Page 32 of Her Vicious Angel

He put a big thigh between my legs and knocked them apart impatiently.

“Open for me,” he commanded, spreading my body even wider for him.

Then he gripped my hips and entered me with one smooth thrust.

My hands scrabbled at the railing as he pounded into me. I was so sore that him riding me felt like pressing a bruise, the pressure of his hands making my ass and hips throb pleasurably. I moaned as he thrust over and over, my body beginning to tingle with anticipation. I could hear his ragged breathing, as if he couldn’t control himself.

“The unnatural proclivities club closed for the night?” I managed to gasp out.

He paused for a second and stiffened. “Do you wish I was out fucking other women?” he asked angrily.

“Nn-o,” I said.

“If I wanted to be fucking other women, I would be,” he said, raising his hand and giving me a sharp smack on my already-painful ass.

I howled in shock.

Then he ran a hand up my back and neck to tangle in my hair, pulling me even closer.

“I want you to come for menow,” he growled menacingly in my ear.

His thrusts were savage, unbound. I felt my body stirring and clenching in response.

“Make me,” I said.

He clamped down on my neck, putting one hand down to my wet pussy, and he pulled my lips wide and pressed down on my clit. Shards of sensation ripped through my body and I cried out as I orgasmed hard, my body shaking as I sobbed and gasped in relief.

I felt him move his hand to pull me even closer, his fingers wet from my orgasm. His fingers bit into my hips as he ravaged and filled me. I felt the sweat rolling down his neck to drop on my back. My neck ached pleasurably where he had sucked and bit it. He released me and my knees buckled under me. I grabbed the railing for support.

If I was smart, I would climb over this railing and down the fire escape and run as far away as I could from Andrei Petrovic.

But I wasn’t that smart.

He held out a hand to me. I looked at it suspiciously.

“Come on,” he said, pulling me inside the bathroom with him.

“I just took a bath,” I protested, but he took off all his clothes, standing before me like some kind of goddamn sculpted Greek god.

“I still need more, Cerise.”

Well, who could resist an offer like that from a fallen angel?

He lifted me into the shower and turned on the hot water.

I relaxed in it, letting the hot water run over my sensitized nipples.

I felt Andrei behind me, running hands over my wet body.

“What are your unnatural proclivities?” I asked.

“None of your business,” he said, but without heat.

“Frederik says you killed people last time,” I pursued, my heart beginning to beat faster. “Three men.”

“They tried to stop me from doing what I wanted,” he said.

I digested this for a moment. “Well, how can your father object to that if they started it?” I asked, reasonably.

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