Page 55 of Her Vicious Angel

“What do you fucking mean,gone?” I asked testily.

“I mean she is no longer here. She ran away.”

My blood runs like ice in my veins.

“Tell me how she could have gotten out with guards all around my father’s home?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” said Frederik.

“Who was the guard in charge?” I ask.

Frederik clears his throat. “There was a hole cut in the fence with some wire cutters. It was in a spot that is difficult to see from the guard positions.”

“That seems like a pretty goddamn big security flaw,” I say. “I’m heading back right now.”

My father listens with a frown on his face to the news that Cerise has gone.

“Did something happen before you left?” my father asks.

Yes, something did happen. I belted the fuck out of her ass and then didn’t put my cock in her.

“She found out that Sergei sent one of the ballerinas to the hospital and went after him with a baseball bat,” I replied.

His accusation goes unspoken, but it is clear as goddamn day.

I told you he was a liability.

Of course I have to agree now, if there was ever any doubt in my mind.

“Well, this is the shit you live for,” my father says dryly.

It is. It’s my “unnatural proclivity.” It’s my father’s shame. My constant need for the chase. To chase, to catch, to win, to fuck. I sit waiting for the familiar rush of heat and lust at the idea of chasing a woman. A chase that will stretch and test me to my limits and make me feel like a god when I win.

But it doesn’t fucking come.

I stop for a second as I do at the beginning of every chase. I think about how Cerise could be anywhere. How I don’t know where she is. Usually, preparing to chase a woman is a rush. I don’t know where the women are. I have to use all my skill as a hunter to find them. I have never had a doubt, because my hunts have always been successful.

But this isCerise. Not knowing wheresheis is different.

All I feel is a dull stupidity. My cock isn’t hard. I don’t feel the flush of heat and lust I always do. The idea of chasing Cerise twists my guts. It feels like a wound, a tear rending my flesh in two.

Where the fuck could she have gone?Andwhy the fuck did she run away in the first place?

Was I too rough with her?

The thought of her tipped-up hips and wet pussy tears at me, rips at me.

I should have satisfied her before I left.

I should have fucked her happy before I left. I should have made everyone wait for me.

I didn’t because I thought she’d be here waiting for me two days later. But she isn’t.

Russia is a dangerous place, and I have a lot of enemies.

What if she’s in danger? For once I have no idea where to go on my chase. No idea where to start. She can’t have gone far, can she?

There’s one thing I know. When I find her I am going to tan her ass within an inch of her life and then I am going to fuck her until she won’t be able to move for a week. So she knows I need her beside me.

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