Page 16 of Her Vicious Angel

If he was waiting for me tobegto ride him, he’d be waiting until his balls fell off.

I hadn’t even wanted to come to this party. I had been in my room reading one of the books I had borrowed from Frederik when I heard a knock on the door and Andrei’s right and left-hand men were both there. They said they had come to escort me out to get a glass of wine.

I declined politely. They didn’t take no for an answer. I tried to slam the door in their faces, but then Vladimir shoved his foot in the door and Mikhail had made it clear, politely enough, that their orders were to not come back without me.

And you didn’t ignore an order from the Bratva Angel.

I was as far away as I could get from Andrei, but unfortunately I still had to stand around while the women argued about who was going to get to suck him off.Delightful.

I couldn’t see the expression on his face because there were so many women in front of him, but I could see his stance, and he was leaning arrogantly back on the couch, one big arm slung casually over the back of the seat.

Cocky bastard, I thought.

I stood awkwardly in a corner of the living room, fiddling with my glass, until one man walked up to me. He was particularly big and broad-shouldered, with thick bands of muscle. He had dark, slicked-back hair, and an intense laser stare. His face wasn’t necessarily handsome, but there was something viscerally raw and appealing about him. He wore a collared shirt but, unlike Andrei, it looked about as natural on him as it would have on a caveman.

“Mmm, who are you?” he asked, in a low growly rumble.

“Move along, chum,” I said sourly. “There’s plenty of other women here who would be happy to pleasure you.”

He stopped then and I could see his harsh mouth quirk up in a smile.

“And what if I wantyouto pleasure me?” he said.

“Then you’d be shit out of luck,” I snapped, my temper fraying.

“I like your shirt,” he said, his voice deep and amused.

“Well, I don’t like yours,” I retorted. “Are you one of the Petrovics or someone paid to crack skulls for them?”

He stepped closer to me and reached out, putting both hands on my ass and drawing me closer to him.

“I’m a Petrovic,” he said. “We crack skulls ourselves.”

My breath caught involuntarily in my throat. His hands were greedy, grabbing and massaging my ass. He bent down and grabbed my ear with his teeth.

I gasped and tried to push him away, but he rumbled with laughter again.

“You’re a skittish one, aren’t you?”

The stranger had me in a firm grasp and I couldn’t escape. He bent his head and licked right at the base of my throat. The sudden sensation was shocking, and my hands tightened suddenly on his shirt, involuntarily clutching him closer.

He gave a sudden inarticulate growl and ran a hand down my belly.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked.

“No one,” I said angrily, trying to shove him away. “Definitely not you.”

He chuckled again.

“If no one has claimed you then you belong to me,” he replied.

He pulled me down on his lap in a chair, grabbing my ass again to position me above where his massive cock was straining at his pants. He had put a hand under my shirt when I heard Andrei speak.

“Don’t touch her, Dmitri.”

I whirled around. Andrei was glaring at us. On the couch, he looked easy, feline, graceful, but there was something dangerous in the way he sat, too.

Dmitri said, “And why not?”

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