Page 20 of Her Vicious Angel

Frederik and Dmitri looked at each other and nodded.

I felt a chill go down my spine.

How far away was St. Petersburg? How long would I have to be alone with Andrei?

Then he turned to me, stalking over and taking me by the chin. He looked me over for a second, then bent down to kiss me.

His kiss was anything but gentle.

I could taste the blood on his lips, and he forced my mouth open so I could taste it more, coppery, tangy, mixing on my tongue as he pushed his ruthlessly into my mouth.

When he stopped I felt light-headed and breathless.

Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and felt my lips.

They were still covered in his blood.

I wasn’t sure if he was going to keep to his end of the bargain with Frederik and Dmitri when I saw the expression in his eyes.

He grabbed my face suddenly, and held me in a vice-like grip. His hands were so big he was easily able to capture my entire face.

My chin was damp from his blood and he licked it up, chin to mouth.

I gasped, my pussy suddenly throbbing with an urgent need for him. He hissed in my ear, his breath smelling tangy and hot.

“They can’t save you tomorrow.”

Then he turned and stalked out the door.

Frederik followed him. Dmitri turned to go, pulling the broken door behind him. He looked back at me, and one side of his harsh mouth tugged up slightly. Then he was gone, and the door hung on its hinges. I was hot and sweating by the time I had barricaded the door again.

I didn’t trust Andrei.

I went to bed but slept uneasily.

I hated to admit it to myself, but I kept thinking about the feel of Andrei’s hands on my body.

He was right. I wanted to suck his cock, wanted his fingers in me, wanted to ride him, wanted every rough hand on me.

But he could never know that.

11

CERISE

“Is your nose broken?” I asked Dmitri.

I saw him flick a wary glance at Andrei, and he said, “yes.”

Andrei was sitting on the opposite end of the breakfast table from me and his eyes had barely left my face all morning.

I was so nervous my hands were trembling.

“What about your ribs?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “Not broken.”

Andrei got up to take a call, uncoiling that long body from the table.