Page 21 of Her Vicious Angel

“Thank you,” I told Dmitri quickly in a low voice.

He shook his head, his nose looking purple and swollen.

“The Angel gets what he wants,” he said, “but if you need help, I will help you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, too embarrassed to know where to look.

I appreciated his concern.

But did Iwantto be rescued from Andrei?

Or did I want him to reach out a big arm and drag me into his bedroom?

I flushed at the thought as Andrei came back into the room, shoving his phone back into the pocket of his suit.

“My father says we need to stop by the Mirovogo Klassa Theater,” he said. “Revenue has been down there.”

“Are you taking her?” Dmitri asked. His whole stance and pose were casual, unhurried, unbothered.

But there was something in the way Dmitri looked at me that wasnotcasual.

Andrei stiffened and glared at him.

“Yes,” he said shortly. “She goes where I go. Now get your ass up and let’s go.”

I saw Dmitri nod and get up to accompany Andrei.

Outside, several of the men and Dmitri got into two Mercedes-Benz cars.

Andrei, though, got onto a motorcycle. Not the same one he had stolen, but a different one that looked heavier and more expensive.

To my surprise, he pulled me in front of him this time, so that I was pressed up against his chest.

“I want to be able to keep an eye on you,” he growled in my ear.

I ignored him, keeping my eyes straight ahead as he started up the motorcycle, leading us down the long driveway and through the dense forests that surrounded the lodge.

Although this time I was wearing a big furry jacket, a thick skirt, and huge boots, I could still feel the pressure of his body on mine. His legs were on my thighs, his shoulders were on my arms.

And I could feel his big cock pressing against the small of my back.

“After this stop we are going to St. Petersburg to see my father,” he rumbled. “Just the two of us. There won’t be anyone to hear if you cry for help.”

I gasped, and my heart started to pound. “I’ll run away,” I said boldly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

I heard the sharp intake of his breath, and then he laughed, short and mirthless.

“I’m not playing that game with you,” he said, bending over to my neck and taking my ear in his sharp teeth. “Don’t even fuckingthinkabout running away.”

He twisted at my ear with his teeth. How was it possible that even that touch sent shivers of arousal down my spine?

I wanted his hands on me. I was terrified of him, but I wanted his hands on me. I had to get away before he got me into bed with him. Because no good could come of having sex with Andrei Petrovic. He didn’t want a wife.

But would he let me go?

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The Mirovogo KlassaTheater was a gorgeous white and gold building set on a wide, carefully-manicured lawn.

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