Page 52 of Her Vicious Angel

He moves out of range, but I can see him raising eyes to me, waiting for me to drag him out of the shit he’s caused, like I always do.

I realize there are flashes of uncertainty and fear in my men’s eyes.They fucking fear Cerise. Maybe it’s because they don’t know how far I’ll let her go, but there’s something else too. Sergei tries to scuttle away, but she is too fast and she strikes at him again with the bat, connecting with his ribs.

Everything that is dark in me rises and floods my body with heat watching her. The way she has no fear. The way she doesn’t hesitate.

She’s goddamn ruthless. Just like me.

A fucking Bratva Queen.

But I’m furious with her.

Of course she wouldn’t wait and let me handle it.

I can’t let her get away with punishing the men. That’s my job, and if I let her do it I’ll look weak.

And I’ve never looked weak.

I rip the bat from her hands and grab her so she won’t fly at him again.

“Stop fucking going where you’ve been told not to,” I say to Sergei, and he raises his hands in apology.

“Sorry, Andrei. I won’t do it again.”

“You put her in the hospital, you fucking bastard!” Cerise howls, trying to break free from my hold.

I shake her so hard her teeth rattle.

“Enough! Come with me.”

I grab her by the hair, dragging her back to the house.

She doesn’t go easily, swinging at me and trying to kick me.

I march her grimly back to my room, calling out to my waiting men that I’ll be back in 5 minutes.

I let go for a second, and she flies at my face, trying to scratch, claw, tear at me.

It doesn’t hurt me, but it does make me horny asfuck.

I grab both her arms and pin them above her head, flipping her against the wall.

She’s furious that she can’t escape.

I rip down her pants and shove them down to her ankles.

Her perfect ass is in front of me.

I rip my belt out, pissed at her. The first swing gets her on the right cheek, and it wiggles as she twitches with anger.

“You’re an asshole!” she rages, struggling against my hands.

I cock my wrist back even further and the second swing stings even harder.

I let my belt go several more times, not letting myself stop.

When I stop, I’m breathing hard.

I reach over and put a finger into her pussy. It’s wet. Even her upper thigh is soaked from her arousal. Her eyes are closed and her cheeks are flushed. She takes a deep shuddering breath at my touch, running her tongue over her full lips, almost panting in anticipation.

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