements.

“Did I do it wrong?” I ask, fear snaking up my spine.

“Never. It was too good. Now just open your mouth and take me,” he instructs quietly, his eyes soft on me, but his jaw clenched tightly.

I open my mouth like he asks, and he plunges so far inside of me, I gag.

Radimir grabs a handful of my ass and digs his fingers into my soft flesh, assuredly leaving bruises of his fingertips on my creamy round flesh. My eyes connect with his cool ones, which remain focused on me. His jaw is still hardened, but his
eyes
, they’re telling.

I can see a mixture of longing, lust, and possible
love
swimming behind his blue view. He quickly pulls out of my mouth and picks me up by my shoulders, guiding my body to lie back on the bed. I hold my breath as he slowly slides my lace thong panties down my legs and throws them over his shoulder.

“You are so beautiful, my little
kotik
. All of your black hair and this hot, pink, wet pussy—
all for me
.” He grins as he climbs between my spread thighs.

“
Radimir
,” I whimper his name like a plea. What I am pleading for, I’m unsure, but I need him.

“I submit only for you, my beautiful
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
,” he whispers as he sinks himself deep inside of me. I will never tire of him calling me his
raven haired queen
.

Radimir allows my body to adjust to his intrusion. He buries his face in my neck as his hands wrap around my back, pulling me even closer to him. I feel as though our bodies are truly becoming one in this moment. We are melting into one soul, and it is better than I ever imagined it could be.

“I missed my home,” he breathes against my skin.

My breasts are pressed against his chest and they ache to be touched. My nipples scream to be pinched and pulled by his rough fingers.

“I need more,” I beg, desiring him to move inside of me—needing more.

Radimir slowly pulls completely out of me and then plunges deep inside again. I sigh in relief. He is right, he is
home
, and it feels so good to have him there. He licks and sucks on my neck while his hands slide down and under my knees, lifting and spreading my thighs higher and wider for him. I am completely immobile, and I close my eyes, letting myself free fall into the bliss.

“I want you to come around me,
kotik
. I have to feel you,” he groans against my neck. Sweat drips from his chest to mine. I love having him so close to me, the way his body presses against mine, his heavy weight making me feel alive.

“Yes,
oh god
,” I cry out as he grinds against my clit with his pelvis.

“Come, Emiliya,” he commands on a grunt.

I do. I come around him with a strangled cry. Radimir begins to jerkily slam into my body over and over again before he cries out, filling my body with his own release.

A loud knock on the door causes Radimir to jerk out of me. He quickly pulls his pants up his legs and hips before he points at me. I swiftly make my way into the bathroom, away from whoever is at the door. I hear low murmurings, and then the door closes. I take that as my cue that I may safely walk out of the bathroom. I find Radimir standing with a grin on his lips.

“The baby has arrived,” he says with a grin. I stand in shock for a moment before I launch myself into his arms. I am unable to hold back the tears of joy.

“Come, let’s get dressed and go visit with her,” he whispers against my hair. We quickly dress and rush down to the basement.

I knock and Maxim opens the door with a huge smile on his face. I have never actually seen the man smile, and I am taken aback by how truly handsome he is. But I don’t have time to admire his beauty, there is a new baby, a new member of my family. I must see her.

Radimir and I rush past him, down the stairs, and tears well up in my eyes at the sight before me. Haleigh is propped up on the hospital bed, Maksimilyan nestled to one side of her, and the sweet newborn wrapped in a pink blanket in her other arm. Maksimilyan is just staring at his new sister with what can only be described as
surprise
.

“Maryia, your auntie Emiliya has come to visit you,” she coos. The threatening tears finally fall from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks.

Maxim scoops up Maks and whisks him away to Oliver and Alex, who I had not noticed were standing off to the side. I slowly walk toward the hospital bed, with Radimir’s hot body at my back. I arrive at the side of the bed and look down into the tiny baby face of
Maryia Lasovska
.

Haleigh had told me the sad story of Maxim’s sister Maryia. She was taken from their parents and raised in an orphanage until my own father took her as his sex slave—his flesh and blood,
his niece
—it is deplorable, and it makes me ill to even think about. At too young an age, he abused her body until he was finished with her; then he sold her to another man who kept her in a tiny little apartment. She remained there until Maxim saved her.

My father was a pervert, a pedophile, and incestuous. I never saw the girls he kept. I wish I would have known. I feel like I could have helped her, helped
them
somehow. But all of that is over, and hopefully we will never be witness to that type of horror again.

I should have known something was not right in my home. There were whole sections of our house that I was not allowed in. Now I know it was because that was where his sick perversions and young girls were kept.

“Hold her,” Haleigh offers, holding out her sweet innocent girl, breaking me from my dark thoughts.

Just thinking about my father makes me feel dirty and disgusting, but I take the offered baby with a sigh.

“She is so tiny and so very beautiful,” I say, looking down and inhaling the sweet baby innocence in my arms.

“What a treasure,” Radimir says behind me, his finger gently sliding from the baby’s temple to her tiny little bow-shaped lips.

“We will leave within the week, when Haleigh is well enough to travel,” Maxim begins. I look up to him in surprise. “You and Radimir will be leaving at midnight. We must not travel together. You will take two security guards with you.”

“Radimir?” I look up to him in question and he just nods.

“We will be leaving in just three hours,
kotik.
You must begin packing,” I open my mouth to say something, but the fierce look in Radimir’s eyes shows that defiance and questions will not be tolerated at present. I nod once, kissing the sweet baby on top of her soft head one last time before handing her back to Haleigh.

“I will come down and say goodbye before I leave,” I promise my friend. She just smiles tiredly. We all leave the tiny room to let mother and baby rest.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I ask Radimir when we finally arrive in my bedroom, alone.

“I had more pressing things on my mind, Emiliya,” he grins. I can’t help but smile at his boyish, sex-hazed brain.

I grab my suitcase from the closet. I make quick work of packing my clothes, lingerie, and my bathroom toiletries while Radimir sits in my favorite spot by the window and watches me. He is studying me, and I am unsure of how he sees me. Am I still that same girl I was two months ago, or have I changed at all? I feel as though I have changed, that I have grown in maturity. I hope this is something Radimir will find attractive. I hope this pleases him, as that is what I endeavor to do. Please him.

Once I am almost finished; I decide to ask him. Since he seems to still be studying my every move intently.

“What are you thinking?”

“That you are beautiful. That I left you alone for too long. That I am fearful of something happening to you. That I am falling in
love
with you.” He murmurs his words as if speaking them too loudly will scare me off. I stop in my tracks, a royal blue maxi dress in my hand as I turn to him.

“I would wait for you, Radimir. However long it took, I would wait for you,” I say before I walk over to him. I stand between his open thighs and I fall to my knees, my hands gripping his muscular legs.

Radimir looks down on me, his eyes caressing my face. I cannot describe the safety and warmth I feel radiating from him. His hand comes up slowly and his fingers slide around the side of my neck to cup the back, much like he did the day we met.

“We will be happy in this life, Emiliya. I swear it. We so deserve it.
You
deserve it. I will put my babies inside of you, and we will love them with everything we
have
, giving them everything we never
had
from our childhoods.

“This world is ugly, but your knowledge of that ugliness is now gone. I will never allow it to touch my sweet Emiliya again.” His quiet vow sends shivers over my skin, and I nod once before I wrap my hand around his wrist. I move it from my face and kiss the inside of his palm before I lie my head on his thigh.

Radimir slowly trails his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and making me feel even safer, cherished, and adored by this most frightening man.

“I have never been so happy before,” I confess, though he must already know this.

I am
his
in every way.

I am
Mrs. Emiliya Ivana Zaleskya
. The
A
added to the end of Radimir’s last name, a Russian custom that I wish to always keep. I think it makes it beautiful, and special. Traditions are so often forgotten over time, yet this is one I intend on continuing.

“How on earth did I get you, Emiliya? I do not deserve your adoration,” he says, looking down on me as his eyes search mine.

“You tried to leave me, remember?” I prod. He smiles sadly as his answer. “Then… I seduced you.” I grin widely and he chuckles before he places his fingers under my chin, and I lift my head from his lap. He wraps his hands around my cheeks and his lips gently brush mine.

“You are indeed my temptress,” he murmurs against my mouth.

Radimir slowly slides to his knees and pulls my body into his, my chest colliding with his strong stomach, and his lips pressing hard against mine. His tongue slides deep inside of my mouth and dominates our once sweet kiss, turning it into something passionate and rough.
I love it.

“My beauty,” he breathes against my ear as his lips lower. He kisses down my neck, to my collar, and across the tops of my breasts.

I arch closer to him, remembering just how good his lips felt on my body hours before. I could get extremely addicted to this man in front of me, his kisses, his touch, and his body when he slides deep inside of mine.
All of him feels good against me
.

“We must be quick, we have to leave soon,” he whispers against my neck as he pushes my pants down my legs.

I am dressed in comfortable leggings and a long tank top for the car trip back home. My tank is quickly released from my body, as is my bra. Radimir smiles and twirls a finger around, instructing me to turn. I obey with rabid anticipation. His hands rest on my shoulders, giving me slight pressure, a silent instruction to move down to my hands, and I do.