Page 19 of Her Vicious Angel

This time I moaned against his hand.

“If I remove my hand are you going to scream again?” he demanded.

I shook my head mutely. My stomach clenched with need. I wanted his fingers in me. I wanted his hands on me. I couldn’t deny it.

But before he could remove his hand, I heard a pounding on my door and the doorknob was being rattled fiercely.

“Cerise? Cerise?” I heard a deep voice call.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Andrei yelled, but that was the wrong thing to say, because the person on the other side of the door lifted a shoulder and broke it down, kicking past the dresser to flick on the light.

It was Dmitri, and what he saw when he broke in was me standing pinned in place, with Andrei’s hand over my mouth and Andrei’s fingers deep in my pussy.

Andrei dropped his hands but kept one firm grip on the back of my nightgown in case I ran away.

“What the fuck, Dmitri?” he yelled. “This is none of your concern.”

Dmitri folded his arms and just looked at the both of us.

“I don’t hold with forcing a woman,” he said flatly.

“I’m not fucking forcing her!” said Andrei, dropping the back of my nightgown and advancing on his cousin.

Dmitri didn’t make a move, but his cool dark eyes watched Andrei.

“And since when areyoupermitted to interfere with anything I do to what’s mine?” Andrei snarled.

“You said you weren’t going to marry her,” said Dmitri, as my insides gave a traitorous leap at Andrei’s words.

What’s mine.

Andrei’s jaw was set angrily. “She’sminewhether she’s married to me or not.”

“You know the rules,” said Dmitri. “If you want exclusive you have to marry her.”

“Let’s put it this way,” said Andrei, and his tone sent shivers down my spine as he closed in on Dmitri. “She is mine and I’ll kill anyone who touches her.”

Dmitri was broader, but Andrei was taller, and Andrei closed on him, raining a series of sharp, vicious blows down on his cousin.

Dmitri tried to block him and gave him a powerful shove away, but Andrei struck like a cobra. I heard a crack and a sharp grunt from Dmitri, and I hoped Andrei hadn’t broken a rib.

Dmitri turned and landed an elbow on Andrei’s shoulder, then a blow to his mouth. It would have floored a weaker man, but Andrei only staggered back a few steps, then whirled on his cousin again.

When I saw Andrei’s fist smash into Dmitri’s nose, I screamed, loud and ringing.

Before Andrei could strike again, somebody else walked into the room. It was Frederik, dressed warmly up to his ears in a furry robe.

“What’s going on here?” he asked sternly.

Andrei was breathing rapidly, and I could see that his fallen-angel face was very angry. The cut on his lip was bleeding and dripping down his chin.

“Dmitri not knowing his place,” he said.

Although Andrei was much taller than Frederik, his uncle exuded power as he said, “Why don’t you wait until you have. . .taken her to see your father first, before you force her into her wifely duties?”

Andrei hesitated for a second, but his familial respect for the older man won out.

“Fine,” he said. “On one condition. I will be taking her to St. Petersburg tomorrow and neither of you will be accompanying us.”

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