Sasha & Andriena #1 (Lovers & Sinners) (4 page)

Sasha pushed off the
bed and walked over to it before she had a chance.

“Sasha, return to the
bed,” Nikita said.

“Not until you tell
me what’s happening to her.”

“Why do you care
about the woman, Sasha? Not only did you attack her, you told her about the
butchers when it wasn’t even necessary.”

“She asked, and I’m
more concerned with what’s happening to me than her. If she’s leaving, I could end
up on someone’s menu.”

“The Black Russian
wouldn’t sell you to a butcher. He still loves you.”

Sasha raised an
eyebrow, thinking Nikita couldn’t be serious. “Is that why he had you and the
other guards beat me to within an inch of my life?”

“He had to show the others
what would happen if they betray him, and if you were any other guard, he would’ve
killed you gruesomely. And, Sasha, you will heal. Your injuries aren’t
permanent. So, go sit back down on the bed. I have to take the woman to see her
sister. Unlike you, she may be getting out of the palace alive.”

Andriena whipped her
head around to Nikita. “Is Camila here?”

“
Da
, her
boyfriend is bartering for your release.” His pale purple gaze moved back to
Sasha. “It’s Jagger D’Angelo.”

Sasha headed back to
the bed, knowing that Nikita was telling the truth, especially since the Black
Russian would do anything to fuck Jagger. Andriena was obviously just a means
to bribe Jagger into fornicating with him.

“Actually, go to the
far corner,” Nikita said.

Sasha sneered at him.
“Are you afraid of me, Niki?”

“
Wary
is a
more apt word. So, move.”

Sasha did as he was
told. Within seconds, the door opened. A different guard appeared, training a taser
gun on him. Nikita appeared next, indicating for Andriena to come with him. She
went without protest, disappearing through the door.

Sasha lay back down
on the bed, hoping she didn’t return.

3

ANDRIENA

Andriena followed the
beautiful albino guard through the passageway, the man’s long white hair
reaching his behind. He was a magical-looking creature, too surreal to be
human. For a moment, she imagined he was a vampire, a stupid thought, but his Slavic
accent and looks made her think of one. The memory of sitting around a campfire
with her auntie and her gypsy friends returned. She must’ve only been seven or
eight at the time. The adults had been weaving tales about vampires and
dhampirs
—human
and vampire hybrids. They’d laughed when she’d hidden behind her auntie,
fearful one would get her. Nikita glanced over his shoulder, his pale purple gaze
landing on her. She stopped in her tracks, wishing her late auntie could
protect her now.

The guard behind her
prodded her to move forward with his taser gun. She bit back her fear and
continued walking, focusing on seeing her sister rather than the man before her.
She didn’t even care about her half-undressed state, because Camila was here to
take her home. Her youngest sister constantly came to her rescue, taking on
anyone who bullied her. Once at school, a boy had pushed Andriena into a wall
and tried to kiss her. In response, Camila had punched him in the back. He’d
spun around to face her, getting another punch, this time in the balls, one hard
enough to floor him. Camila had only been fourteen at the time, two years
younger than the guy and half his size.

After ascending some
stairs, Nikita stopped by a door, indicating for her to go in. She stepped
inside the dark room, spinning around as the door closed behind her. She tried
the handle, finding it locked. Now nervous, she switched on the light, getting
an eyeful in the process. Erotic art decorated the blood-red walls, the closest
painting displaying two naked males having sex. There was also a frieze lining
the top of the walls, the raised images of people participating in an orgy,
males and females alike.

Her focus shifted to
a massive four-poster bed, topped with a rich red canopy. Lying on the mattress
was a man dressed in painted on leather pants, the outline of his cock and
balls clearly visible. He was also bare-chested, with muscular arms and a clearly
defined six-pack.

He turned his head to
look at her, making Andriena gasp. It was her nephew—Matteo Donatelli. She knew
the Black Russian had taken him too, but to see him splayed out before her and
in such a sexual manner—she was rendered speechless.

Fear hit her a second
later, his presence making her wonder whether she’d been lied to about her
sister. The day she’d been sold, the Black Russian had voiced his interest in
having a threesome with her and Matteo, which Matteo had quickly vetoed. But
back then he’d been a free man, unlike the erotic creature lying chained to the
bed.

Recognition, then hope
lit up her nephew’s face. Her oldest brother’s son was twenty-seven, four years
younger than her. Unlike the rest of her family, Matteo was blond and half
American. Though, he still had the beautiful Donatelli eyes, her nephew a
stunning-looking man. It was why the Black Russian had kidnapped him, which she
thought was true karma, since Matteo had helped their uncle to sell her.

“Auntie, free me.” Her
nephew yanked on the chains, making them jingle. “The keys are in the cabinet
closest to me.”

More concerned with looking
for an escape, she headed for the door on his right. She poked her head around
the corner, finding an exquisite bathroom with an octagonal-shaped bath and
marble flooring, but unfortunately no windows.

“Stop wasting time,”
Matteo growled, with a thick American accent. “We needa get out ASAP.”

Andriena turned to
him, giving her nephew a scowl. “You brought this upon yourself, Matteo. You
assisted Christo in selling me, now you’re reaping karma.”

Fear cut across his face,
making him appear deceptively innocent, his All-American boy-next-door looks
clashing with what he was wearing. He shook the chains. “You can’t leave me
like this!” he shouted, looking visibly upset.

She exhaled loudly,
knowing she couldn’t. Despite her nephew being a callous bastard, leaving him
with the Black Russian would make her just as bad as he was. She opened the cabinet
drawer and pulled out a small bunch of keys. She tried each one until she found
the right key, then proceeded to unlock Matteo’s chains.

Once freed, Matteo
jumped off the bed and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a big hug.
“Thank you, Auntie,” he said, taking her by surprise. Matteo had never shown
her affection before, though, it was probably more to do with gratitude than
family love.

He pulled back and grabbed
her hand, tugging her towards the door. “Get the guards to come in. I’ll hide
behind the door so I can take them by surprise.”

“Have you seen Camila?
They said I was being taken to her.”

He shook his head.
“Probably lies to get you here. The Black Russian kept taunting me, saying he
wanted to see me fuck you.” He let go of her hand and moved behind the door,
indicating for her to call out to the guards.

She knocked on the
door, not sure if this was a good idea, a bad feeling settling at the pit of
her stomach. “Where’s my sister?” she called out, instinct telling her to take
cover. “I was told I was being taken to her.”

The door flung open,
making her jump back. It missed her narrowly, but slammed into Matteo, causing
him to cry out.

The Black Russian
stepped into the room, making Andriena back up rapidly. The man was a towering
wall of muscle, his shaved head barely missing the top of the door. He was a
truly terrifying sight to behold; a walking nightmare swathed in black, from
his shoes and tailored pants to the onyx buttons on his silk shirt. Black
tattoos also covered his body, including his face and cock, the latter
something she wished she didn’t know. She took another step back, the memories
of what he’d done to her causing her to shake uncontrollably. She wasn’t a
brave person, far from it, but even the bravest would quake before him.

Matteo started
swearing at the Black Russian, disproving Andriena’s thought, because the only
thing making her nephew quake was his anger. Though, Matteo was an irreverent
bastard, with more attitude than common sense.

The Black Russian’s
gaze moved to Andriena’s nephew. Matteo had his hand over his nose, cursing
like there was no tomorrow, and with the way he was insulting the Black
Russian, it was a distinct possibility. But instead of getting mad at him, the
Black Russian’s pale blue eyes lit up with amusement.

“You’re so
predictable, Yuri,” the man said, his Russian accent thick as well as deep. “You
did exactly what I thought you would.” He indicated to the bed. “Now, get back where
you belong.”

Matteo dropped his
hand, blood running from his nose. “No! And my name’s
not
Yuri, so
fucking stop calling me it, you psycho bitch.”

The Black Russian
chuckled. He looked in his early forties, possibly younger, his face wrinkle
free. “I love how you can insult me yet sound so adorable. It makes me want to
squeeze you, my sweet boy.”

“I’m not sweet or a boy,
you fucktard!”

“Oh, you definitely
are, otherwise you’d be dead for insulting me. And although I could listen to
your lovely American accent all day, I have things to do, so go lie down.”

“Fuck you!” Matteo
spat.

“No, I prefer to fuck
you
.”

“You know what I
meant! And I demand you free me. My uncle will kill you for this!”

“If you’re talking
about Christo, he’s dead.”

Matteo’s face
dropped.

“Oh, I do apologize
for not telling you sooner. Tut, tut, that’s rather bad form of me, wasn’t it?”

“You killed him?”

“No, your ex-wife
did. She blew him up with a bomb. I considered punishing her for it, but she
did it in such an ingenious manner I applauded her instead.”

Matteo brought a hand
to his face, looking visibly upset, while Andriena felt nothing but relief, her
uncle finally getting what he deserved.

The Black Russian opened
his arms wide. “Come here, Yuri, I’ll console you.”

Matteo backed up fast.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you perverted freak!”

A smile pulled at the
Black Russian’s lips, the whiteness of his teeth contrasting with his tattooed
face. It made him look like a shark, one that wanted to devour Matteo alive. “From
what I remember, you
loved
me touching you,” he said. “When you came,
you screamed so loud I was sure Finland could hear you.”

“I screamed because
you yanked on my motherfucking cock!”

The Black Russian
laughed. “You’re definitely not a mother fucker, my gay beauty.”

“Just because I’m gay
doesn’t mean I want you!” Matteo snapped. “What I want is to be free. So let me
go, you Siberian sack of sheep shit. I need to be free.
I need to be fucking
free!
”

“Firstly, I’m not
Siberian,” the Black Russian said, looking like he was trying hard not to laugh
again. “And secondly, I’ll be happy to let you go.”

Matteo stopped
ranting, a mixture of distrust and hope battling across his handsome face.
“This isn’t a trick, is it?”

“No. As long as your
auntie chooses to free you, I’ll pay for a one-way ticket to wherever you
choose to go.”

“She already chose; otherwise
I’d still be chained to the bed.”

“Wrong auntie.” The
Black Russian glanced back through the doorway. “Bring Camila in.”

A moment later, Nikita
escorted Andriena’s youngest sister into the room. Wearing a curve-hugging, navy-blue
dress, Camila looked like a harder, sexier version of Andriena, her hourglass
figure more pronounced than hers.

With a shriek of delight,
Camila propelled herself at Andriena, almost knocking her down. Andriena hugged
her sister back, the two of them clinging onto each other. Tears quickly
followed, a mixture of relief and happiness at seeing each other overwhelming
them.

Camila ran her hand
down Andriena’s hair. “Why are you half-naked?” she asked, her tone concerned.
“Did he force you?”

“No,” Andriena lied,
not wanting her sister to know.

Breaking the hug,
Camila took hold of Andriena’s hand and turned to face the Black Russian. “I’m
taking my sister with me.”

He nodded. “You can,
just as long as your boyfriend gives me the payment I asked for.”

“He’ll pay whatever
you want.”

The Black Russian
glanced at Matteo. “What about your nephew? Don’t you want to get him back as
well?”

Camila grimaced. “I’ll
pay for him too, though the
stronzo
doesn’t deserve it,” she said,
calling Matteo an asshole.

The Black Russian
shook his head. “No. You can only have one of your relatives, while the other must
remain. So, choose between them.”

“Andriena,” Camila
said without hesitation.

Matteo yelled out, “No!
You can’t leave me here!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,
Yuri,” the Black Russian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but unfortunately
your auntie has made her decision.”

“No!” Matteo yelled,
going for the door.

The Black Russian
stepped in his way. Matteo threw a punch at him. Dodging it, the Black Russian
struck him in the back. Matteo yelled out and whipped around, throwing a kick
at him, Andriena’s nephew a martial artist. The Black Russian grabbed his leg
and swept the other one out from under him, sending Matteo crashing to the
floor. Matteo yelled out as he hit it, his body jolting from the blow.

“Are you going to
stop this nonsense?” the Black Russian asked, looking down at Matteo. “Because,
although you’re good,
I’m better
.”

Matteo pushed to his
feet, his expression pained, yet defiant. “I won’t stop trying to escape, so
you might as well let me go.”

“I will
never
let
you go. I own you—body
and
soul.”

“No, you don’t!”
Matteo went for him again, but instantly dropped to the floor, Nikita tasering
him. He shouted in pain, the two wires sticking out of his chest making him
jerk about uncontrollably.

Andriena went to help
him, but got yanked back by her sister. “Don’t touch him! You could get
electrocuted,” Camila snapped.

“I wish.” The Black
Russian yanked the wires out of Matteo with his gloved hand, then placed a boot
on his chest. Matteo pushed it off, getting a heel in the stomach for his
trouble. He curled up into a ball, his groans upsetting Andriena.

“Just let him go,”
she pleaded. “I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

The Black Russian
raised an eyebrow. “You’re willing to do that for a man who helped sell you?”

“He’s still my
brother’s son. I have to protect him. So, please let him go with me.”

“No, you Donatelli
must pay for killing Sasha’s brother.”

Andriena gasped. “My
famiglia
killed Sasha’s brother?”