Page 48 of Her Vicious Angel

“I want to see that red ass,” he said, then he twisted me around, so I was facing the other direction. I began to grind back and forth slowly, and I could hear his heavy breathing as he watched my red ass jiggle up and down as I rode him.

“Fuck,” he said. “I couldn’t ever let anyone else have you. No fucking way.”

He ran a finger around my asshole, then dipped it inside. I gasped. I was so tight he had to wiggle his big finger to get in. The dual sensations were too much for me. I felt my chest flush and my legs begin to tremble as my orgasm approached.

He cruelly stopped me again, his hand biting into my hip with the effort it cost him to pause.

“Are you going to deny me again?” he said viciously.

I trembled painfully on the edge of an orgasm, his fingers in my ass and his cock deep within my body. He grabbed my hands quickly, then trapped them behind my body so I couldn’t pleasure myself.

“No, Andrei!” I cried.

“And whose asshole is this?” he asked arrogantly.

“Yours, Andrei!” I begged, wriggling my red ass down further to take all of his finger.

“Oh, you fuckingshe-devil,” he said as his control snapped, and he grabbed my hips with both hands, grinding me down on his cock. Set free, I grabbed his thighs as my orgasm broke over me with powerful wave after wave.

I heard him come, his thrusts feral and unbound in me.

Then he was wrapping both of his arms around me tightly. He was breathing heavily, and he bent his head to my ear.

But instead of an endearment, he said, “If you deny me again it won’t be my hand I use on your ass.”

And that part inside me that was dark and twisted coiled with a thrill of desire at his words.

26

CERISE

“You’re going to help me clinch this alliance,” Andrei said after breakfast, coming up behind me as I made tea in a corner of the dining room.

I turned, startled, to him.

“What?”

“You wanted to be a Bratva wife, and you are going to be a Bratva wife,” he said.

“No one told me I was going to be a Bratva wife,” I said. “I thought you were a gay theater magnate.”

“You’ll be what I tell you to be,” he said. “And I want you to be my wife. I am tired of the inconveniences of this territorial expansion. I plan to ally with the Nemov Bratva. They have been around for a long time and have a lot of connections we could use. But Aleksandr Nemov has been reluctant to ally with me because of my reputation as a brute. That’s where you are going to come in. You are going to relieve his fears so he can ally with the Petrovic Bratva and strengthen our position with our new territory expansion.”

“I guess that’s ok,” I said.

“Go to the room,” he ordered. “Put on a dress.”

I gasped. “Are you planning to let them have sex with me?”

He whirled on me, grabbing my jaw in his big hands and yanking me closer to him until we were forehead to forehead.

“No one but me fucks you,” he said. “Understood?”

I could see the cut on his lip. A tiny bit of blood still oozed from it.

I couldn’t speak with his fingers crushing my face, so I nodded.

He released me, giving me a dark, livid glance.

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