Free Owned by the Badman (Russian Bratva #1) by Hayley Faiman

the phone, taking a deep breath before I go back into the bedroom.
    Stripping my own clothes off, I look at my beautiful Haleigh, my golubushka , curled in a protective ball— hiding from me. I slide into bed behind her and slowly roll her body to her back.
    I need to make it up to her—how I hurt her, how I pretty much bought her without her knowledge. I have grown a conscience in the past few days and that doesn’t sit well with me.
    I begin to kiss Haleigh’s neck, her chest, and down the middle of her body to her panties. I hook my thumbs in the sides of the pretty lace covering her body and slide them down her long toned legs. Once the garment is off, I gently spread her thighs and stare at her perfect pussy. A cunt that only I have touched, licked, and fucked.
    It makes me hard to know I am the only man who has been inside of her. I am a bastard, but she is mine and will forever be mine. I lick her entire center, tasting her before I suck her perfect little clit into my mouth. I don’t stop, alternating between licking and sucking even when I feel her jolt awake in surprise. Haleigh’s hands fly into my hair and pull my head back. I allow it, just this one time. I know that she must feel like she has some kind of control after I have hurt her.
    “What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide, bloodshot, and puffy. A stab of guilt washes through me . I made her look like this.
    “Apologizing for my behavior, moya golubka ,” I explain.
    “By doing this ? The same things you did to her ?”
    She is struggling, trying to break free from me, but my hands wrap firmly around her thighs and she will not be free.
    “You think I fuck her with my mouth?” I ask. Her green eyes widen at my words. I watch as the tears well up again. “I would never do that. Not with her. Not with anybody but my wife,” I explain as though this should make her feel better.
    Shouldn’t it?
    “Should I be happy about that fact? That you would put yourself inside of her but refrain from using your mouth on her? I don’t see much of a difference,” she says, her eyes narrowing on me.
    She is feisty, my sweet, innocent ballerina wife, and I like it.
    “It was wrong that I went to her, especially when the person I wanted was you. I will not do it again. You must believe me. What I did to her was not lovemaking. It was rough, and it was almost cruel. I did not want to do that to my sweet wife,” I admit. Her eyes snap to mine. I see a fire in them that I have not seen in the time I have been around her, and I fucking love it.
    “So you made a decision for me then? Why does everybody make decisions for me? Let me make my own fucking decisions, Maxim ,” she screams, her fists hitting my shoulders. I slide up to wrap her small body in my arms.
    “All right, moya golubka , you make decisions now, yes ? No more tears. Whatever decisions you want to make, I let you make,” I croon in her ear rocking her nude body with mine.
    “I never want to see Catia again,” she whispers. I nod.
    “Never again. I will not see her, and you will not see her.”
    “I want to be enough for you, Maxim,” she mutters. It is so low and full of such hurt that I feel myself physically pained that I have done this to her.
    “You are my Haleigh. I will prove this to you,” I vow.
    We fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
    I hold my broken and beautiful wife. I vow to myself that I will take care of her and I will make her happy for the rest of her days. Never again will she feel this deeply hurt, not about this.
    I vow here and now that the only pussy I will sink my cock inside will be my wife’s. I only hope that she can handle all I will give her. My life has not been one of normalcy; it has not been good, and sometimes, I take that out on whomever I fuck.
    I hope that my little ballerina will be strong enough.

I WAKE UP WITH a weight bearing down on my body; it is so heavy that I cannot even roll over. Cracking one of my eyes open, I wince at the