Page 59 of Her Vicious Angel

“For years I have hired dozens and dozens of women to be my prey and run from me so I could chase them. It aroused me and inflamed me and my hunting urge drove me to kill anyone who tried to stop me. That feeling of chasing and winning made me feel like a god. But I have never hadthisfeeling when I caught them,” he hissed.

Andrei yanked roughly at my skirt. I could feel my body curving toward him, craving his rough touch. I could feel his erection pressing at my back. He bent to lick my neck and he bit my shoulder, not gently.

I felt wetness flow into my pussy, and my head rolled back onto his chest.

“Why did you run?” he asked abruptly, pushing his head into the back of my neck so I was pinned even more fully against the wall.

“Whydidn’tyou want me to run?” I countered, my breath coming faster as I felt him behind me. “Since that turns you on.”

He ignored what I said and growled again in my ear as he reached his hand down to my pussy to plunge his fingers into my wetness. “I asked why you ran away from me. Answer the question.”

My brain was clouded, hazy with desire, the rush I got from being overpowered. Having my arms pinned made me feel decadent and I felt my pussy pounding with need, but I still had an angry tone in my voice when I said, “I don’t want to be chosen just because you don’t want Dmitri to have me.”

He paused for a second, then hissed, “Howdareyou presume to know my motivations. You will be my wife because Iwantyou. You will be marrying me whether or not I have to hog-tie you to do it. You have no fucking say in the matter.”

I felt a pleasurable warmth spread through me at his words.

“And you will not run from me again,” he said warningly, “Or, so help me, Cerise, you will feel my wrath.”

“But you just said that turns you on,” I objected, and with a hiss he ripped my underpants with one strong hand and sunk his cock into me.

I could hear his ragged breathing as he pounded into me and I felt his big thighs shake with the effort of holding back his cum. I tipped my hips up so I could take even more of him and he growled in my ear.

“You will come for me when I desire it. Come for me now!” he ordered harshly.

Although my body felt on fire and my chest began to flush I did not, forcing him to drop my hands. He buried one hand in my hair, pulling me even closer to him, and with the other hand he spread my lips.

I was moaning and writhing before his thumb even touched my clit. He had barely brushed it when my hands were grabbing desperately at him.

“Good girl,” I heard him say with satisfaction as the pressure burst in my core and I exploded, crying out in the violence of my orgasm. He was already spilling in me, roaring his satisfaction as his touch burned my neck and shoulder.

He didn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath before he thew me over his shoulder and started carrying me out of the nunnery.

I saw Sister Inessa watching me with horrified, wide-open eyes, then I noticed her trembling fingers making the sign of the cross across her chest.

I waited for God to strike Andrei Petrovic down but unfortunately it didn’t look like any lightning bolts from heaven were going to protect me.

No one made a move to stop him.

As he walked down the front steps, I saw him take a few fat stacks of bills from his pocket and he handed them to the two monks at the entrance.

“Hypocrites!” I yelled back at them, shaking my fist for good measure.

Andrei smacked my ass sharply. “It’s better than what I wanted to do, which was burn down the monastery to find you.”

“Howdidyou find me?” I asked sourly.

“I read your dissertation,” he snapped. “All two fucking hundred and 50 pages of it. I was going to go to every single place mentioned in it until I found you.”

My mouth dropped open and for once I had nothing to say.

This time Andrei had a big limousine I hadn’t seen before, and two of his bodyguards were with him.

As if the Angel of Death would ever need a bodyguard when he was in a towering rage.

He sent his bodyguards to sit up front, though, and he sat down beside me, his hand on my thigh. The limousine pulled away from the monastery, and he ran a hand up my leg to thumb my clit over my skirt. He had ripped off my panties, so the contact immediately made my pussy wet.

“Andrei, they can see!” I protested, trying to push his hand away.

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