Page 30 of Her Vicious Angel

He pulled up to a bustling, busy hotel. It looked expensive.

“Come on,” he said, lifting me off the bike. “They know me here.”

To be with Andrei was like being with a celebrity that everyone was scared shitless of.

They all recognized him immediately. I saw the guests looking up at him as we walked to the front desk, and there were a variety of expressions on their faces as they ate in the golden dining rooms and lounges. Some people looked curious, some people looked excited, women licked their lips, men fiddled with their silverware. But mostly everyone looked frightened. One of the hotel workers even put in an urgent call to the hotel owner, and he appeared to greet Andrei, bowing deeply, his moustaches bristling to attention.

Andrei led me upstairs to what was the fanciest goddamn hotel suite I’d ever been in—all gleaming marble and shiny gold, with a huge four-poster bed in the center and luxury couches and tables everywhere. I looked out through the big glass windows, and the view of the city was breathtaking.

“I’m going out,” Andrei said. “They have a club here that I like to visit.”

“Ah yes,” I said. “The unnatural proclivities club.”

His eyes flashed at me, but he said evenly, “Don’t expect me to see me again tonight. I’ll be gone until tomorrow morning.”

“Fine,” I replied, and I watched as he turned and his tall, broad figure went striding down the hallway.

15

ANDREI

The club is pulsating with music. There’s bass music for most of the pleasure-seekers, but there’s some rooms piping in classical music, for those who want a more refined, pinky-up fucking.

I glance down at the big open floor of the club from my higher vantage point on the second story.

It’s full of writhing, moaning, fucking people.

There’s a blonde woman tied up in the center of the room, trussed with ropes around her hands, arms, legs, feet. Her pussy lips are spread wide, two clamps stretching and pulling her. Any man in the club can come up and lick her pussy. Men are all over her. Two men are sucking on her clit. Two or three others are putting nipple clamps on her, while another man fucks her asshole.

She meets my eyes and I can tell she’s aroused by me watching.

Because of course she knows who I am.

Everyone knows who I am.

And if I had come in earlier she’d be begging to be freed from her ropes so I could fuck her.

I move on, past all of the specialty rooms.

Suddenly there’s a hand on my arm and I recognize Natasha.

“Andrei!” she cries with pleasure. “I haven’t seen you in a while! Are you back for another?”

I’ve hired her one or two times before.

“I loved the last time,” she said. She’s breathing faster, I can tell. She’s aroused. “I loved fucking in a pool of blood.”

She licks her lips. “I’ll do it, anytime you want.”

I shake my head and move past her. I can hear her disappointed moan behind me, but I don’t give a fuck.

I pass by a room with a man with a cat o’nine tails. He’s whipping a woman in front of him and she moans in delight.

I know if I went in there and asked the woman to fuck me instead, she would. They all would.

They all want a chance with a Bratva boss.

I pass a room and there’s a woman getting a belt on her ass.

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