Page 61 of Her Vicious Angel

“I’ll tell your father,” I threatened.

“Cerise, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to lose my control,” he said, grabbing my chin.

My mouth was too squashed to talk, and my body tensed as he pushed his cock in further.

“Stop tensing,” he ordered, reaching with his other hand down to my pussy.

He put his finger on my clit and the second I started to moan, he bore down and pushed his dick all the way into my asshole, balls deep.

I screamed, the pleasure and the pain swirling around me until I wasn’t sure which one dominated.

He dropped his hand from my chin and tightened it on my hips.

“Ohfuck,Cerise. You feel too good. Shit, I can’t go slowly.”

He began to thrust roughly in and out of my asshole, and I screamed again.

“Are you going to run from me again?” he snarled.

“No, Andrei, no, I promise!” I breathed, feeling heat flame in my chest at the feel of him on me, in me, taking me.

He hauled back and smacked my ass again, with the full force of his hand. My ass was vibrating, humming, throbbing with warmth.

“And whose asshole is this?” he asked arrogantly, bending down to bite on my ear.

“Yours, Andrei,” I breathed. “Always yours.”

I heard a rumble of satisfaction, and he ran his fingers down to my pussy again.

Pressure started to build in my core as he thrust into my asshole, stroking my pussy, creating dueling sensations that pushed and ripped at each other.

He yanked my head up with a cruel hand.

“I want to see you cum for me, wife, with my dick in your asshole.”

My pussy clenched around his fingers at the word “wife,” and then I was coming, almost sobbing from the violence of my orgasm as it was peeled and torn from my body.

His fingers bit into me all over as he exploded and filled my asshole.

He pulled out and slapped my sore ass one more time.

“If you can’t sit for a week, it would serve you right,” he observed as he put his dick back in his pants.

“I’ll tell the Pakhan,” I threatened. “He’ll make you be nicer.”

I turned back to look at my ass. He was right, there was no way I could sit down, even on these luxurious leather seats.

His fallen angel face was unmoved, and there was a darkly amused light in his ice-blue eyes, as he ran a big hand possessively up my arm.

“You don’twantme to be nicer, Cerise,” he said arrogantly. “And you don’t want to be rescued.”

The something inside me that was dark and twisted coiled and unfurled with his words.

Because they were true.

I knew I needed his darkness in order to accept my own.

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