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

fabric fall to the floor, leaving me barefoot and in only my panties and strapless bra.
    “So beautiful, golubushka , and all mine,” he moans.
    Maxim pulls a knife out of the back of his pants and grabs the expensive silk panties I am wearing before he cuts them off my body. I shake with fear and apprehension. He grins at me setting the sharp object on the counter before he pulls a gun out of his waistband as well, setting it aside.
    He then wraps those same hands around my hips and I look down at the contrast. Maxim has his dark, golden tattooed skin pressed against my creamy white. It looks like danger lies against me, and I shiver with anticipation.
    This man is oozes danger, he is scary, and he is all mine . I rip the bra off my body and send it flying as Maxim lifts me to rest my ass against the countertop’s edge. I automatically spread my legs in sudden impatience.
    “What do you want, Haleigh?” he murmurs, a faint smile on his lips. I can feel my body quaking, waiting and wanting whatever he wishes to offer.
    “ You , Maxim, just you,” I whisper as I watch him strip the clothes from his body.
    My eyes take in all of his tattooed, muscular form, and my mouth waters. Every inch of him is fascinating.
    Maxim drops on his star adorned tattooed knees, tattoos I have just noticed in the brightly lit kitchen, and kisses the inside of my ankle, my thigh, and finally my core. His tongue slowly slides through my center, flicking against my clit and then sucking it deep.
    My hands fly to his hair and I wrap my fingers in the messy golden locks.
    Maxim’s tongue slides inside of my center and I spread my legs farther apart, scooting closer to the edge of the counter, trying to get as close to him as I can. I need so much more, want so much more. His hands wrap around my thighs as he devours me.
    His golden blond hair between my legs, his tattooed skin covering mine, and his devious tongue are all too much. I rock against his mouth as I come, screaming his name.
    “Gorgeous,” he whispers as he stands from the floor. He picks me up off the counter and turns me around; his hand is on my back, pushing my chest down onto the counter.
    “I am going to fuck you now, angel moy. It will be rough. If you cannot handle it, you must tell me, yes?”
    I moan my answer because I can’t find any words.
    My brain is too foggy with my recent climax and my current need.
    Maxim roughly grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me up so he can easily slide deep inside me from behind. His mouth is on my shoulder, kissing and then biting down hard. I cry out from the initial pain and shock, but something unfurls deep inside of me, and I find that I like it … a lot.
    I push back on his cock, feeling blood droplets slide down my back, making me wetter than I already am. Maxim hums as he pulls out and then roughly thrusts into me, my hipbones crashing against the counter as he pounds into my center. His hand slides up my back and around my neck as he continues to pound deep, and hard, inside of my body.
    “Stay calm, Haleigh. Fuck, you feel so damn good ,” he growls as his grip on my neck tightens. I feel my airway restricting.
    My heart begins racing and I start to panic. Then I hear Maxim murmuring for me to be calm and I let go.
    I relax my body as he slams inside of me, harder than before. I try to cry out, but my voice is gone.
    Maxim’s grip is firm around my neck, as his other hand slides to my clit. He begins to furiously rub circles against the sensitive nub, drawing me even closer toward my climax.
    “ Come , fucking come, Haleigh,” he bellows, pushing me over the edge.
    I come—my body spasming around him, shaking uncontrollably with the most intense climax I have had. He then stills, his hand twitching on my throat before he finally releases it. His heavy body drapes over mine, trapping me against the once cold countertop that is now hot and wet from my sweaty body.
    “Such a good girl for me,”