Sasha & Andriena #1 (Lovers & Sinners) by Marita A. Hansen Page A

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