Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (28 page)

“I have nothing with you, Joslyn. This is my wife. You have made it very clear you cannot work near me in a professional manner. You are fired,” I announce, my cold gaze boring into hers.

I watch as her bottom lip trembles and tears fill her eyes. Those tears of hers, they make me feel absolutely nothing. I do not feel sorry for her, nor do I feel my cock twitch.
Emiliya’s
tears however, just thinking about them makes me so fucking hard.

Joslyn finally leaves when she realizes I don’t give a flying fuck about her. My eyes are trained solely on my wife, and she is so fucking angry. I should feel something other than horny about her angry gaze, but I can’t. Her eyes are so fucking bright, and her cheeks have a tint of pink.
Fucking perfect
.

“You are here, what do you want?” I ask, sitting back down in my leather office chair, pretending to be apathetic to her presence.

I watch as her knee jerks. She was going to stomp her foot. It takes everything inside of me not to chuckle as my
printsessa
behaves exactly as I expect her to, like a true princess. Then, suddenly, something changes in her demeanor. Gone is her anger and in front of me is a sexy goddess.

My temptress.

My seducer.

I am in trouble.

“Why do you not want me anymore, Radimir?” she asks coolly as she begins to step toward my desk. I gulp, watching her slim, sexy as fuck, legs step closer to me.

“It is not that, Emiliya. It is complicated,” I explain with a heavy sigh.

I want her. I want her so badly my heart and cock simultaneously ache. I have been staying here in my office, showering at my gym, and trying so hard to stay away—it hurts.

“What is so complicated that you cannot come home to be with your wife? That you cannot fuck your
blyad
?” she asks.

I cannot suppress my groan.
My weakness—
when she refers to herself as my whore. I should hate the reference, considering my occupation when I was younger. I don’t hate it, though. I fucking
love
it.

“I could not protect you. I do not deserve you,” I practically moan when she is in front of me.

I watch as she sinks to her knees. Her eyes are focused on mine as she slides her cool hands from my knees all the way up my thighs. I grind my teeth to keep from throwing her on the desk and fucking her until she’s screaming wildly.

“So you think… my kidnapping means you do not deserve to fuck your own wife?” she asks as her slim fingers play with my belt buckle. My hips automatically thrust forward. I should regret it, but the small look of triumph in her eyes is worth it.

“It means that I
know
that I do not deserve you. I have found alternate living arrangements, Emiliya. This is not like last time. This is not something I did to hurt you. This is about me not being capable enough to protect you properly,” I explain. My breathing has grown heavy and ragged, my eyes hooded, and I am completely focused on her fingers as she slowly unbuckles my belt.

“I think that you are just overreacting, Radimir. I will not allow you to leave me or even contemplate it. I am not a little girl to be told what to do anymore. I will not be shuffled away, again. That safe house was bullshit, and I will not tolerate it again. You
not
coming home every night will also not be tolerated,” she explains, as if she has a say in anything that I do –
which she does not.

“Emiliya, it does not work this way,” I warn as her small hand slips beneath my boxers and pulls out my hard cock.

I watch as she looks at it curiously and then wraps her fingers around it, slowly stroking me. I have never allowed her control over my body before, not really, so her movements are hesitant. It still feels amazing, and I drop my head back and close my eyes.

“It doesn’t? I thought that I was to be your
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
. Explain to me how your
Raven Haired Queen
can rule without her king?” she asks. I pop an eye open and look down at her. She’s staring right at me, bold and proud, and so fucking beautiful.

“You are
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
,
kotik,
and that is why I cannot put you in danger,” I try to explain before my breathing picks up along with her pace.

Fuck
, she feels good, I thrust into her hand and stifle a groan. It has been weeks since I have been anywhere near my woman, and my body knows who owns it. She does.
Emiliya
.

Radimir is on the edge. He is close to relenting, and even closer to an orgasm. But my game is not over. He has not relented
yet
; therefore, I have not won him back. I
will
get him back. I
will
seduce him. I
will
do what I must. We belong together, he and I.

He has had enough shit handed to him in his life.

He needs me to make his future easy, bright, and beautiful.

I aim to do just that.

I release his cock from my hand and lean down, placing a kiss on the tip before I stand in front of him. With a growl he raises his head and opens his eyes, focusing on me in question. I smile and shake my head once.

“You do not want me, Radimir, then I will not beg you.” I pause before continuing. “I want you. I have fallen in love with you, but I have lived my life so very alone. I do not wish to live this way any longer. I want you at my side. I want
your
babies inside of me. I want to take care of them, and of you. I cannot, however, run after you
Every.
Single.
Time.
something happens in our lives that is a tragedy, or traumatic in some way. If you no longer want me, please send me to New York so that I may spend my days with someone who loves me, with my brother.”

I watch as he blinks in disbelief. I have not only left him hard and on the brink of an orgasm, but I have also announced that I will leave
him
. He is used to being in control. He is used to calling the shots and leaving me.
Well – no more.

Radimir stands, grabbing my waist and turning me so that my ass collides with the edge of the desk. Without a word, he wrenches my shorts and panties down my legs. I gasp in surprise, but find I cannot hide the smile that tugs at my lips.

“No more talking,
kotik
,” he growls.

Radimir sits and at the same time lifts me and brings me over his lap. I spread my thighs to straddle him and moan as I glide down on his hard length. I rake my nails along his shirt covered biceps to the back of his neck, burying my fingers in his hair.

“Rad,” I murmur as I slowly rise then fall down his cock.

“You will not leave me,” he groans when I grind down.

I feel his hands slide up my torso, taking my top with them, and then his fingers wrench my bra down. His lips gently suck on one of my exposed nipples. I haven’t had such gentility from this man before, and I find it feels
fantastic
.

“I do not want to,” I freely admit.

I rotate my hips and pull his mouth closer to my breast by placing pressure against the back of his neck. It feels so good—
so wet, so hot, and so perfect
.

“You seduce me again, my wife, my
kotik
,
moy chernovolosyy koroleva
,” he murmurs against my skin as his lips move toward my other breast.

I cannot control the movement of my hips. I am fucking him, using his cock for my pleasure, and I am loving it.

“I am always yours, Rad,” I admit shamelessly. I will always come back for him, until there is nothing between us left to salvage.

“I do not deserve you,” he says quietly. His hand moves to my pussy and his thumb presses against my clit.

The sensations are too much. His lips brushing against my nipples. His cock, filling me, as I glide up and down. My thighs shake as I come, crying out his name. I feel his cock grow before it twitches inside of me and fills me with his release. I am loud when I unabashedly cry out a second time as he begins to lift his hips off of his chair and roughly bury himself inside of me.

“Are you finished being stubborn?” I ask, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“
Kotik
,” he murmurs as his fingers trail up and down my spine.

“No, I do not accept anything other than: I am sorry, my
kotik
. I will be home this evening to make passionate love to my gorgeous, intelligent
printsessa
,” I say, grinning at him.

Radimir throws his head back in laughter and, like I always do
, I watch
, relishing in the beauty of his laugh.

“Yes, okay. Though, I do not wish to wait until this evening. I come home now,” he mumbles. I smile triumphantly.

I have won.

Again
.

I have seduced my husband.

I only hope that this will be the last time. I am not sure my heart can take any more. I will if I must, but it is tiring and stressful. This man calls me a handful, but in reality, he is the one who causes such constant grief. So high maintenance, my Radimir.

I am still sitting on Radimir, his softening cock very much inside of me, when the door bursts open. Standing in the doorway are Joslyn, Kirill, and a man I have only met once—Pasha. I have never, in my life been walked in on in a closed room as I have with Radimir. It is if nobody fears his closed doors. That, or the man needs fucking locks.

I yelp, pressing my breasts into Radimir’s chest as I bury my face into his neck. Luckily, my hair covers my entire back, but there is no trying to hide nor deny what it is that we have just done.

“Out,” Radimir growls.

I hear the two men chuckling as they step out of the room. Joslyn doesn’t move. I can feel her angry gaze as she attempts to bore holes into my back. If I were being bitchy, I would turn around and make a scene. I would certainly
gloat
, but it is not worth it –
she
is not worth it. I feel sorry for her, attempting to take my husband, who is apparently devoted to me. Though, he had me wondering and
worrying
these past few weeks.

“Joslyn, you have been fired. If you do not leave within three minutes, security will escort you out and you will not appreciate the ramifications of
that
,” he states. I can feel his body tighten beneath me. He is pissed and he is holding on by a thread.

“
Radimir
,” she whines.

My eyes widen when I feel his hand move as he presses a button beneath his desk. My father had a button such as this. His was for when he was tired of whomever was talking; it alerted his men. Usually, the person was dealt with
permanently
.

“Rad,” I mutter. His hand around my waist squeezes me, and I promptly close my mouth.

“Up you go,
kotik
. I have business to attend to. Unfortunately, I will not be coming straight home. I will, however, be home early this evening. I would like to take you out for dinner, so be dressed,” he murmurs into my hair. I slide off of his lap before I adjust my breasts back into my bra.

I turn and gather my clothing, uncaring and unashamed as this Joslyn woman watches me. Her eyes are wide and shimmering with tears. I cannot understand a woman so desperate. Radimir is married, and he has not given her any signals that he wishes to be with her, or at least he claims he has not. Once I have pulled myself together, I walk over to the woman, well aware of Radimir’s grunt of disapproval behind me.

“Has my husband given you any inclination that he would be yours?” I ask.

I need to know everything, and perhaps asking a second time will prompt the truth from this bitch. Little looks and flirtations are one thing; promises are something completely different.

“No,” she grinds out, moving her eyes to the ground. I assume the act is probably out of anger and not embarrassment.

“Radimir, I will see you at home,” I say, opening the door to find a few of Radimir’s muscled
Byki
– bodyguards – ready to pounce at his command.

“Emiliya,” Kirill acknowledges with a smirk and a nod. I can’t make eye contact. Instead, I feel my face heat with embarrassment. He chuckles as I hurry past them.

Anton is standing exactly where he said he would be once I exit the large building. His eyes catch mine and I turn red again when he grins at me knowingly. Do I have
freshly laid
written on my forehead? I must.

“Where to, Mrs. Zaleskya?” he asks, trying to hold his laughter in.

“Home,” I reply. “Anton, do I have
just fucked
stamped on my forehead?” I ask arching a brow at my driver—my own
Byki.

“Your hair is a mess, your clothes wrinkled, and your face is flushed, Mrs. Zaleskya,” he points out as I slide my seatbelt on and click it in place.

“Well, that explains it all then,” I murmur. He bursts into laughter. I find that I, too, see this situation as comical.

“Radimir will be home early. We are going out to dinner tonight,” I say, chewing on my bottom lip, trying to decide which of my sexy new dresses to wear for our evening out in Los Angeles. I want to look perfect for him, and I want to feel beautiful for myself.