Sasha & Andriena #1 (Lovers & Sinners) (8 page)

“My turn,” she said,
his reaction making her smile.

“Why are you
smiling?”

“Am I permitted to
speak now?”

“Don’t get cheeky
with me.”

“I beg your pardon,
signore
,
for smiling and being cheeky,” she said, laying on the sarcasm. “I’ll make sure
to ask your permission next time.”

He scowled at her. “You’re
pushing your luck.”

She didn’t reply, although
she was a breath away from telling him where he could stick his shit attitude.

He gave her a
satisfied nod, looking like he thought she’d capitulated, then speared more of
her fruit. He dipped it in the yogurt and held it out for her to take. She
didn’t take it, too annoyed to eat. She didn’t know how he could make her smile
one second, then make her want to hit him over the head the next.

Clueless to her
change in mood, he moved the food closer to her mouth. “Take it, you said you
wanted it.”

“I want more than
food.”

Scowling at her, he
retracted the fork. “If you’re talking about sex again—”

“I’m not! I’m talking
about comfort. Our situation is bad enough without you making it worse. Why
can’t you make our time in here a little more bearable rather than arguing with
me all the way?”

“You irritate me.”

“You irritate me! But
at least I try to be friendly, and if you tried, maybe we wouldn’t argue so
much.”

He shifted in his
seat, looking like he didn’t know what to say.

She pressed on,
“Also, stop sending me mixed messages. If you want to kiss me, kiss me, instead
of getting snippy with me.”

“You don’t understand
my background.”

“
Everyone
has
a background.” She breathed out, hers a Pandora’s Box of trauma. Her mind went
to a group of soldiers who’d gotten hold of her during the mafia war. She clenched
her hands at the memory, wishing she could forget what had happened, like she
did with so many other things. It was ironic that she forgot about things she
wanted to remember, yet she could recall every detail of that day. Maybe that
was why she talked so much: to blot out all the shit her mind failed to purge.

“I’ve been hurt by a
number of men,” she pushed on, “yet I refuse to let that stop me from doing
what I want, because I refuse to let those bastards define my whole life.”

“Then why do you want
to have sex with me?” he asked, his expression tense. It looked like he was
also remembering something from his past, something he most likely wanted to
forget too.

“I told you this
isn’t about sex.”

“Everything is about
fucking sex!” he snapped, his unexpected outburst making her jolt.

“It’s not to me.”

“Don’t give me that
bullshit. All this talk about comfort and friendliness is a ploy to make me
cave into you. Next thing I know you’ll be climbing onto my dick.”

She screwed up her
face. “You have major issues if you leap from me being friendly to trying to
fuck you. Have you been abused?”

He scowled at her. “Don’t
try to put this one on me. You constantly come onto me.”

“I do not.”

“You did when you
were drunk, even whacked my ass.”

“I lose control when
I get drunk, do things I normally wouldn’t. Plus, you lose control constantly.
You’ve got one hell of a temper.”

“Because you keep
pushing me, like everyone else does, until they get what they fucking want.
Well, you’re not getting shit from me, so fuck off!”

Andriena placed her
elbows on the table and covered her face with her hands, unable to hold back the
tears, his cruel outburst the last straw.

“Stop crying,” he barked.
“I’m not putting up with another day of it.”

“I can cry if I
fucking want to,” she yelled, flinging her hands away.

“There’s no need to
lose your shit just because you can’t get your way.”

“That’s rich coming
from you!” She pushed out of her seat. “And I never get my way. I’m here,
aren’t I? Sharing a room with a complete
bastardo
, who can’t understand
I was just trying to get through another hour in here without losing my fucking
mind.”

“Looks like you’ve
already lost it,
cyka,
” he snarled.

“You think this is
crazy? You’ve seen nothing yet, baby.” She picked up his bowl of porridge and
threw it at him. He ducked, the plastic bowl narrowly missing his head, only
the spray of porridge hitting him.

He jumped to his
feet, flinging a glob of porridge off his face. “You crazy
cyka
! What
the hell is wrong with you?”

“You! This place. Every-fucking-thing!”

She picked up one of
the water bottles and threw it at him too. He caught it, squeezing it so hard
she thought it was going to burst. But instead, he popped open the cap and
washed the porridge off his face. As he did it, he babbled in Russian,
repeating the same word.

“What the hell does
pizda
mean?” she snapped, knowing it couldn’t be good.

He sneered at her.
“Cunt.”

She clenched her hands,
wishing the porridge bowl had hit him in his asshole of a face. “The only cunt
here is you, so go fuck yourself,” she growled out.

He narrowed his eyes
at her, looking like he wanted to snap her neck. She glared back, not willing
to break the stare first. His lips twitched, then a mean smile pulled at the
corners of his mouth. He started walking towards her slowly as though ever step
was meant to intimidate her.

She stepped over her
seat and backed around the table. “What do you thinking you’re doing?”

Remaining silent, he continued
to advance on her, like a predator ready to pounce. He was all tense muscle and
grim expressions, reminding her of when he’d grabbed her neck.

Scared, she snatched
up the last water bottle. “Back the hell off, Sasha!” she yelled, ready to
throw it at him if he attacked her.

He swiped up the pot
of yogurt and continued heading for her, the slight twitch of his lips showing
cruel amusement.

Realizing what he was
up to, she held out a hand. “Keep that away from me!” She lifted the bottle.
“Or I’ll chuck this at you.”

“Do it.”
In the blink of an eye, he went for her, dodging as she threw
the bottle. It flew past him, hitting the floor with a crack. She screamed and lunged
for the bed, intending on jumping over it, but he hooked an arm around the
waist and yanked her back. She screamed louder as he tipped the yogurt over her
head, the cold sludge running down her hair.

Laughing, he pushed
her onto the bed. “Do you want some fruit with that?”

She turned over as he
picked up her fruit bowl. “Don’t you dare!” she yelled, holding her arms over
her face.

Still laughing, he
tipped the fruit over her, then snatched up the carafe of wine.

“No!” she hollered.

She rolled to the
side as he splashed wine at her. She jumped up and shot past him. He threw more,
getting her in the back. With a burst of fury, she spun around and rushed at him,
her momentum making them fall onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and
rolled her onto her back.

“Get off me, you
stronzo
!”
she hollered, trying to get free.

He grabbed her arms
and pinned them to the mattress. She went berserk, screaming and thrashing
about under him, desperately trying to get free. He clamped down harder and thrust
his groin against her pussy, instantly silencing her. Stunned by what he’d
done, she looked up at his face, shocked even more by his feral expression. He
was baring his teeth, looking like he could rip her throat out. But instead, he
started dry humping her. It was as though his lower half was moving of its own
volition, his body having disconnected from his mind.

He started talking in
Russian, his voice a deep, sexy rumble. She didn’t understand what he was
saying, but had a feeling it was dirty, his tone guttural.

Lowering his head, he
placed his lips within a breath of hers, so close she could almost taste him. Something
crossed over his face, wiping away his feral expression. A spark of doubt?
Worry? Even with his body pressed against hers, it looked like he was still fighting
kissing her. She wanted to yell at him to forget about his stupid fucking morals
and rules, but all she could do was stare into his eyes, praying he’d give into
what he wanted.

What
she
wanted.

He muttered something
in his mother tongue again, then loosened his grip on her arms. Fearful he was
pulling away, Andriena went to grab his head, but instead froze as he slipped a
hand between their bodies.

“So beautiful,” he
murmured, causing her to flush. His skin was flushed too. He was giving off so
much heat that she felt hot for the first time since she’d been thrown into the
cold cell.

His fingers brushed
over the top of her left breast, the calloused tips sending tingles across her
flesh. His touch descended to her nipple. He took hold of the hard nub and
rolled it between two fingers, causing her to gasp. Growling in response, he
lowered his head and lapped at the nipple through the lace, lathering it with
his tongue. Needing the whole of his mouth, she grabbed his head and pushed his
face into her breast. In answer, he latched onto it, sucking the lace-covered mound
into his mouth. She let out a strangled groan and arched her back, losing
herself in the pleasure.

As he sucked on her breast,
he took hold of her other one, thumbing its nipple. Without warning, he
squeezed it and bit down on her left one at the same time, the combination overloading
her senses. Crying out, she grabbed his hair and jutted her hips up, grinding her
pussy against him. Part of his cock sprung free from his briefs, hard and
weeping. Andriena continued to grind against him, smearing his pre-cum over her
lower stomach. A deep rumble emanated from his chest, Sasha groaning in
approval as he devoured her breast.

Letting go of his
hair, she moved her hands down the long line of his back, settling them on his
ass. She squeezed the muscular globes through his cotton briefs and moaned out
his name, so far gone she knew she’d let him enter her unsheathed.

He lifted his head. His
blond hair was standing on end from where she’d grabbed it, while his full lips
were swollen from sucking on her lace-covered breast. But it was his eyes that drew
her attention the most. His pupils were enlarged, the black virtually eclipsing
his irises, which were now thin slivers of silver instead of gray, the light
illuminating them. They looked supernatural, as if a demon had possessed him,
which she could almost believe, because the man on top of her was nothing like
the one she knew.

Yet again he lowered
his head, placing his lips close to hers. His hot breath felt like a tease
against her lips, promising things he’d denied her before. Unable to hold back
a second longer, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his,
taking what she wanted. He took it a step further and pushed his tongue inside
her mouth, the last vestiges of his self-control gone. Their tongues dueled as
their bodies rubbed against each other, the pressure building up and up,
driving Andriena to madness.

Needing his cock
inside of her desperately, she tugged at his briefs, drawing them over the
curve of his ass. But instead of feeling smooth skin, her fingers brushed over
scarred flesh. Sasha’s head whipped back, a look of fear blanketing his
features. Grabbing her hands, he wrenched them away from him and yanked his
briefs back up. A second later, he shot off the bed, almost as though an unseen
force had propelled him backwards.

He landed on his feet
and spun around, yelling at Nikita, “He can’t punish me for this!”

Andriena’s stunned gaze
moved to the guard, who was shaking his head at Sasha, giving him a look of
disapproval.

“Don’t fucking look at
me like that,” Sasha hollered. “I did nothing wrong!”

“Not according to
your vows,” Nikita bit back.

Sasha pointed at Andriena.
“She instigated this, not me!”

“That’s not what I
saw and once the Black Russian sees the tape—”

“He still can’t
punish me for it! I didn’t penetrate her.”

Andriena sat up. “Calm
down, Sasha, we didn’t do anything wrong.”

His eyes snapped to
her. His pupils were back to their normal size, the silver of his irises
returning to gray. There wasn’t an ounce of lust left in his stare, only fear and
anger darkening his eyes.

“He put you in here
to make me crack, didn’t he?” he snarled at her.

“Who? Nikita?”

“No, the Black
Russian. The sadistic bastard wants me to fuck you so he can torture me for
it.”

“I was here before
you.”

“What’s he promising
you?” he continued, appearing not to have heard her. “Did he offer you freedom
if you made me fuck you?”

“No! What’s gotten
into you, Sasha?”