Page 63 of Her Vicious Angel

“What, in this tearoom?” I said, shocked.

His big hand reached out and he traced two fingers down my face from my ear to my chin.

“Get on your knees,” he said, his fingers tightening ever so gently on my jaw.

Then he sat down in the chair. I looked around nervously. There were dozens of people in this luxurious tearoom, all pretending industriously to be fascinated by their tea and their biscuits, and not the sight of the Bratva Angel who had brought in a struggling woman over his shoulder.

“Do it Cerise,” he said, looking up at me and leaning back arrogantly. “Or I’ll take my belt off.”

“God,” I said, thinking about him bending me over his knee while he belted my ass in front of 35 tearoom patrons. “You wouldn’t dare, Andrei.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” he said. “Before an hour ago, I hadn’t had sex for two weeks. I’m fuckingferal.”

“What’s the matter, everyone at the lodge down with the flu?” I shot back without thinking.

He curled up his lip as he looked at me, his blue eyes venomous.

“Didn’t I tell you before not to tell me who to fuck? It’s you or nobody, Cerise.”

I pressed my lips together to hide what I felt.

That I had missed every rough goddamn hand he ever laid on me. That I was wholly his, that his raw domination unfurled my own power within me.

“You have 3 seconds to get under the table before I get my belt out,” he warned.

I got under the table.

He spread his legs arrogantly out for me.

Good fucking lord, he was lucky he was hot.

I crept between his legs and reached for his zipper.

I could see his cock straining at his pants.

I could feel him let his breath out as I freed his cock from his pants and palmed it in my hands. It was huge and engorged.

“That’s it, baby,” he said.

I ran my hand up and down the length of him, secretly thrilling to the way I could hear his breathing change. I licked the tip, then swirled my tongue around him. He was heavy and thick. I took him in my mouth, reveling in the feel of him, the fact that he filled me, the fact that my lips were stretched to take him in.

I could feel his breath getting heavier and more ragged. I couldn’t even get his whole dick in my mouth, but I could feel his thighs stiffening and I knew he was about to blow.

I jerked my head away.

I heard a sound on the table, like he had tightened his fingers around a glass.

Watching his body carefully, I moved closer to him. He groaned as my lips closed over him again, and I took him as deep as I could in my throat.

Then I popped off, scurrying out of his reach.

“Cerise,” he said, and his voice was ragged, “I want you to swallow every drop of me.”

I didn’t say anything, because I could feel my pussy getting wet at the idea.

I moved back closer, but kept my lips right above the head of his cock, letting him feel how close I was, but not putting my lips on him.

“Cerise,” he growled.

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