Page 60 of Her Vicious Angel

“I don’t give a shit,” he said, his hand clamping down harder on my thigh. “I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk or see straight so you might as well give up and enjoy it.”

I didn’t catch on to protest until I saw Andrei push the button for privacy between the front and back of the limo, and then I launched myself at the window.

“Wait, stop!” I cried.

But Andrei was on me in a second, grabbing me and tossing me onto one of the seats. He pressed me into the leather, his big body pinning me like a bug.

His legs were on both sides of mine, and with one hand he grabbed my hair, pulling it away from my neck so he could bend down and bite me.

“I want you to not run away from me again.”

“I’m not going to run away,” I said angrily, “What’s the point, when everyone is too goddamn scared of you to hide me?”

“Youshould be scared of me too,” he growled, making the tiny hairs all along my neck stand up in fear.

He ripped off my postulant’s gown and threw it over his shoulder. I was completely naked, my nipples hardening as they were pressed against the hard fabric of the seat.

He kept one hand on my head, pressing me into the seats, and I heard him spit into the other.

“What are you doing?” I asked, terrified.

“Getting ready to fuck your tight little asshole,” he said.

I tried to wriggle around, and he landed a sharp smack on my ass.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“I haven’t even begun with you,” Andrei said grimly. “You should have known better than to think you could run away from me. There is no place you could go to be safe from me, Cerise. Nowhere.”

I knew his words should frighten me. But my breath wasn’t coming in little, quick pants because of fear.

Well, notonlybecause of fear.

I felt his fingers twisting, curling around my hair as my heart began to beat faster.

“And you should know better than to think I ever do anything I don’t want to do,” he said, jerking his hands in my hair. “I want you to be my wife and I don’t give a shit what you think about it.”

“How was I supposed to know you weren’t trapped into it?” I cried, shivering.

I heard a noise of displeasure behind me, and I heard the soft crinkle of the fabric of Andrei’s suit jacket stretching back, and then he let loose and smacked my other ass cheek.

Hard.

“I’d kill Dmitri rather than do something I don’t want to do,” he snarled. “You’ve made it so I can’t think about or fuck other women. So you’re going to be marrying me so I can fuckyouwhenever I please.”

The heat flamed in my body and shards of arousal shot through me all the way to my core at his words.

Until I could feel his cock at the entrance to my asshole.

“Go slowly!” I protested.

“Shut up,” he replied, spreading my cheeks with one big hand.

He pressed his cock into my ass. It felt like an overwhelming, almost unbearable fullness, and I could hear his ragged gasp as he felt my asshole clench around his dick.

“You’re too big,” I objected, although my heart had begun to beat faster as the full feeling began to push and pulse at my pussy.

He delivered another stinging slap to my ass.

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