Page 25 of Her Vicious Angel

“Stay still!”

I tried to obey him, but it was difficult. I could feel the pressure growing in my belly as he rubbed and stroked my core, his fingers noisy and wet in my pussy.

My eyes were glazed with lust when one of his men came to the entrance to the hallway and said something sharply in Russian to him.

Andrei shot back one word, and this one I recognized.

Wait.

I should have been terrified that a rival family would come before we had more men with us, but I couldn’t think about anything but Andrei.

I could feel my legs trembling and stretching and he stopped just before I came, pulling his fingers out of my pussy.

I let out a cry of frustration, tightening my hands on his suit jacket.

The smell of blood in my nose was sharp and pungent.

He only laughed at me.

“I could stop right now, Cerise. Is that what you want?”

“No!” I cried. “Christ, you’re an asshole!”

My body writhed. I felt the frustrated pressure building and pooling in my belly and it felt like an itch all over my skin.

“Then what do you want?” he asked, putting a hand on my chin to force me to look him fully in the eyes.

“For you to touch me,” I whispered.

“Almost there,” he said arrogantly. “Whose pussy is this, Cerise?”

I hesitated, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he gave my pussy lips a little slap and I gasped with the unexpected pleasure of it.

“Yours, Andrei!” I said, as I burned with need.

With a growl of satisfaction, he lowered his head and sucked savagely on my neck and shoulders and pressed his thumb into my clit.

I threw my head back and convulsed. I didn’t even care about being quiet. I sobbed with relief, and I could feel my nails scraping down his expensive suit jacket.

I was gasping and boneless when Mikhail came back and this time Andrei took my arm firmly and we walked outside the building, me trying to keep up on wobbly legs.

Shit. I feel like I’ve punched through the fourth dimension.

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I couldn’t believewhat he did to me in the hallway, how he stroked and mastered me in the middle of the theater. And what was even more shocking is that I didn’t care who saw him pleasure me. I couldn’t deny any more how much I wanted him.

As Andrei gave further instructions to his men, my attention was caught by something happening on the side of the building. It’s Sergei with one of the dancers. The same tiny, delicate-looking woman. As I watched, he pulled her away from the rest of the group, her feet scrabbling on the ground as he dragged her with him.

“Hey!” I said, “Sergei! Let her go!”

Her frightened face was turned towards me, and without thinking I started running over to help her. Sergei didn’t stop, just put another hand on her arm.

I couldn’t bear the thought of any of the ballerinas getting hurt.

Andrei whirled around and his voice cracked out like a whip. Sergei instantly dropped the ballerina’s arm and walked back toward the others.

“Stay away from her!” I told him angrily. “She doesn’t want you.”

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