Page 11 of Her Vicious Angel

But it still turned to Andrei.

“Is anything going to happen to Andrei for killing his father’s two men?” I asked.

Frederik shot a subtle glance at me.

“Andrei does what he wants,” his uncle said flatly. “In this part of the world he is more powerful than many of the political leaders. His own father can barely control him, and he’s not going to make a fuss over two unimportant lackeys.”

I wondered how exactly I was going to escape Andrei, and I forced myself to focus on the task ahead of me so my knees wouldn’t knock together with the idea of defying him.

I hadn’t realized how many hours had flown happily by as we organized together companionably. Frederik had a stunning collection, and I recognized a few very rare and priceless books from my PhD studies.

I hadalmostforgotten Andrei existed when the door to the library banged open.

His ice-blue eyes were sharp. “Where have you been? It’s time for lunch.”

“I’m not hungry,” I said, trying not to look at how his crisp white collared shirt was almost molded to his body.

He strode into the room and grabbed my arm. “It’s not an invitation. It’s an order.”

He propelled me firmly to the door. His grip was like steel.

“Let me go!” I cried.

Andrei ignored me, slamming the door behind us. I tried to pull away. I tried to push him away. I tried to twist my arm from his grip, but nothing worked. He hauled me down the hallway as if my efforts didn’t even register.

But as soon as we turned the corner he pushed me up against the wall and held me pinned there with his body.

I was caught in the heat of his fallen angel glare for a moment, then he bent down and kissed me.

The shock was like a plunge into freezing water. I tried to push him away, but he put a hand on my chin to keep me from escaping, and he ravaged my mouth with his. His fingers were hard and unyielding, and my pussy began to pound with need. I could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing on my stomach. Trying to push him away was like trying to move a marble statue.

He bore down on me, forcing my mouth open and his tongue was insistent, pushing into my mouth.

The feel of his tongue on mine, claiming me, was heady, and I couldn’t stop a tiny moan from escaping against his mouth.

Angry at myself, I tried to shove him away with both hands, my heart racing with the effort.

He broke off, moving his mouth to my neck to suck hard on the sensitive skin there.

“Why are you fighting it?” he asked angrily as I struggled in his arms.

He moved his tongue down to the hollow at the base of my neck, and I almost felt my eyes cross with arousal, but I reached my hand up and tried to grab a fistful of his hair.

He struck with the speed of a viper, grabbing my hand and pinning it viciously to the wall.

He was breathing heavily. “I swear toGod, Cerise, I am going to put you over my knee. You’re driving me insane.”

I heard the slight clearing of a throat, and then Frederik’s dry voice saying, “Are you going to lunch?”

I could hear Andrei’s heavy, ragged breath in my ear, and he slowly unpeeled himself from me.

He let me down from the wall, and gripped my shirt with one hand, forcing me to walk in front of him.

When we were almost to the dining room, he suddenly yanked me back and against the wall again.

“Don’t bother wearing fleeces,” he said. He bent down to whisper in my ear, “It doesn’t work.”

Then he put both hands on the front of the fleece and ripped, tearing the shirt off my body.

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