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

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?”
    “You!” His gaze
snapped back to Nikita. “Take her out!”
    Nikita shook his
head. “No, she stays.”
    “I won’t go near her
again, and if you do anymore tricks with food, I’ll refuse to eat. She can
starve too, because I’m not falling for the Black Russian’s ploy.”
    “It’s not a ploy,