Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) (19 page)

I massage the firm, round globe of her ass a few times before I reach back and deliver her first blow. I watch as her neck arches at the same time her back bows. She doesn’t say a word, but the rigidness to her body and the bright pink handprint on her ass tells me that she felt it.

I gently rub the spot I caused her pain, kneading her flesh until I feel her body relax. Then I deliver her second blow, on her other cheek. She tenses afterward but doesn’t have as much of a reaction as she did the first time.

Once I finish massaging her other cheek, I chance sliding my fingers through her center, teasing her pussy. She’s wet, proving a theory I already knew—she likes it.

I play with her pussy and her clit for a few moments before I take my hand from between her legs and slap her flesh again, just below her first blow.

I repeat the entire sequence three more times, massaging her ass, playing with her pussy, and then slapping her again. By the last time, she’s so wet between her legs, she’s dripping.

I have to be inside of her—but first, I’m going to play for a little while longer.

“Did you like that, Tati?” I ask, finally speaking.

“It hurt,” she whispers hoarsely.

“I’m sure it did, but did you
like
it?” I ask, not allowing her to get away without answering me.

“You’re an ass,” she grinds out. It makes me chuckle.

“Are you going to touch another man again?” I ask, pressing a finger against her clit. I just hold it there.

“
No
,” she sobs.

“Did you enjoy that spanking? Would you like it again?” I ask, surely driving her crazy as I gently begin to pet her pussy.
Fuck
, she’s so warm and wet, I want my dick deep inside of her immediately.

“Yes, yes I did. Now, can I come, Kirill?” she asks, like a smartass.

I should spank her again, but I don’t. Instead, I release her wrists from my hold and shove two fingers inside of her while my other hand snakes beneath her body. I use two fingers to begin vigorously rubbing circles against her clit.

I feel her pussy flutter around my fingers and then it contracts at the same time she cries out and pushes her hips against my hand. She rocks her hips as she rides her climax, and I let her. I watch as she comes all over my fingers, her ass painted red with my handprints.

It’s so fucking beautiful.

Once she is completely worn out, I slide out from beneath her and shed my clothing. My breath hitches when she looks over at me, watching me. Her face is a mixed expression of awe and lust; her eyelids are lowered and her bottom lip is puffy from what I assume was her teeth biting it. Her hair is a mess and she’s never looked more beautiful to me.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Tati,” I inform her. She nods once, not moving from her place on the bed.

“Make me feel good, Kirill,” she murmurs huskily.

“Beg me,
krushka
,” I demand.

I watch as her eyes widen and then she slowly rises to her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed. I am weak for her. How I thought I could use and lose her,
push her away
, I will never know.

This woman will always own me.

I will always love her, every single part of me.

The distance, the betrayal, none of that matters—not when she’s begging me; not when she’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world. Not when we’re alone in this room, when the rest of the world disappears and it’s just simply—
us
.

“Please, Kirill.
Please
, take me,” she whispers. I do believe that
she
thinks this is the best she can do—it is indeed not.

“Not good enough,” I mutter.

I watch as her eyes widen and then fill with a wicked gleam. It makes me shiver with anticipation.

She slides off of the bed and walks over to me. It’s only two steps, but she’s a seductive lioness for those two steps, and it makes my cock even harder.

Tati’s hand lifts and her finger trails down my chest to my waist, stopping right at my hip before she slowly sinks to her knees.

It is my turn to gasp in surprise when her tongue snakes out and licks the entire underside of my cock. I groan when it swirls around the head and she wraps her lips around me. She doesn’t take me deeply into her mouth, but she rocks back on her heels and looks up at me, mischief in her eyes.

“
Please,
Kirill, make me feel good,” she begs.

My patience is shredded. I want inside of her too badly to draw this out another second. I bend down and pick her up by her waist before tossing her onto the bed. A second later I’m on top of her, and a half a second after that, I’m deep inside of her hot cunt. I hear her sigh beneath me as I begin to slowly fuck her. I’m drawing this out as much as I can. She feels too good for a fast fuck.

“Kirill,” she whimpers.

I pause, my cock buried deep inside of her and my arm bracing my body above hers at the side of her head.

“Tati?” I ask.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. This is where I was always meant to be,” she admits as tears stream down her face.

I am
hopeless
for her.

I hate myself for falling again so easily; or maybe I never wasn’t in love with her to begin with.

Anger, hate and love walk such thin lines. Maybe I have always been in love with my Tati.

Maybe our love has been a smoldering that never died, which is now a raging fire burning brightly between us, that draws us closer and refuses to die completely, no matter how much time has passed between us.

I am looking up at him. He’s both inside of me and on top of me
. I’ve never been happier
. It’s stupid to feel so much emotion for a man who clearly has so much bitterness and anger still toward me, but I don’t think I could ever not love Kirill.

Even finding out the truth, even being mistreated and threatened by him, I still love him. I still love his touch and the way he makes me feel. I love the way his eyes burn bright when he looks at me, even when he’s angry. I love the way he treats our daughter, with obvious unconditional love of a real father. I love that though he’s hurting, and bitter, and livid, there’s still a softness to him that he tries to hide, but can’t quite. I just love him—
Kirill
.

Deep down, I think that all the anger and threats were because he still loves me and he thought I killed myself and our baby. I’m sure I would feel the same way had he done those things to me.

I groan when his arm slides under my knee and he spreads me ever wider for him. Kirill continues to slowly slide in and out of me, his eyes focused intently on mine. I moan when his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he muffles his own groan of pleasure.

“I accept your apology, Tatyana,” he murmurs before he starts to thrust harder inside of me.

I watch as he throws his head back and I have the most perfect view of his throat as his cock slams inside of me. I can feel my body building toward my climax. His soft grunts fill the room and it is all I can hear before I topple over the edge and succumb to my release. Kirill buries his face into my neck as he cries out and his cock twitches inside of me, filling me with his own climax.

I’m boneless, completely spent as his hips continue to gently move while he slides in and out of me. I run my nails up and down his back as he groans. Then, he lifts his head and looks into my eyes before he grins.

“We’re a fucking mess, yeah?” he asks. I can do nothing but nod at his words.

“We are,” I agree.

“But you’re my
krushka
, my babydoll. I’m tired of being angry with you. I want to hate you so very badly, but I can’t. You have taken such good care of Kiska, you’ve worked hard, and you are surprisingly kind to me no matter how cruel I’ve been.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” I confess. He nods.

“I know this. It’s going to take some time for me to trust you, but I think that in time we will get to a good place again,” he says.

Together we rise from bed and take a long shower. The shower starts out innocently enough, but later, we have a rough, quick fuck against the shower wall. Then we climb into bed, and for the first night since I’ve been in his bed, Kirill holds me close.

I know that we will keep working forward. I hope that we won’t take any more steps back. In all honesty, even if our relationship began on false pretenses, I truly love this
badman
of mine. Kirill is that, too. Mine. He always has been. Just as I have always been his.

I lie in bed, wrapped in Kirill’s strong arms, but I can’t sleep. I trace the tattoos on his fingers, his hand, and then his arm.

“You need to sleep, Tati,” he murmurs against my shoulder before he places a gentle kiss there.

“What do these mean? You didn’t have them before,” I ask as I continue to touch his tattooed arm.

“They aren’t your concern,” he says, brushing me off.

I turn in his arms and face him. I look into those stormy gray eyes of his. They’re soft right now. He’s been sated with an orgasm and he’s sleepy. It’s my favorite look on him, aside from when he’s ready to pounce on me with lust.

I run my palm over his soft beard and I smile.

“They’re my concern, Kirill. I’m to be your wife, and I want to know what they all mean,” I almost beg. He sighs and closes his eyes. He opens them right before he begins to speak.

“They stand for things I have done in my life. Jobs I’ve completed. Things that I have done in the organization. They tell my story so that every other
Bratva
member will know my power and rank, they’ll know what I’ve done, and they’ll know not to fuck with me.”

I gulp taking in his words. His eyes are like stone staring back at me, unmoving and unfeeling. I don’t let him frighten me like I think he’s trying to do. Instead, I lean in and brush my lips over his in a kiss, my hand still on his cheek. When I lean back, I notice that his eyes are a bit softer, a little less angry.

“I won’t pretend to understand everything you have seen and done or why. What I do understand is that you are a good man. I think that what we’ve been through has been stressful for both of us for far too long. I think that it all came to a head and now, hopefully, we can sail a little easier, together. Also, I want to be your informant,” I admit.

The idea just flew out of my mouth, without thought and without a plan.

“What are you talking about?” he asks as his brows furrow in confusion.

“What if I played Ryan? You want him gone. I want him gone. He thinks that I’ll turn at any time and inform him of your doings. He wants to nail you for whatever reason. I don’t know how, but what if I pretended to rat you out, be his informant when in reality I was getting information on him for you?” I ask, wondering if I’m making any sense at all.

Kirill is just looking at me silently. His eyes roam all over my face and he shows me nothing of what he is thinking. I stay silent, letting his mind work, wondering if I just did more damage to our already instable relationship.

Then, he grins.

“You’re a bad girl, Tatyana,” he chuckles, pulling me in closer, my breasts smashing against his chest.

I gasp when his lips cover mine and his tongue dives deep inside of my mouth before he pulls away from me. He winks and I melt a little at the sight of his playfulness and his smile.

“I hate that man, and you’re right. He’s a thorn in my side and I want him gone. I can’t kill him because he’s a government agent and it would be too suspicious. I don’t think he’s on the up-and-up. The way he talked you into leaving without you having any real information, the way he just cut off your informant money. That doesn’t sit well with me; that doesn’t seem like something the government would do. Plus, he’s been bothering some of my guys’ wives. I want him gone. Ten years and he’s found nothing substantial enough to even arrest me on, not once. That being said, I don’t want you in danger.” He murmurs the last part of his speech and it deflates me a bit. I want to help. I want to prove to him that I am trustworthy.

“Okay,” I mutter looking down at his tattooed frame. He has a huge tattoo of a pair of eyes, one below his collar bone on each side of his chest. It’s creepy looking.

“They mean,
I can see everything—I am watching
,” he murmurs as he places his finger under my chin and moves my head back.

“They certainly do look like they’re always watching,” I smirk.

“I do not want you in danger, Tati. Once the word is out everywhere that you are indeed not deceased and that you are engaged to me, you will be a big enough target. You do not need extra hanging over you, okay?” he asks, dipping his chin and placing a kiss on my nose.

“Okay,” I agree. I’m lying.

I will find a way to help him, to get information that Agent Ryan Green has, to find out exactly what the hell is going on.

“Now, sleep. We’re going over to one of my men’s house tomorrow night for dinner with a few different families. You’ll meet some other wives and maybe make friends,” he grunts. I roll over and scoot against his chest, wiggling my ass into his crotch.

“You wake up my cock, I’m going to use it, Tati. I’m tired, so I’ll make you do all the work, yeah?”