Page 41 of Her Vicious Angel

“I want to feel you on my dick,” he said angrily, biting me again as I yelped with the sudden sting.

Andrei paused, and then I heard him tear something from the bed. I turned my head and he’d ripped down the thick, heavy rope that held his elaborately brocaded bed hangings up. He bent over me and wound the rope around the top of my pussy.

It scraped roughly at my sore lips, and I tried to pull it off.

But he had wound it around my waist and he pulled it tighter. He reached down and slapped my pussy, the rope digging deeper into me.

“You should’ve come for me when I told you to the first time,” he hissed in my ear, his voice silky, smooth, dangerous.

And he drug me roughly to another orgasm and I loved every dirty, bad, excruciating second of it as I screamed my release into his hard and unyielding arms.

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“What’s that?”I asked, looking lazily out the window into the darkness outside. I should go back to bed but now I felt wide awake.

“What?” he asked.

“It looks like someone crawling on the walls,” I said, frowning.

Andrei was beside me in a second, ripping aside the curtains to look outside. Then he whirled around, grabbing a gun from the desk in his room. I barely had time to grab his shirt from the ground when he pulled me down the hall.

He whistled as he ran, shouting in Russian. His men must have been trained to respond to that, because the home in St. Petersburg began to come alive.

Andrei didn’t stop. He tore down the marble staircase, past the marble statues, all looking like ghosts in the darkness.

I felt like my arm was being pulled out of its socket, but he was going so fast I didn’t have breath to tell him to slow down.

Suddenly he jerked to a stop at a door next to the big dining room.

He flipped open a big alarm panel and his fingers flew over the keys. He pressed first one thumb, then the other into the sensor.

The door opened with a softthunk.

Andrei shoved me roughly into the dark room and, as I said, “Don’t leave me!” he slammed the door.

For a moment I felt sheer panic and disorientation. I screamed as loudly as I could. Nothing happened, and, even worse, I couldn’t hear anything from outside, either. But when nothing jumped out at me, I started cautiously feeling my way around for a light. It seemed like I had gone around the room ten times before my groping hands finally felt the light and I flicked it on.

I was in a room with no windows, but with what looked like a full kitchen, dining area, bathroom, and bunk beds. I wandered around curiously.What the fresh hell is this?

I felt a knot of worry in my belly for what was happening outside.

Had the Angel of Death failed for once?

I felt the buttons on his shirt anxiously, fastening them with trembling hands. His shirt smelled like him, and I straightened the wrinkles in it with unsteady fingers.

I didn’t want to confront how much I hoped he was safe and how much I was hoping his cruelty and power would keep him safe.

I had needed that power to realize something about myself. I wasn’t a good girl, a responsible girl, or a cautious girl after all.

I craved bad and wrong and reckless.

I had a dark streak.

It felt like an eternity in the room and the deafening silence weighed like lead on me.

Finally, the door opened and suddenly Andrei stalked in, in a pair of low-slung sweatpants and nothing else.

Without thinking, I flew at him and grasped him tight around the neck.

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