Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) Read Online Free

be going down soon, Radimir. Sergei has ordered the hit on my father,” Yakov informed. I gaped at the man in surprise.
    “I need you to protect my sister, Emiliya,” he practically pleaded.
    I nodded.
    “Of course, I protect your sister. Whatever you need of me, brother, I will do,” I said.
    Yakov was an independent, but still part of the brotherhood. He had been hiding this part of himself from his father for years, keeping himself on both sides—keeping himself useful. Yakov shook his head, a grim look on his face.
    “I need you to take her as your own, Radimir. Your woman. Does this make me an asshole? Am I my father? He has a contract with a man for her marriage,” he rambled, shaking his head in disgust.
    I just looked at him. He wanted me to take his sister— take her.
    “It doesn’t make you him, Yakov, and you know it. But why me?” I asked in surprise. He could have found a much better, much nicer man for her than me.
    Yakov just shook his head, like the question was silly.
    “You will be good to her. I saw what Klavdia did to you, how she behaved, yet you treated her like a queen. Even when you sold her, you made sure it was to a good man who would treat her right. My sister, she is pure, she is good, and she will treat you right, Radimir. If you are kind to her and gentle with her, she will give you everything you desire in life. I know, in return, you will give her what she desires. She will hate me for a while for this, but I must see to her safety and her happiness when all of this goes down.”
    “I will do as you ask, my friend. I will never mistreat her, in this you are right; but I will also never pressure her for more than she is willing to give me; so if she does not want every aspect of a relationship, she will always be safe in my home and with me at her side,” I admit softly. He claps me on the shoulder.
    “I knew you were the right man, Radimir. You are good man, my friend.”
    This evening, when I walked into Maxim’s apartment to see Emiliya, I gasped at the sight of her. I had never paid attention to the gossip magazines when they had pictures of the infamous Ivan Chekov and his daughter, but I should have. She is phenomenal . Her hair is long, to her waist; it is jet black, and her eyes a cool blue, almost white. Her porcelain skin is nothing short of perfection. Her body makes me weak at the knees.
    Emiliya is built as a woman should be, her breasts full and round, her waist not overly thin, her hips full, and her ass makes my heart skip a beat inside of my chest—it was full, plump, and waiting for my hands to take it and squeeze, hard . She is the exact opposite of Klavdia, but no less beautiful in her own right. She is even short to Klavdia’s model-esque stature.
    I balled my fists in order to keep from reaching out and wrapping her in my arms. My body knows and even my brain screams MINE at the sight of her. Her red lips trembled, and I yearned to kiss them.
    I imagine what her small body will feel like underneath my powerful one; how it will feel to have her hips in front of me while I fuck her from behind, that luscious ass in full view; to be able to lift her and manipulate her tiny body to my will. I shiver at the thought.
    I need her.
    I want her.
    She is mine.
    Now that I am in my home, with Emiliya just a few doors down, I can’t bring myself to take her. So vulnerable, my girl , and so very naïve .
    I have never fucked a virgin, never made a woman bleed from my cock going inside of her. I don’t know if I could be gentle with her. I want her too badly for that.
    I lock her away like a prisoner, but it isn’t because I am afraid she will run. I know she won’t. Emiliya is resigned to her position just as her brother said she would be. She is a good girl, such a good girl. I lock her away because if she were to wander around this house and I saw just a glimpse of her, I would fuck her and she would hate me for it.
    My cock is harder than it has been in years,