Sasha & Andriena #1 (Lovers & Sinners) Page 11

  “I...” She cleared her throat. “I...”

  “Looks like Sasha’s rendered you speechless without even putting his cock in your mouth.” The Black Russian laughed. “Finally you’re entertaining me. You look rather comical, Andriena, like you’re constipated.”

  “I...”

  “Stop trying to speak and shuffle closer to my lover.”

  Sasha’s jaw clenched at the word lover, the man looking close to exploding. Still on her knees, Andriena quickly went to him before he lost his temper. She placed a calming hand on his leg, wanting to soothe him, although it wasn’t easy with his cock in front of her face, not to mention his scarred ball, which she was trying her best not to stare at.

  “Hurry up, woman, start sucking,” the Black Russian said. “Before I decide this game bores me and I’ll get one of my guards to shoot you. By the way, I’m not opposed to necrophilia.”

  Andriena’s eyes widened. “That’s sick!”

  “That’s the third time you’ve said I’m sick. Is there something mentally wrong with you? Because you repeat yourself a lot.”

  She went to snap back, but stopped herself in time, knowing it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she took hold of Sasha’s cock, making him flinch. Her gaze flicked up to his face, which looked even more beautiful in his flustered state. Though, he didn’t appear to be concerned with the Black Russian watching, only with what she was doing to him. He placed a hand on her head, staring at her as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She started sucking on it, drawing a groan out of him, his cock rapidly expanding in her mouth.

  “You look like you’re loving Sasha’s cock, Andriena,” the Black Russian said. “Maybe we should chain him to a bed and take turns with him.”

  Sasha tensed, making Andriena want to yell at the Black Russian to shut the hell up. For a second she’d forgotten he was there, Sasha’s arousal having captivated her.

  She removed her mouth from his cock, whispering, “Ignore him.”

  Sasha’s eyes clouded over, his expression growing fearful, but he remained calm, the combination clashing with his previous erratic behavior. Again, he had so many different sides to him, so much so that she never knew which she would be facing.

  Phasing out the Black Russian’s taunting laughter, Andriena moved her head forward again and licked up Sasha’s cock, totally focusing on him. Since her damaged brain could only concentrate on one thing at a time, she was starting to learn to snatch pockets of escape, where she could filter out her surroundings for a few minutes, creating new ones of her own.

  She licked Sasha’s cock again, receiving a low groan in reward. Wanting more like it, she wrapped her lips around his knob, making him groan louder. She looked up at him, his aroused expression and the taste of his satin smooth cock making her pussy clench. Refraining from touching herself, she continued to lick and suck on the head of his cock, flicking her tongue around its base.

  His cock filled out even more, making her wish he was entering her pussy instead of her mouth. Regardless, she took hold of his shaft and moved her other hand to his ass, pushing his cock further into her mouth. She started moving her lips up and down it, enjoying his reactions, his pants and moans making her wet. He tipped his head back, stilling her for a moment, his face sinfully erotic, arousing her even more.

  The Black Russian said something, probably telling her to continue. Again, Sasha stiffened. She quickly resumed what she was doing, drawing his attention back to her. He grabbed her head with both hands, pushing his cock down her throat, almost choking her in his eagerness. She jerked her head back, then deep-throated him again, pulling out a growl of pleasure. She moved one of her hands to his balls ... ball ... making him stiffen yet again. He went to pull away from her, but she gripped him tighter, causing him to yell out.

  She removed his cock from her mouth. “Don’t be ashamed of it, you’re beautiful no matter what the Black Russian does to you.” She lowered her head and lapped at his ball, then sucked it into her mouth, making him gasp, his eyes going wide with shock.

  “So beautiful,” the Black Russian said.

  Luckily, Sasha didn’t react this time, too caught up with what she was doing. She let his ball pop out of her mouth and sucked his cock back in, his length rock hard. Cupping his ball, she resumed blowing him, pulling out the most delicious sounds, Sasha looking in ecstasy.

  Slowing down her pace, she dragged her lips over his cock head, using her tongue to spear it. His stomach clenched in response, causing his six-pack to stand out even more. A droplet of sweat appeared below his navel, trickling down the middle line of his abs, laying a path to his cock. She ran her hand over it, then reached up to touch his pecs, giving his nipple a tweak. His cock jerked in answer, as though a string was connecting them. She did it again, getting the same reaction, along with a low growl, so throaty she looked back up at his face. He was wearing the same feral look he had when he’d pushed her on the bed, his expression filled with nothing but lust.

  He gripped onto her head tighter and started moving his hips, pushing his cock down her throat, almost making her choke. She tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong, the man lost in pleasure, too far gone to notice he was being too rough. She took hold of his ball again and pulled on it, intending on getting him to back down, but instead it set him off. With a roar, his cock exploded inside her mouth, filling it with warm sperm. She swallowed it down quickly to stop from choking. As he loosened his grip on her head, she looked up at him, stupefied by what she was seeing. She didn’t think it was possible, but he looked even more beautiful than before, the sight of him coming exquisite. His eyes were closed while his mouth was parted, the guttural sounds he was emitting making her flush all over.

  Clapping started up over the sound system, drawing her attention to the viewing-window. She let go of Sasha’s cock and looked over at the Black Russian.

  “Well done, Andriena,” he said, still clapping. “I’ve never seen Sasha react like that before. Such a pity you’re not attracted to men, Sasha, because I would give anything to make you come like that for me.”

  Sasha didn’t reply, his gaze still on Andriena. He was staring at her in a new light, as though she was a goddess, his amazed expression almost reverent.

  “By the way, Sasha, the bullet in that gun wouldn’t have fired, it was tampered with.”

  Sasha’s head snapped to the Black Russian. “What? Why?”

  “You’re prone to doing stupid things, so I erred on the side of caution. It would be a crime to take such beauty from this world. By the way, that performance just makes me want you back in my bed even more.” A wicked grin pulled at his lips. “Maybe we can both fuck my new Yuri.”

  “No!” Sasha yelled.

  “Calm down, I’m not going to force you to do it, in fact I’m going to give you a choice. And since you’ve made it clear you don’t want to fuck my Yuri, I’ll let you pick from two other options.”

  “What?”

  “To live with me or go free—”

  “Go free.”

  “You didn’t let me finish, my dear Sasha. If you want to choose freedom, you’ll have to kill Andriena to achieve it.”

  Sasha’s eyes shot to Andriena.

  Andriena pushed to her feet and backed up fast, shaking her head at him. “You can’t.”

  “You’ve killed women before, Sasha,” the Black Russian said. “What’s one more?”

  “Those women were Black Vipers,” Sasha replied. “Assassins. While she’s an innocent.”

  “She’s not innocent, I’ve already defiled her.”

  “She had no control over that!”

  “Are you arguing over something that could free you in an instant?”

  “I don’t trust you. What guarantee will I get that you won’t go back on your word after I kill her?”

  “I promise on my sister’s life.”

  Sasha turned to Andriena, his vulnerable look completely gone. His gray eyes were now shrewd, assessing his options. Terr
ified, Andriena backed into the door, his expression telling he was seriously considering killing her.

  The Black Russian continued, “And if you don’t kill her, she can walk free, while you will forever remain my slave.”

  Sasha took a step closer to Andriena, making her scream out, “No!” He took another step, his muscular body tensing, getting ready to strike, his decision obviously made.

  “Pl-please don’t do this,” she stammered. “I beg-beg you, don’t do this.”

  He went for her. She shot to her right, but he barreled into her, slamming her against the wall, making her cry out. He moved his hands to either side of her head, looking like he could rip her throat out. The man who’d looked at her with reverence only moments ago was now gone, replaced by a stone-cold killer.

  She slid down the wall, knowing this was it. He was going to kill her.

  Sasha clamped a hand around her throat and lifted her back up. “I don’t want to do this,” he bit out, “but I can’t keep being used. I was made to fuck women, not to be fucked by men. I don’t want to ever taste a cock again. I want women to taste mine like you did before. I also want to breathe fresh air and to walk wherever I please, not to be tied to a bed, waiting to be defiled. Do you understand?”

  Andriena nodded, tears now flowing freely down her face. He was choosing to kill her so he could survive, because she knew he would sooner kill himself than submit to the Black Russian.

  She closed her eyes, still wanting to beg him not to do it, but knowing it was pointless. “Please make it quick,” she forced out.

  She jolted as soft lips brushed her tear soaked cheeks. She opened her eyes, seeing a deep sadness in Sasha’s eyes. He loosened his grip on her neck.

  “Sasha, what are you doing?” the Black Russian asked.

  With a pained expression, Sasha tightened his grip once more. The pressure on her neck grew, choking her. She brought her hands to his, desperately grappling to loosen his grip, her need to breathe washing away all logic, because there was no way she could win against him, not even a slight chance.

  He loosened his grip yet again. Andriena coughed and spluttered, sucking in air, drinking it in like an alcoholic who’d fallen off the wagon.

  He placed his forehead against hers, murmuring, “I can’t do it, I can’t.”

  “Sasha!” the Black Russian barked. “What are you waiting for? Kill her!”

  Sasha brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Promise me you’ll find a way to free me,” he whispered. “I’m giving up a lot for you to live. Don’t leave me suffering. You owe me that much.”

  She gasped, “You’re not going to kill me?”

  He nodded, sadness once again taking over his expression. “You shouldn’t have treated me with kindness. Why did you have to do that?”

  “I—”

  The Black Russian cut her off, “Hurry up and kill her, Sasha. I want to see Camila’s face when I tell her you killed her sister. It’ll be well worth the money I’ll lose.”

  Sasha let go of Andriena and stormed over to the window, slamming his hands against the thick glass. “I’m not going to kill her; I’m going to kill you!”

  The Black Russian’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re choosing to give up freedom for that pathetic cocksucker?”

  “She’s not pathetic! She treated me like a human being, not a piece of shit like you do.”

  “Oh, Sasha, Sasha, Sasha, why do you always make things so hard for yourself? No, don’t answer that, I’m actually happy you’re choosing to stay with me.”

  “I’m not choosing to stay with you; I’m choosing not to kill Andriena.”

  “The result’s still the same.” The Black Russian turned to his men. “Free the woman and bring Sasha to my room, I’m going to make him regret his decision.” His gaze returned to Sasha. “Unless you change your mind. You still have time to kill her before the guards enter the cell. If you do that, I’ll still free you.”

  Although he looked fearful, Sasha remained where he was, not going near Andriena.

  The door opened. Two guards entered holding taser guns, one of them knocking Andriena to the floor. She kicked his leg, making him yell out and turn to her. At that moment, Sasha let out a roar and ran at him. The guard spun around and fired at Sasha, the tasers shooting out at him. Sasha dodged them and punched the guard in the face, then grabbed him around the neck, yanking him to his body just as the other guard fired at him. The tasers hit the first guard. Sasha shoved him forward and whipped around, doing a roundhouse kick into the second guard’s face, the crack of the man’s nose sounding excruciating. The guard hollered and brought his hands to his face, leaving his torso unprotected. Sasha kicked him in the stomach, propelling him backwards. The man landed in a heap, looking too hurt to get up.

  Two more guards entered the room, one of them Nikita. Sasha hesitated, looking like he didn’t want to fight his brother. The guards parted to either side of the door. The Black Russian entered next, ducking under the doorway to get inside.

  “Do yourself a favor, Sasha,” he said, straightening to his full height, “don’t fight me, you won’t win.”

  “I don’t fucking care!” Sasha went for him, throwing a punch at the Black Russian’s face. The big man blocked it and shoved him to the side. Sasha went for him again, but the Black Russian sidestepped him, striking him in the back with the heel of his hand. Sasha yelled out, then dropped down, sweeping his leg out at the Black Russian’s ankles. His master jumped back, barely missing being taken out.

  The Black Russian roared, “Get him!”

  The guards went for Sasha. Dodging a kick from Nikita, he rolled to the side and sprung to his feet in front of the other guard. He smashed a fist into the man’s face, then grabbed one of his shoulders and yanked it down, kneeing the guard in the stomach. He then shoved him at Nikita, stopping his brother from kicking him. Nikita sidestepped the falling guard and shot behind Sasha, his speed incredible.

  Nikita swung an arm around his brother’s neck. Sasha dropped down before Nikita could put him in a chokehold. He kicked back into Nikita’s right shin, but instead of falling, Nikita flipped over him, twisting in mid-air, his white hair flying around him. He landed in a crouch in front of Sasha, the brothers coming face to face. Then they sprung at each other, like two wild bucks going head to head, neither of them willing to back down. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, wrestling with each other, a few punches being thrown into the mix.

  The Black Russian grabbed Sasha and yanked him away from Nikita. He curved an arm around his neck, pulling him to his body. He went to say something, but instead yelled out as Sasha bit his arm. Sasha slipped out of his grasp and backed away from him, keeping one eye on Nikita.

  The Black Russian lifted his bleeding arm to his mouth and licked across his wound. “Next time it’ll be your blood,” he growled.

  Sasha bared his teeth at him, his master’s blood tainting the white. Again, he didn’t look like the same person, the wicked twist of his lips and the evil glint in his eyes, along with his bloodied teeth making him look crazy.

  The Black Russian indicated with his hand to come at him. “Let’s get the party started, boy.”

  With a howl, Sasha leaped at him, whipping his leg around. The Black Russian deflected it and struck Sasha in the chest. Sasha flipped backwards, landing in a crouch. Then he leapt forward again. The Black Russian shot to the side, kicking Sasha in the stomach. Sasha tucked his knees to his chest and rolled over, landing on his feet. He placed a hand on his stomach, appearing winded, his breaths coming out in shallow pants.

  Nikita appeared behind him, like a vengeful ghost materializing out of nowhere. Andriena screamed out a warning. Still in a crouch, Sasha pivoted on one foot, striking out with the other one. Nikita jumped, barely missing the sweep. As he came down, he kicked Sasha under the chin, whipping his brother’s head back. Sasha fell onto his back, grunting as he hit the concrete floor. Nikita brought his heel down, aiming for Sasha’s stomach.
Sasha rolled over before he could make contact. He swiveled around on his back, looking like he was doing a break dancing move. But instead of performing for an audience, he struck Nikita in the calf, knocking his brother’s leg out from under him. Nikita twisted in mid-air, saving himself from being taken out. Landing on both feet, he placed a steadying hand on the floor, his pale purple eyes holding no malice, only a deep sadness. Sasha pushed up, his expression also sad, looking like he didn’t want to battle his brother anymore.

  The Black Russian took a step toward Sasha, capturing his attention. Sasha’s expression changed in an instant, hate twisting his beautiful features.

  The Black Russian leveled him with a hard stare. “Give up, Sasha. You can’t win.”

  Without a word, Sasha sprung forward, attacking his master with a barrage of punches. The Black Russian blocked them, again looking unconcerned. Instead, he appeared to be enjoying himself, making Andriena worry he was just playing with Sasha.

  Nikita came in from the other side, raising his leg for a kick. Sasha stopped attacking the Black Russian and swept Nikita’s leg aside, then blocked a punch from the Black Russian, leaving his body open for attack. The Black Russian brought a heel down onto Sasha’s thigh. Yelling out, Sasha dropped to the floor, getting punched in the face as he went down. His master kicked him again, this time in the stomach. Sasha rolled onto his side, curling up in pain.

  The Black Russian began circling him. “Apart from your mother, no woman’s worth sacrificing yourself for, Sasha. Though, your mother doesn’t need someone to fight for her. She’s strong, unlike the Donatelli cocksucker you like so much.”

  Sasha turned his head and spat blood at him. “Let’s see how strong she is when I give her your head.”

  The Black Russian bobbed down in front of him. “You’re not strong enough to take me down, my dear boy. No one is.”

  “One day I will.”