Page 53 of Her Vicious Angel

God, she’s so fucking hot. I wish I had time to fuck her.

I pull her pants back up over that red ass, just to have an excuse to touch her one more time.

“You don’t get any cock right now,” I say. “Maybe if you behave yourself I’ll reward you with some when I get back.”

I can hear her shocked gasp but I ignore it and head out the door.

I can’t help looking back at her one last time before I go, and she’s glaring at me, her dark eyes like flaming brands in that gorgeous face.

“I hate you, you goddamn fucking psycho,” she says.

I shut the door on her and walk down the hallway and outside to my car. By the time I get back she’ll be panting for my dick.

I try to ignore my raging hard-on, but I can’t help feeling a slight pang of uneasiness as my men and I head out to eliminate the Nemov family’s rivals.

Maybe I was too rough on her. Maybe I shouldn’t have left her unsatisfied.

And maybe my father is right. Sergei is too big of a liability to the family. I’ve let his history with me cloud my mind. By going after the ballerina, he disrespected Cerise, and I was going to have to do what I should have done a long time ago.

Eliminate him.

28

CERISE

Irubbed coconut oil on the tender parts of my ass. Thanks to fucking Andrei Petrovic, that’s ALL of my ass.

Christ, what an asshole. I remember the satisfying crunch as I brought the bat down on Sergei’s elbows.

I should have been frightened by my own bloodthirsty instincts, but I’m not. Sergei deserved every blow I gave him, and more. I would have kept going too, if Andrei hadn’t stopped me.

I can’t believe Andrei keeps a guy like that on his staff.

All I know is that I’m not going to be here waiting for him to get back. He obviously doesn’t give a single shit about me.

He obviously only claimed me because he didn’t want Dmitri to have me.

I refuse to get married to this bastard just because of some Bratva rivalry.

And I would never have a better opportunity than today. Andrei was gone last night and he’d be gone tonight, too. I’d never be able to escape with him here. While he’s gone, I might have a chance.

I knew where I’d go, too. I knew from my dissertation research that St. Xenia’s monastery, located just outside St. Petersburg, had an attached nunnery that took in runaways and strays.

I just had to figure out how to get there. I wasn’t familiar with his father’s compound in St. Petersburg at all.

And I couldn’t involve anybody in the Bratva. Because I had no doubt that Andrei would kill anyone he suspected of helping me escape.

I thought about it all day and couldn’t think up a clever plan. Finally, in exasperation, I just decided to wear black, climb out my window, and walk out of the compound. The guards wouldn’t be expecting anyone to breakoutand they couldn’t be everywhere.

In the end, it was almost disappointingly simple to break out of the St. Petersburg Petrovic compound. I wished I could taunt Andrei with it. I waited until 2 am, when I was sure that everyone was asleep, or at least fucking in their own rooms, and I knotted my sheets together, and crept out the window. I walked slowly across the lawn, grabbed wire cutters from the gardener’s shed, cut through the fence, and I was out.

Luckily this compound was in the middle of downtown St. Petersburg. I flipped my coat up as high as I could and made my way a few blocks to the train station. Luckily it was still busy and bustling and nobody bothered me.

I debated between getting on a train with 50% confidence it was the right one or asking the woman behind the desk. If I got on the wrong train, I could be screwed. But if I talked to her, she might remember me and tell Andrei.

I decided to risk it, but I asked in my halting Russian about multiple different stops that were all around my actual stop.

She was very kind and pointed me in the right direction.

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