Page 50 of Her Vicious Angel

I felt a chill go down my spine and across my skin.

Andrei Petrovic was the most dangerous man I’d ever met.

Because with one look from those eyes I’d do anything for him.

He turned to Aleksandr again, and this time I couldn’t follow all the arguments back and forth. My brain and body were buzzing wondering what Andrei was going to make me do next.

Suddenly, his voice cut through the air like a knife. “Touch your pussy, Cerise. Two fingers only.”

Heat prickled all the way up and down my body. I could feel my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my dress.

I reached eagerly down my body.

My breath hitched as I swirled my fingers around my pussy, beginning to rub my clit with fingers already slick with arousal. I could feel every man’s eyes on me. Knowing that every man was looking at my pussy, but Andrei was the one who claimed it as his, made me feel wanton.

He went back to talking about business, but I could see that what he was doing had affected the meeting. The men were still flicking glances at me, and between the two of us.

Heat started building in my core as I fingered myself. I spread my thighs even wider to give my greedy fingers greater access.

“Two fingers, Cerise,” Andrei broke in. “In your pussy.”

With a gasp of pleasure, I did as he instructed.

The room was so silent that all I could hear was the sound of my fingers stroking in and out of my wet pussy.

I could see some of the men’s erections pressing against their pants.

“Do you have women here?” one of the visiting Bratva men asked.

“Yes,” Andrei said, those ice blue eyes focused on me. “When the negotiations are over.”

I saw a few of the men lick their lips as they watched me bringing myself close to my peak. I didn’t care.

I felt perfectly safe in the middle of a bunch of lusty, dangerous Bratva men because I knew Andrei wouldn’t let any other man touch me.

My skin began to buzz and flame, and I felt my orgasm coil in my belly, knowing he was watching me.

“Stop, Cerise,” Andrei’s voice cut coldly across the negotiations.

I felt the collective intake of breath.

My fingers hesitated for the tiniest second, debating disobeying him. But my ass was still sore from the night before.

I removed my fingers.

“Good girl,” he said, and my skin was on fire at his words.

“Now flip over on all fours,” he continued. “And put your hands in front of you.”

I did as instructed, whimpering slightly.

“Now wait there,” said Andrei coolly. “Until I release you.”

I whimpered again, but I did as instructed, on all fours with my ass tipped up in the air. I wondered if they could see the marks from his big hands, the handprints that marked me as his own.

My brain buzzed and seared. The need to touch myself and relieve my heavy, pounding pussy was almost overwhelming.

The negotiations had switched into Russian, and I thought I heard the scraping of chairs and the opening of doors, but I wasn’t sure. The meeting felt interminably long.

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