Page 38 of Her Vicious Angel

Apparently I was the only person who had ever denied him anything.

After dinner, the servants cleared the table and brought tea and coffee. I was getting used to Russian tea now. It was quite enjoyable.

I felt Andrei’s eyes on me. He leaned back in his chair as everyone began to get up and down.

“Yulia, Olga,” he called to two of the women, “come suck off Vladimir while I decide which one of you is better at taking cock.”

I could feel curious glances flick speculatively between us. I thought it was pretty obvious that Andrei was trying to show that I didn’t control him. The two women got eagerly on their knees and took turns taking Vladimir in their mouths.

They made noises of pleasure as they sucked Vladimir’s dick, but they were looking at Andrei.

Of course they were, because he was sexy as shit, his white-blonde hair slicked back and the powerful lines of his body evident even under his suit jacket.

“Fuck?” one of them asked him hopefully, but he shook his head in a sharp no. She went back to her knees in front of Vladimir.

I wasn’t sure what the proper social protocol was here.

I ignored him. He was the sexiest goddamn man I had ever seen in my life, but his acting was shit. I knew what it looked like when he was feral. He wasn’t feral watching them suck Vladimir off. That meant he was trying to taunt me.

I got up to get another cup of tea and wandered out to the balcony. I went over to the railing, and looked at the view, relieved to get some fresh air. Maybe the biting sting of nighttime in St. Petersburg in January would cool me down. The view from the Petrovic home in the Golden Triangle was amazing. Even though we were in downtown St. Petersburg, the sky shone brilliantly with stars, and they were all so different from the ones I was used to seeing in America.

It was so dark that I didn’t realize there was someone on the balcony with me until I smelled cigarette smoke.

“Kto ty?Who are you?” I heard someone ask in Russian.

For once, I could understand what someone was saying to me, but since it was also accompanied by the fumes of alcohol and a man’s arm being slung over my shoulders, I was less excited.

“Let me go,” I said in English, but he moved to block the door back into the house.

“American? How did you get here?” he asked, his voice sounding sharper, and his arms reaching out for me.

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ANDREI

At first I was pleased when I saw Cerise leave the room.

I thought she was pissed because she expected I was going to stick my dick down another woman’s throat.

Making her worried would be a good punishment to her for denying me earlier. She had to learn that when I wanted her on her knees in front of me with my cock in her throat I wanted thatnow.

Itwould’vebeen a good punishment. But ever since she tried to stab me with a kitchen knife I’ve had no interest in anyone else. My cock wants one thing and one thing only.

Her.

She must be a goddamn necromancer, because now she’s punishingme.

When she didn’t come back right away, I started feeling an unfamiliar tearing and pulling on my body. It was almost like a goddamn itch on my skin not to know where she was. I got up and went to look for her.

When it comes to her, I’m fucking feral.

I checked the library. Not there, or in any of the other common rooms.

I knew she didn’t have an assigned room, either.

Because she would be in my bedroom, tonight and for every night in the future, regardless of what she said about it.

Where thefuckcould she have gone?

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