Page 18 of Her Vicious Angel

Andrei turned his head but didn’t let me go.

“I don’t want to be disturbed,” he said.

“It’s your father,” Vladimir said. “He’s on the phone and he wants to know what happened in Moscow.”

Andrei grunted and slowly, reluctantly, let me go.

I felt breathless. I had to get away from him. He was dangerous.

I watched Andrei all evening, but I kept away from him. If he came into the room, I retreated quickly to the other side or escaped into another room. He didn’t look at me again.

I felt a brief unwelcome flash of jealousy, but I shook it away with determination.

Maybe one of the other women would catch his eye. That would be a good thing, right? If he had other women to amuse him, he wouldn’t be trying to beat down my door all night, would he?

I stopped by the library to talk to Frederik, and then I headed back to my room.

I yawned. I was still dealing with jet lag and the time zone change. I didn’t bother to turn my light on, but locked the door and sleepily took off my jeans and shirt. I unsnapped my bra with a sigh of relief and pulled on one of the soft silky nightgowns that had been left in my room. I could feel the fabric rubbing against my nipples.

All my furniture had been put back in place, probably by one of the servants, and I went to do my same routine again. I had just dragged the dresser across the door and turned for more when I felt two forceful hands grab me by the waist and pull me back against a hard, urgent cock.

Andrei.

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CERISE

Iscreamed. Loudly.

He immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, but my scream had been high and loud.

He drug me back away from the door.

“Forfuck’ssake, Cerise,” he hissed in my ear.

I could feel his hard cock pressing on my back.

One of his hands was on my mouth and the other hand gripped my nightgown tightly. I heard an almost feral groan behind me as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

He yanked my hips back, grinding me against his cock.

I shrieked against his hand, but it was pressed so firmly against my mouth that no noise came out.

“What am I going to find when I put my finger in your pussy, Cerise?” he demanded, his breath hot on my neck. “I think it’s going to be wet for me. Am I right?”

He leaned back against the wall and then he shoved a big leg through each of mine so that I was trapped, with my pussy raised high.

I could feel it pounding with need even before he reached down for me.

He rubbed my pussy through my nightgown, and I felt my wetness soaking the thin fabric.

He rumbled in satisfaction.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled.

Then he flipped up my nightdress with one impatient motion and I heard his sharp intake of breath as he dipped a finger into my pussy.

“Fucking hell, Cerise, you need to be ridden.”

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