Page 39 of Her Vicious Angel

Then my eye was caught by a movement on the balcony outside. It was dark out there, but I thought I saw something.

In a few angry strides, I was at the door and I ripped it open just as I saw Cerise swing one of the deck chairs at goddamn Boris, one of my mouth-breathing cousins I employ to do the most basic grunt work.

It’s not a great swing, but she hits him in the arm, because he’s drunk and slow.

He grabs the chair from her and she immediately kicks him in the balls, twice.

Good girl.

I can feel her anger all through my chest and I grab the chair from Boris and hit him in the face with it.

“Andrei?” he yelps, but the look on her face when she sees me is like a gasoline to my fire.

“You’re not to fucking touch her, do you understand me?” I shout at him in Russian.

“I’m sorry, Andrei,” he moans, backing away. “I didn’t know she was your woman.”

I can see blood on his face.

I kick him in the kneecaps, knocking him to the ground.

I could kill him for what he even thought about doing, but I see she’s shivering in the cold.

“Get out of here,” I tell Boris in disgust, throwing the chair at him, and pulling Cerise inside.

“Can’t even go out on the balcony,” she says in disgust, and I can’t control how my hands tighten on her arm.

My drive to possess her dominates me. Cerise doesn’t ask for or want sympathy. She’s made of steel and iron, and I’m the only one who can turn that steel and iron into panting softness under my hands.

“All you have to do is say you are mine,” I remind her, swinging her around to face me. “No one will touch you.”

I see her bite down on her full bottom lip, and suddenly desire for her sears through me like a knife, and I have to have her.

I turn and propel her down the hallway.

“What are you doing?” she protests.

I don’t answer, just open my door and shove her inside.

She whirls on me, but I grab her in my arms and pull her on the bed after me, laying back and positioning her over my face.

“Raise your skirt or I’ll rip it off,” I say.

I can feel her breath hitch, and I look up to see her breasts rising and falling. She raises her skirt with trembling fingers.

Good girl, she’s decided not to fight me.

I position her over my greedy mouth and stick my tongue out to taste her pussy.

God,it’s good, like everything else about her.

I only have to flick her clit, and she’s already gasping, then I spread her gorgeous slick lips and shove my face deep inside her core, reveling in her unbound screams.

I put a finger inside her.

God, the fact that she’s so wet for me makes me so hard.

I raise my head and swirl my tongue around her, keeping up the pressure right where she moans the loudest.

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