Page 28 of Her Vicious Angel

Then he stepped up to me and put one hand on the back of my neck. His hand was like a brand on my body.

“I told you to stay by the bike,” he said.

I looked back at the men Andrei had left with broken necks on the street. I shouldn’t have felt the wild fierce pride that pulsed through my body at what he had done.

But I did.

“Walk to the bike,” he said, giving me a little push ahead of him.

I walked ahead of him to where we had parked, wondering what he was going to do to me.

I stood uncertainly by the bike and then I heard a hard, fast swishing sound and he was grabbing my hands and tying them to a bike rack in front of me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I cried, tugging and pulling at my bindings, but his goddamn expensive silk tie was holding me tightly to the bike rack.

“You’ll listen next time,” he said.

I heard snapping and swishing sounds, and I realized with horror that he was taking his belt off.

“Don’t even think about it!” I yelled back at him.

He ignored me, and came up behind me, flipping my skirt up and ripping down my leggings. He tore off my panties with one impatient hand.

The cold air hitting my ass and swirling around my exposed pussy was already sending shivers up my body.

He put a hard, uncompromising hand on my spine and pushed my back down, then tipped my hips up so that my ass was raised up.

“Is this a joke?” I said, twisting back to look at him.

He had a frown on his face and I knew I was going to get no mercy from him.

“My business is dangerous, and I don’t want to waste time dragging your ass out of a bunch of shit I told you to avoid,” he said.

“I don’t want to be involved withyouat all!” I said hotly. “Take me to some nice accountant’s house and give me to him.”

His mouth curved upwards. “Giveyou to another man? Oh, Cerise, I don’t fucking think so.”

Then he twisted his wrist and the end of the belt whipped out.

It stung like amotherfucker,and I yelped with displeasure.

“Christ, you’re an asshole!” I yelled, and I could hear him chuckle behind me.

The belt whipped out again and caught my other cheek.

I bit down on my lip this time, determined that he wouldn’t hear me yelp.

“As soon as you let me go, I’m going to claw your eyes out,” I said.

He laughed again. “Now you sound like a Bratva wife.”

“I wouldn’t be your wife foranything,” I shot back. “Mail me back to the U.S.”

“Stop deluding yourself that I plan to let you go,” Andrei said. “You’re fuckingmine, Cerise. And I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

I hated that his words were sending wetness flooding my pussy.

His belt flicked across my ass again, and I bit down on my lip and tasted blood, but I realized that the throbbing of my ass seemed to be pulsating right to my pussy.

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