Page 64 of Her Vicious Angel

I had just put out the tip of my tongue and when it hit his dick he clamped his thighs around me, trapping me on him.

I struggled, my head hitting the table and rattling all the dishes on it. I could feel the patrons turning to look at us.

Andrei put one big hand under the table and gripped my hair in one hand, positioning me over his cock, jamming my head down on it. I gagged as he shoved his dick down my throat. I heard him let out his breath.

He kept his hand on my head, driving his dick ruthlessly into my mouth, making my lips throb and ache as I stretched for him.

I took him in my mouth and he growled and shook and when he came I swallowed it all, hot and salty.

Only then he did he release me.

I emerged from under the table, casting furtive glances in either direction, and hoping no one was looking at me.

Andrei’s mouth twisted up.

“I like the way your face looks when it’s been fucked by my cock,” he said.

Then he took something from his pocket and tossed it over the table at me.

I sat down gingerly. Not only was my ass sore, but my pussy was uncomfortably hot and prickly. I felt my lips. They were swollen, but it felt pleasurable. I could still taste him in my mouth and feel him in my throat.

I opened the box, and my jaw dropped.

There was a ring in it. And not just any ring. An absurdly expensive-looking ring with a blood-red ruby and diamonds.

I picked it up, gaping at the ring.

“I can’t wear this,” I said.

A frown crossed Andrei’s fallen angel face.

“Are you disobeying me, Cerise? You will wear that ring.”

I picked it up and put it on, and he smiled that shattering grin.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “That ring fits the wife of a Bratva underboss.”

“It looks like there’s an inscription here,” I said. “What does it say?”

His eyes were like brands burning into me.

“Bound to you,” he said. “I had it engraved before I even knew where to find you. I just knew it was true.”

Then I didn’t care anymore that the people beside us were goggling at the enormous rock. I came around the table and sat on his lap.

I put both hands on his face and bent to kiss him, wrapping my legs around his torso, trying to pull myself closer to his hardness, his harshness, and his savagery.

He put one hand on my back and the other under my hairline, his fingers tangling in my hair and yanking me down closer, and his tongue claiming and marking me as his own.

EPILOGUE

CERISE

“Come with me,” my new husband said, pulling me out of our reception hall where national politicians, celebrities, sports stars, and high-level Bratva were toasting our marriage.

“I don’t want cum on my wedding dress,” I said.

“What a nasty filthy mouth you have for a theater magnate’s wife,” he said disapprovingly, those glacial blue eyes narrowing. “Get the fuck over here and see all this goddamn trouble I went to to show you that I love you.”

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