Page 65 of Her Vicious Angel

I followed him into the empty room that adjoined our reception hall. The finely made black suit he wore stretched across his powerful shoulders. Andrei turned and handed me a box.

I opened it carefully and then I stared at it in astonishment.

It was the god-fucking-damn original Winter Faberge egg, an impossibly frothy, delicate, sugar-spun creation. The outside was covered in a beautiful frost pattern with thousands of tiny diamonds. I gently opened the egg, my fingers trembling, and inside there was a tiny crystal and golden bouquet of white winter flowers.

It was the most expensive Faberge egg ever made, and it had previously sold at auction for $10 million dollars. I couldn’t believe it.

I gasped in delight. “Andrei! It’s beautiful! You bought this forme?”

“I procured it for you,” he said.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked at him. There was a smile on his impossibly gorgeous face, and his eyes wove a compelling warm magic around me.

“I love you too,” I said.

I put the egg carefully back in the box. I couldn’t wait to display it in our new home. I looked up, misty-eyed at him.

God, how I loved him.

Then he took a step toward me and grabbed the back of my wedding dress, pulling it so tight I had to gasp for breath.

“You’re going to get cum on your wedding dress, though,” he said. “Whether you want it or not.”

Then he whirled around, and whipped the curtain aside that covered the window between our room and the reception hall, shoving me up roughly against the glass.

He ripped my hair savagely out of my updo, winding it around his hand, and pulling my head up so I was forced to look directly at my guests, who were all looking at the window with astonishment.

“Andrei!” I squealed, trying to wiggle free. “The Minister of Finance!”

“Stop moving!” he ordered me, reaching underneath my dress and sliding his fingers past my silky panties.

“They have to realize what a dangerous person you are,” my husband said, beginning to stroke my pussy.

“Me?” I cried, my breath coming faster as I heard him get his dick out of his pants.

“They will learn how my need foryoudominatesthem. Because I’ll kill anyone who angers you,” he said, lowering his head to my neck, and running his tongue down my throat.

I gasped for breath, struggling against his tight hold on my dress, my pussy pounding with desire, and he tipped my hips up and thrust his cock into me.

“Look at them, Cerise,” he said sternly. “Look at the fear in their faces as they see how much I burn for you.”

I raised my eyes up, and I did see fear in their faces. And it turned me on, knowing they feared my husband so much. Andrei Petrovic was even more dangerous now that he had me to protect.

My lust and desire blazed through my body and when he spread my lips wide so that everyone could see him pleasure me, my orgasm pounded through my body, stretching my legs and searing through my skin. I moaned in ecstasy, and I took every dark and wrong thing he gave me and tipped my hips up for more.

THE END