Page 51 of Her Vicious Angel

I waited there, my legs trembling. I felt a drop of sweat drip down my arm onto the table. Sweat pooled between my breasts. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself up on all fours.

Then there was the sharp bang of a door closing and a rush. Andrei jumped up on the table with me and yanked my hips up higher. I heard the quick, impatient sound of a zipper and then he sunk his cock deep inside me.

He groaned loudly at the feeling of my pussy, and yanked my hips to grind down on me, tearing into me and sending the table rattling on its legs.

“Some control,” I gasped, as his hard hands pulled and jerked me even closer to him.

“It took everything I had not to fuck you the second you flipped your skirt up,” he ground out, “but we made the alliance.”

He ran a hand possessively up my back, and my pussy was so heavy with need that my orgasm roared uncontrollably over me, my clit twitching and my pussy convulsing around him.

I sobbed out in relief and he roared in satisfaction, filling me as his hands curved and curled around my body.

I stretched up in relief from my cramped position, and felt his cum drip down my leg. On a sudden impulse, I reached my hand down and scooped it up, flicking my tongue out to taste it.

I thought his eyes were going to ignite me then. All he said was “that’s my dirty girl,” and I felt his words tear through my skin, flaying me and exposing me as wholly his.

27

ANDREI

I’m sitting at the dining room table planning my next two days. I’m pissed that my men and I have to spend the next two days eliminating the Nemov family’s petty rivals. I’d rather be here, fucking Cerise over and over again.

But that’s the deal I made with the Nemovs, and I know we have to keep up our end of it. It’s a good alliance for us. We get their connections and their networks and they get our muscle. And it helps solidify our status in this new, contested territory. Because we’re not going anywhere, even if we are a newer Bratva.

In the middle of all this shit, Maria from the Mirovogo Klassa Theater wants to meet with me. She’s the creative director, and she’s good at her job. I need to figure out who is going to run one of my most profitable businesses but I can’t think about that right now.

Her narrow face looks pinched and unhappy. It’s fucking Sergei again. He’s sent one of the ballerinas to the hospital.

Goddamndickhead.

I listen to Maria and give her money to pay for the hospital bills and so the ballerina can recover. She nods tightly at me and heads toward the door. Like everyone else, she’s afraid of me.

Sergei has been with me for a long time, but I feel annoyance rising at him. Christ, I don’t need to be dealing with this shit all the time. I need to keep a tighter leash on him. He’s been my loyal attack dog for a long time but this shit is annoying me.

I glance up and see Cerise put a hand on Maria’s arm to talk to her. Cerise’s smile is wide and she’s obviously happy to see the severe older woman.

God, I can’t get enough of her. I think about how she moaned and writhed on the table this morning, obeying my instructions, and waiting for me to sink my cock into her. I feel my dick start getting hard just thinking about her.

I glance away and approve the number of men and weapons coming with us. I hold a few more back than I usually do to guard the St. Petersburg compound.

Cerise will be here.

I glance back at her, and suddenly she looks pissed. I see her grab a bat from the collection of weapons by the door and then she opens the front door and she’s gone.

Shit. Oh shit.

What did Maria tell her?

I’m out of my chair in a flash and chasing her.

Of course there’s dozens of people in my goddamn way, and by the time I’m out the door Cerise has already walked up to where Sergei stands by the cars, ready to be my attack dog and kill for me once more.

In a flash, she raises her arm and swings the bat, connecting with Sergei’s elbow. I can hear the crunch of bone from here. His face contorts in pain and he puts his hands up in protest, but of course neither he nor anyone else moves towards her.

Because they know I’d rip out anyone’s throat who did that.

She raises the bat again, yelling at him, spitting fire at him.

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