Free Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) by Hayley Faiman Page B

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