Page 9 of Her Vicious Angel

I just wanted that perfect ass riding my cock, but that’s not enough for me now.

Now I want all of her. I rarely fuck the same woman twice, but I want to fuck Cerise over and over, to keep her fire on my skin.

Her power compels me, draws me, drags me to her.

I was surprised when I came to her room and her door was blockaded against me. Because I know she wants me. I can see it all over her face when she looks at me, and I can hear it in how her breathing hitches and changes when I get close to her.

The sooner she learns to submit to me, the better.

6

CERISE

The next day the sun shone painfully bright and clear, and I could see out the window over the vast expanse of the hunting lodge property, frozen and bleak in the January chill. In the light, I could see the gated entrance as well. This morning it was guarded by even more men with big guns.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t slept very well and I looked like shit. My curls were springing riotously over my head.

I examined my wardrobe and the closet in my room closely to find the most inconspicuous outfit I could.

I finally settled on a big man’s flannel shirt and some leggings. I buttoned the shirt up all the way to the top, popped my collar up, and checked to make sure my ass was covered.

There. He couldn’t possibly notice me in this outfit.

I hauled everything away from the door and tiptoed tentatively down the hallway to the dining room.

Frederik was right. Andrei had sent out a summons and people had started arriving. Andrei was sitting on the other end of the table with two harsh-looking men and a beautiful blonde woman.

They all looked curiously at me, but Andrei ignored me. No one introduced themselves.

Fine. Good. This is what I wanted.

I sat down and began to serve myself breakfast. They spoke in Russian, Andrei’s voice sounding sharp, biting, and commanding.

One of the men was big and lumbering, and the other man was shorter and slighter, with a nondescript face. The first man was obviously some hired muscle who would have no compunction about twisting your head off if Andrei told him to, but the other man made me feel sick to my stomach. There was something about him that made me uneasy and sickly sweaty. Even hearing Andrei address him as Sergei made me shudder.

The woman sat drinking coffee beside Andrei, her eyes following his every move, but she flicked curious glances at me, as if she couldn’t figure out what I was doing there.

I could see the front door from the table, and I saw more men arriving as they were approved by the guards.

They all came respectfully up to Andrei as they came in, and a word came unbidden to my mind.

Underboss.

I tried to brush it away. But I knew if Andrei’s father Grigoriy was the Pakhan, the boss, then by the rules of strict seniority Andrei would be the underboss.

Which meant I was damn lucky Frederik had been there last night, or Andrei would have taken me ruthlessly despite my protests.

I felt a little heat pool in my belly and I got up and headed to the door for some air. It felt like Andrei had a gravitational pull on everybody in the room, and I didn’t want to be sucked in only to be obliterated.

My hand had just touched the front door handle when Andrei’s voice rang out like the crack of a whip.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

So much for ignoring me.

I whirled around, my eyes wide as I faced him.

I noticed that everyone else had stopped talking, and were looking curiously at me, and apprehensively at Andrei.

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