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

the gun to your head, Andriena.”
    The shaking of her
head picked up.
    A piercing,
screeching sound split the air. Both Sasha and Andriena covered their ears.
Sasha looked over at the viewing-window, seeing the Black Russian running the
tip of a knife down the glass.
    “I wonder whether
you’d screech in the same way when I cut the flesh from your bones, Andriena.” The
Black Russian lifted the knife to his mouth and licked along the blade.
    Andriena started
sobbing.
    “There’s no need to
cry,” the Black Russian said. “I won’t do it ... unless you don’t put
that gun to your head.”
    With a trembling
hand, she lifted the gun to her head.
    “Why aren’t you
giving her a choice?” Sasha asked.
    “I like you better.”
    “You have no reason
to, she’s a much nicer person than me, and you should still give her a choice.”
    The Black Russian
stared at him, not saying a word, making it hard to hold his gaze, the
awkwardness growing with every second. But Sasha didn’t look away, knowing he
couldn’t back down on this, Andriena’s life at stake.
    “Okay,” the Black
Russian finally said. His cold gaze moved to Andriena. “Pull the trigger or
kiss Sasha.”
    Without hesitation, she
placed the gun on the table and went to Sasha. “ Grazie mille ,” she
whispered, thanking him a lot.
    He pushed out of his
chair, the woman so much shorter than him. She stared up at him with a
gratitude he didn’t feel comfortable with. His appeal to the Black Russian had probably
only added a few more minutes to her life, the game far from over.
    He leaned his face
down, making it easier for her to kiss him. She raised her hands, which were
still trembling. Taking hold of his face, she pulled it closer, giving him a
soft kiss, her full lips stealing his breath away. For a moment, he forgot
where he was, the contact a respite from his cruel life. But like always, the
pleasure was fleeting, an ephemeral whisper upon his lips. She let go and
stared up at him, her earlier animosity now completely gone. He didn’t know how
they could go between fighting and wanting to fuck each other, constantly switching
between the two. Her personality infuriated him, but her touch ... her body ...
it lit him up more than he cared to admit.
    The Black Russian
growled, “What a pathetic kiss, nothing like the one I saw on the video.”
    Sasha looked over at
him, wanting to say that there was nothing wrong with the kiss, that it was
pure and beautiful, but instead he remained silent, the look on the Black
Russian’s face telling him his master knew it too. He wondered whether the
bastard was jealous, which was probably why he was treating Andriena so poorly.
    “Kiss again and make
it last a while,” the Black Russian said, causing Sasha to reconsider his thoughts.
Maybe his master didn’t like the tenderness he saw, the psychopath knowing
nothing about being gentle.
    Andriena took hold of
Sasha’s face again and pressed her lips against his, this kiss more mechanical,
filled with fear rather than tenderness.
    “Return the kiss,
Sasha,” the Black Russian said.
    Sasha broke the kiss
and looked over at him, now questioning the man’s motives. “Promise on your
sister’s life that you won’t change your mind and punish me afterwards,” he
said, knowing it was the only way to make the bastard keep his word.
    “I promise on my
beloved’s life I won’t harm you in any way for kissing Andriena.”
    I’m going to make you
regret saying that. Sasha sat
down and grabbed Andriena’s arm, yanking her onto his lap, causing her to squeal.
He placed a hand at the back of her head and smashed his lips against hers, cutting
off the sound. She tried to jerk away, but he wrapped his other arm around her,
locking her in place. He continued to kiss her, enjoying her soft lips as well
as giving the Black Russian more than he’d anticipated.
    Within seconds, Andriena
relaxed in his arms and returned his kiss. He loosened his grip, allowing her
to