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

groan before I feel him grow inside of me. His release rushes out of his body and inside of mine. I feel him twitch in my core, and the sensation makes me moan.
    “My kotik , what a good girl I have,” he whispers, his sweaty chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my cheek.
    Radimir slides out of me before he gathers me in his arms and lies us both down on the couch. He arranges my limp body against the arm the couch, with his back against the cushions to my side, so that we are facing each other.
    “Fuck me, you are gorgeous with these tears running down your face.” He traces my stained cheeks as he looks at me with nothing but awe.
    Maybe I should be upset that he spanked me to the point that I cried, that he crushed me beneath him while he fucked me so hard, I swore I saw stars at some point. But when he looks at me like this , like I am this special treasure, I cannot be angry with him. I liked the spanking, and him pressing against me made me feel loved. I felt safe beneath him. I have never felt that way in my entire life.
    “This is all real, Radimir? Will this life we share be real, and will I always feel this wonderful with you?” I ask, repeating some of his concerned words from earlier. He wraps me in his warm arms and pulls me even closer to him. I want to crawl inside of him, he is so comforting.
    “This is real, my kotik . This is all real.” He doesn’t answer my second question, but I hadn’t anticipated him to.
    How can he truly know that I will always feel wonderful with him? Though, I can’t imagine not feeling this way again. I roll throwing my leg over his hips to straddle him. Radimir holds onto my waist and sits upright, placing his feet on the ground.
    “Turn around Em,” he murmurs.
    I shift around awkwardly, so that I am straddling him—my back to his front and my ass practically in his face.
    “How red is it?” I ask.
    I can feel the skin is sensitive. It prickles as he lightly touches the swells of my cheeks.
    “It’s red and fucking gorgeous,” he groans. I don’t say a word, but I take his hand and slide it up to my breast. He gives me a gentle squeeze.
    “Touch me all over, Radimir. I want to take you like this. I want you to fuck me with your eyes feasting on your handiwork,” I say, feeling brave and beautiful all at once.
    He groans as he slides his other hand between my spread legs and starts to flutter his fingers over my swollen, wet center. The door slams open and I am face to face with Erik. He is just inches from my bared body, and I can’t help but scream.
    Radimir rises, and though he is completely naked himself, he doesn’t do anything to cover his body as he throws me onto the couch and steps in front of me.
    “You disrespect me in my own home? You barge through a closed door? The door to my fucking office? For what ?” He barks the questions rapidly.
    Erik opens and closes his mouth, like a fish out of water, but doesn’t say a word. Radimir picks up his dress shirt and throws it at me before sliding his boxers on, snatching his gun off of his desk.
    “Please sir… no ,” Erik stutters as tears start to stream down his face.
    I watch as Erik falls to his knees. He looks weak. Never have I seen any of my father’s men, or any man, cry and fall to his knees like Erik has just done. It surprises me.
    Radimir slaps him across the face with the back of his hand before pointing the gun to the middle of Erik’s forehead.
    “You do not deserve a punch like a man, Erik. You deserve a slap, like I would give any other woman who defied me. You get on your knees? How can you call yourself Bratva ? Bratva gets on their knees for no one,” he roars.
    I take a deep breath. Erik will never leave this office breathing again. This I know for sure.
    “I just… I just wanted to tell you that I moved all of your things, sir, and that Sergei was waiting for you in the foyer. Please . Please don’t kill me,” he begs.
    Radimir laughs manically