Page 17 of Her Vicious Angel

His big fingers tightened around my ass.

“Because my father arranged for her to come here and becomemywife.”

Dmitri’s voice was flat. “Then how come you aren’t fucking her?”

From my position on Dmitri’s lap, I could see a flash of anger on Andrei’s face.

“I don’t want awife,” he said. “But I’m still the only one allowed to touch her.”

Dmitri shrugged although I could sense that this wasn’t over.

“I bet I can make her wet,” he said.

Andrei got up suddenly, reaching us in a few strides, and jerking me roughly off of Dmitri’s lap. His fingers were hard and cruel on my arms.

“Stay away from her,” he ordered. “She’s fuckingmine.”

Dmitri didn’t move. His dark eyes were expressionless. I could feel his anger simmering below the surface but he said nothing, just nodded in acknowledgement.

Still holding me in a firm grip, Andrei yanked me down one of the hallways. I tried to break his hold, but it was like iron.

“Let me go!” I protested.

He turned and pinned me against the wall.

“Tell people you’re mine, and they’ll leave you alone,” he said angrily.

“I don’t remember you asking me if Iwantedto be yours,” I shot back.

“Petrovics do not ask for permission,” Andrei said.

He bent down and kissed me. His touch was hard and savage, and his kisses were punishing.

He pulled away and put both hands in my hair, forcing me to face him.

“Let me be clear,” he said, his blue eyes boring into mine. “You will fuck no one but me. Is that understood?”

I said nothing, but his rough hands were making me alarmingly aroused.

His hands move to my ass, cupping it and pulling me even closer to him, so that his hard cock was rubbing against me.

I started to feel heat pounding to my pussy. Would my body never behave itself around him? He reached a hand down to my top button and I knocked it away.

Andrei growled at me. “I can feel your wet pussy through your fucking pants, Cerise,” he snapped. “Don’t play games with me. Why are you fucking fighting me?”

I didn’t want to say the real reason, which was that he terrified me, so instead I said,

“Because I have a boyfriend. Back in America.”

Andrei’s eyes darkened with anger, and he tightened his hold on me. “You’re a fucking liar, Cerise. And I don’t give a shit anyway. No one else is fucking you but me. You ceased to belong to anyone else the second I wanted you.”

I gasped as his fingers bit into my hips and ass. I hated how his harsh words felt like a stinging kiss against my skin, sending heat flaming through my body.

He shoved a knee between my closed legs, forcing my thighs to open, and he ground his knee against my pussy.

But just then I saw one of his men appear at the end of the hallway.

“Andrei,” he called.

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