Page 12 of Her Vicious Angel

I was left in only my black tank top. I looked down to see his mouth turn up with pleasure at how the shirt pulled across my heavy breasts.

“Better,” he said, then he pushed me in front of him into the dining room.

I heard him order something in Russian, and a servant hastened to put a chair for me beside his.

Great.There went my plans of eating as quickly as I could and then running away from him as fast as I could.

I sat down next to him, uncomfortably aware of his big, powerful body only a few inches away. He sat like a king, his legs wide, his stance relaxed.

I tried to move away as inconspicuously as I could, edging to the other side of my chair, but his big hand clamped on my thigh and trapped me.

I tried to eat the crisp soups and the savory meat dishes, but it was hard with his hand on my thigh.

When it began to move up during the after-dinner coffee, I dropped my spoon with a clatter on my plate.

7

ANDREI

Ilook over at her, watching her eyes widen with surprise as I stretched my fingers slowly up her leg until they curled around her pussy.

I put out one finger and rubbed her clit through her leggings. Even through the fabric I could feel her clit was hot and throbbing with need.

Fuck,she was so goddamn hot.

I couldn’t ever remember wanting a woman this badly. She was like a fire in my veins, and the fact that I hadn’t fucked her yet was like a constant rasp and a tear and pull on my skin.

I could feel my cock hardening under the table as I watched her struggle to look unconcerned and undistracted.

She bit down on that full lower lip and I wanted to sweep all the plates off the table and go balls-deep in her.

My hands felt wet even through the fabric.

God, she was such a little horny freak.

I didn’t know why she fought me so hard. It was obvious she desired me.

I felt her hands on my wrist, trying to push me off, trying to make me stop.

Her breasts in that tiny little shirt were jostled about, and my mouth watered at the thought of tearing her bra off and curling my tongue around her nipples.

Shit, I was down bad.

Why was she fighting me so hard? Maybe she was pissed because she wasn’t going to get the 5 million dollars my father had promised her.

That was a stupid reason to fight me. Because I was worth way more than that.

And I definitely wasn’t letting her go back to America.

She would be staying here at my pleasure.

As long as I wanted.

I glanced over at her again. Both her hands were still on my wrist trying to pry me off, but her face was flushed with arousal and she was panting softly.

When I felt her hips rotate toward me to pull my fingers even closer, I thought I was going to levitate from my fuckingchair.

Yeah, I was pretty sure she was going to be staying here permanently.

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