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

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    Radimir nods, putting a grape in his mouth. I watch as he slowly chews the fruit, gently, and with purpose. Suddenly, desire rips through me. I want to be that grape. I want his full lips to wrap around any part of my body, and I want his teeth to sink into my skin. Though I’m not sure why I want this, I just know that with him, I want it all.
    I have never been allowed to date before. Never even been allowed to be alone with a man. When I went to France, I had guards—guards that reported to my father every single step I took.
    One of the guards I thought I had feelings for. I would give him shy glances and grins. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his full lips on mine. Eventually, the other guard ratted him out, told my father he was coming on to me. It was too late, though; heinous damages had been done, the guard turned into a monster and the next day a new one replaced him.
    Having feelings for Ivan Chekov’s daughter was dangerous. Acting on them was deadly.
    From that moment on, I kept to myself. I never allowed myself to dream about anything more with a man, not matter what I wanted, no matter what I craved. I was not going to put another person in harm’s way because of my psychotic father.
    Things are different now, though. I have the opportunity to feel for another human. To possibly love. Last night, I would not have said I could have ever fallen for this man in front of me. But he isn’t exactly what I imagined when my brother handed me to him. He left me alone, he’s not taken any liberties, and when he looks at me, my heart flutters inside of my chest.
    “Yes, whatever you like. This is your house now, too, kotik . Whatever you wish, it is yours,” he smiles.
    My eyes widen. I wonder what I will have to do to get whatever I wish. Radimir wraps his big hand around mine and, as though he is a mind reader, he speaks soft and low.
    “Everything I give you, Emiliya, comes with no strings. If you do not want to be intimate, I will not force you to be. I will still protect you and care for you in any way you wish. You are mine and I am yours from here on out. I hope that you will want me one day, as I find I already want you; but if that day doesn’t come, I will not force you.
    “Your home will always be with me, beside me, and you will always be provided for. Do not worry about anything. I will have a few chefs come this week for interviews. Pick who you want,” he says, his thumb tracing small circles on the inside of my wrist.
    My whole body melts, my insides catch on fire, and I shiver all at the same time . I want him . I want him and I don’t know how I feel about that. I also don’t know how to express that. So I nod and I focus on my food.
    “You will need to find a wedding dress. We must make this public. We will have a small ceremony in one week’s time. We will leak the photographs to the paparazzi,” he announces before he goes back to eating his breakfast.
    We don’t speak again, and he leaves shortly after, explaining he has to go into work. He advises that I stay inside the home. There is a guard outside the front door, keeping me safe, and he hands me his cell phone number. He is so nice, so soft with me, and the cold look in his eyes is now gone. I like that. I can see myself liking him more and more. It seems my body already loves him .
    I go back to my room, shower, and change into real clothes for the day. I do not know what to expect, so I wait…
    I am… well —I am bored.
    I need something to do besides stare at the television and through the windows into the city below me. Radimir has been gone for five long hours and I am ready to climb the walls.
    At home with my father, I was given a guard, but allowed to do as I wished. I usually just met with friends or went to the spa. It wasn’t that I was some spoiled princess, because I wasn’t; it was that my father didn’t allow me to do things that normal girls my age did.
    There were no clubs, no menial