Page 22 of His Disobedient Bride

“I’ll never do it again,” I say promptly.

Because I hope I’m not fucking on the run for 5 days.

“Let’s go,” Andrei says, and he turns and heads out of the safe house, locking it behind us. I know that somehow my father-in-law will manage to have it stocked and restocked in case it is ever needed again.

I can see Andrei’s motorcycle in the distance, and I knew he must have ridden here without regard for safety or prudence or anything except finding me.

“If I catch up to them, I’m going to kill her,” my husband said.

“I understand,” I replied.

He met my eyes, a frown on his face.

“You almost died, Cerise, because of a breach in security. I can’t risk that again.”

“I understand,” I said again.

Well, I understood one thing for fucking sure. If Dmitri couldn’t get Mary safely to the Pakhan with this enormous head start I’d given him, I’d wring his neck.

We roared down the road, Andrei pushing the motorcycle so fast that the wind stung my cheeks, moving out of the Taiga and back on the highway toward Sochi.

He was setting such a punishing pace that I was surprised when he abruptly pulled off the exit for what looked like an older, small city in some disrepair. As we rode down the streets, I noticed that a lot of buildings looked abandoned, boarded up, or about to fall down. I couldn’t make myself heard underneath my helmet, but I wondered what we were doing as he pulled over on a side street, then turned and lifted me off the bike.

“What are you doing?” I asked, in some surprise, as soon as I pulled my helmet off.

My husband put a hand on the small of my back and led me to a part of the street that looked like everywhere else. All I saw were chipped sidewalks and a rather battered café with no patrons. This city didn’t look very busy or bustling to me, and it didn’t look like there was anywhere to get a decent cup of coffee. He guided me, with an inexorable hand, to stand next to one of the old pillars lining what looked like a closed-down museum.

Suddenly Andrei ripped his belt out, and just as I was protesting, “I don’t fucking think so!” he wrapped it around my ankle and the pillar and snapped the belt together.

I looked up in horror. The crumbly concrete pillar was unsteady, and I thought I saw it already wobbling on its base.

He had positioned us so that I was safely out of the way, but he would be directly underneath the pillar if it fell down. He could be crushed and killed. I looked around wildly but of course, just like everywhere else, most people safely stayed indoors when they saw the notorious Bratva Angel around.

“Andrei, no!” I cried, as I heard him pull his dick from his pants.

When I heard him spit into the palm of his hand, I shrieked with horror.

“Andrei, please, no, it’s going to fall down!”

“It won’t fall down,” Andrei said, reaching around to unzip my pants. “As long as you stay absolutely still.”

Then he yanked on my pants, pulling them down my legs. He ran one big finger across my skin, his finger arrogant and possessive, then he put his big hands on my ass, placing his dick at the entrance to my asshole.

“I can’t stay still!” I cried again.

“You’ll have to, Cerise,” he said.

Then he began to push his big dick into my tight asshole.

I was in agony. I couldn’t look away from the pillar as it seemed to wobble alarmingly.

I heard his breathing change as my asshole clenched tight around his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

I felt his big hand grab my hips and sore ass and I let out a little shriek of terror.

“Andrei, it’s moving!”

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