Page 43 of Her Vicious Angel

But I think what matters is our strength and power and whether we are feared. I know I am feared, so I shouldn’t need to put on a more civilized face for a bunch of finicky older Bratva bosses.

It was just a random coincidence that the bride my father chose for me happens to be the only woman in the entire goddamn world I can imagine sinking my cock into now.

And the only woman I could ever imagine as my wife.

WhenIchoose to marry her.

As soon as I left the room I went to every single one of my relatives. I told them they would feel my wrath if they made even the slightest move towards Cerise tonight.

I told everyone high-ranking enough to claim her that Cerise wasmine.

They knew I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me.

So my father could offer her up but no Petrovic would dare to take her, because they know that would mean fighting me.

I do not lose fights.

And I will never let her go.

My father will back down first.

23

CERISE

Idressed carefully that night. If Andrei didn’t want me,fuck him.

I was wearing a clingy two-piece heather gray dress. It was cut low, and even I had to admit that my breasts looked deliciously heavy and full in it. The dress hugged every curve and I had done my hair carefully so that it lay in thick, shining waves down my back.

When I walked out to where the Petrovics were all gathering, I saw that a group of women were already dancing in front of Andrei and the other Petrovics. As I watched, one of them reached back and undid her top, letting her perky breasts drop free. She rolled her head back and her fingers reached to each perfect pink nipple and started rolling them in her hands. But Andrei’s eyes were glued to the door before I had even entered the room, and they immediately snapped to my face as soon as he saw me.

I tossed my hair and ignored him, but I could feel his eyes on me, burning my skin.

Whatever.If he didn’t want to marry me he couldn’t object to someone else claiming me.

I noticed that the Pakhan was sitting on another couch nearby. His big legs were open and he was leaning back smoking a cigar and looking speculatively at his son.

“You have one hour to claim her as your wife,” he said. “Or any Petrovic male can claim her.”

“I don’t fucking want awife,” Andrei said again. “I don’t want the responsibility of awife. I don’t want theshitthat comes with having a wife.”

I could see from my spot across the room that his blue eyes were like ice and fire.

His father did not move a muscle, but somehow I felt the Pakhan’s quiet power.

“Having the right woman isn’t being tied down,” he said. “It would make you stronger, not weaker.”

“If this is about theshitI like to do, I don’t plan to stop,” Andrei bit out.

His father tapped the end of his cigar into an ashtray.

“I won’t make you take a wife,” the Pakhan said. “But you have one hour,” his father repeated. “Before another man can claim Cerise.”

“I don’t give afuck,” Andrei said. “I don’t need a wife to get my cock ridden.”

He motioned to the women who were dancing in front of them. “Any one of them will ride my cock any time I want. So what makes you think your plan is going to work?”

My face flamed. So that was what Andrei thought of me. He thought being married to me would be a flaming pile of shit. Well,fuck him, I thought to myself again.

---