Page 8 of Her Vicious Angel

“I am going to shove my cock so far down your throat that cum is going to be leaking out your asshole,” he said savagely.

I gasped at his vicious words.

“That’s disgusting!” I cried.

“I told you I don’t give a shit what you want, Cerise,” he said, and I heard his big hand slam against the door.

Then silence.

I waited a long time breathlessly by the barricade, but he didn’t try to come in again. I grabbed the blankets from my bed and curled up in the corner to try to sleep.

I was exhausted but I couldn’t sleep. I knew that he was right and I was wrong. Iwasa goddamn liar.

My body wanted every savage thing he threatened to do to me.

But I had to avoid him. Because I was frightened of what would happen if I gave in.

Hopefully tomorrow the house would be full and he would have forgotten all about me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I finally remembered what Pakhan meant.

The boss.

If Andrei’s father was the boss, that would make Andrei the underboss, and I was in a very dangerous position. The underboss could do whatever he wanted with me.

What thefuckhad I gotten myself into?

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ANDREI

Imight as well have let Cerise St. Just stab me.

Because she gutted and carved me open either way.

I’ve had maybe a dozen people try to stab me in my life, but I’ve never once had anyone not even hesitate.

I always sensed uncertainty and fear in them as they moved. They couldn’t stop wondering what would happen to them if they failed, and it made them weak.

They’ve been hired killers, rival Bratva enforcers, bodyguards, warlords.

And not one of them came at me fearlessly like Cerise did. They were allfilledwith fear. I could smell it in my nose, inhaling their fear and weakness like a drug in my body.

And they were right to be afraid. Because it was the lucky ones who got a quick death.

But she didn’t hesitate. She struck and ripped at me like a goddamn wild hawk.

If I was the kind of person who allowed myself to get drunk or sloppy, she could have killed me.

I’m not, but fuck, the thought of her dark eyes as she flew at me makes my dick hard as a rock.

My father and I have an uneasy relationship. He is a former doctor and inventor, and those brilliant technical inventions that so many warlords are begging for are the reason we were able to break into the profitable gunrunning business in the first place. I don’t know the first goddamn thing about working in the lab, but I’m the reason our enemies fear our Bratva, and my father knows it.

I know him arranging my marriage is his way of saying I’m too vicious and uncontrollable to be an underboss. That I’m a risk. So I can’t let my father win with this arranged marriage. Our Bratva is going to expand and conquer new territoriesbecauseof my brutality, not in spite of it.

But if I can’t sink my dick into Cerise soon, I might go insane.

When I saw her walk out of the lodge bedroom in those tight pants and that shirt that rode up to show me a peep of her belly, I knew I wanted her.

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