Forever my Badman (Russian Bratva Book 7) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Russian Bratva #7
Publisher: Hayley Faiman
Published: 2017-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Oksana lets out a sound of frustration and sits up, her eyes full of fire. The sadness disappears, and I can’t help the way my cock twitches at the sight of her emotion. My gorgeous wife. She’s right. I could fuck whoever I wanted and she couldn’t say shit to me. But that’s not what I was out doing. I was working.

I was stressed the fuck out. I came home and fucked her, knowing I was using her body for nothing other than my own selfish relief. My plans were as I’d said, to make it up to her when I woke up this morning. I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand, my eyes staying on her beautiful face.

“I was working, trying to find this fuck so that I can end this shit with your father. I was with Ustin, Ziven, and Timofei the entire night. There’s nobody else, lapochka. I swear to it,” I murmur as I slide my hand around to the back of her head, threading my fingers in her hair.

I hate to see tears fall from her eyes, but I can’t deny that seeing strong reactions from her about me—about us—it does something to me. Oksana is so fucking strong all of the time, but to see her vulnerabilities shine through to me, for me—it’s beautiful.

“Whose are they?” she asks. I close my eyes.

I know exactly who the owner of the panties she’s talking about is, but I’m not telling her. No way in fuck.

“Doesn’t matter,” I rumble as I scoot closer to her, pulling her down and rolling so that I’m halfway pinned on top of her, keeping her from moving.

“Maybe not to you, but I want to know,” she demands.

Oksana’s tears are now dry, and that fire is so fucking bright shining from her eyes. I’m afraid she’s going to ignite me just by looking at her.

“Belka,” I shrug. “She doesn’t matter.”

Oksana presses her lips together again, and I understand it as her trying to bite her tongue from speaking. She nods as if she’s agreeing to something inside of her head before she speaks. I wait for her, giving her the time that she needs.

“Will you see her again?” she asks, her voice weak and small.

“Nyet. You’re the only woman I need. How do you not know this by now?” I ask in all seriousness.

“I found those, and then you were gone all day, and we’re here now. We’re at your home and you were gone and I’m just… I’m scared.”

“Lapochka,” I sigh as I lower my head so that my lips press against hers. “Do not be frightened,” I whisper against her lips before I take her mouth.

Oksana wraps her fingers around my biceps and holds onto to me tightly, tighter than she ever has. It makes my chest ache. I’ve hurt her, my strong girl. I fucking hate that I made her sad, then fucked her body when she was already feeling hurt and alone, taking and giving nothing in return but heartache.

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