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 swing her leg over his lap so she could straddle him. She pressed against his already swelling cock, making him gasp into her kiss, his cock starved of cunt.
“Enough!” the Black Russian boomed, making him jolt.
Sasha broke the kiss unwillingly, but also with satisfaction, knowing he’d fucked the bastard off. But instead of looking at the Black Russian, his gaze was drawn to Andriena, her expression capturing his full attention. Fear, arousal, and a deep longing were battling across her face, making her eyes big, her cheeks flushed, and her lips quiver. She looked like she thought she was going to die, but wanted to fuck him into the afterlife.
“Return to your seat, Andriena,” the Black Russian barked.
Without replying, she climbed off Sasha and sat back down in her chair, her eyes only leaving him for a second.
“Sasha,” the Black Russian said. “Take the gun and place it to Andriena’s head—”
Andriena shot out of her seat. “But I did what you asked!”
“I didn’t ask you to grind against him!” the Black Russian roared.
“Is that why you’re punishing her?” Sasha cut in. “Because she took what you wanted?”
The Black Russian lifted the knife. “I can take your cock anytime I want.”
Sasha snapped his mouth shut.
“Now, my dear boy,” the Black Russian said, picking his nails with the tip of the blade, “the reason why I asked you to place the gun to her head wasn’t due to her giving you an impromptu lap dance; it’s due to you not valuing your life. So, this time round I’m giving you different choices to make: place the gun to her head and pull the trigger or remove her bra.”
Sasha pushed out of his chair and walked over to Andriena. Springing to her feet, she backed up, her expression now panicked.
“No use in fighting it, Andriena,” he said, “you know it needs to be done.”
“I know, just let me do it myself.” She moved her hands to her bra strap.
“No!” the Black Russian barked. “Sasha must take it off.”
Looking defeated, she let go of the strap and turned around, placing her hands against the wall as though he was pointing a gun at her. He took hold of the bra strap, fumbling with the clasp, his inexperience at undressing women hindering him.
“Having trouble?” the Black Russian asked, his tone now amused.
“No, I’m fine,” Sasha lied, the clasp not relenting.
“Then, why can’t you undo a simple bra strap?”
“The clasp’s stuck.”
“Or you’re just inexperienced when it comes to women. It gives me hope that you still have some innocence left in you.”
“You destroyed my innocence, and I’ve made love to a woman before.” The clasp finally gave way, undoing the back of her bra.
“Fucking your ex a few times doesn’t equate to being experienced.”
Sasha went to walk back to his seat.
“Stay where you are, Sasha,” the Black Russian said. “You still have to take off her bra.” His cold blue gaze moved to Andriena. “Turn around, woman, so Sasha can remove it.”
She turned around, her scared eyes locking onto Sasha’s. He lowered his gaze to her lace-covered chest, feeling both nervous and aroused, with a touch of fear, what he was going to do wrong, yet desired.
“Your nervousness is delicious, Sasha,” the Black Russian said.
Ignoring him, Sasha lifted his hands to Andriena’s bra, only wanting to focus on her. She was breathing heavily, making her breasts shake. To his shame, it was arousing him even more—despite the knowledge they were being watched.
He took hold of the straps, stilling for a moment as his fingers came in contact with her skin. It was so smooth, not a blemish in sight. It made him want to run his hands all over her body, the softness acting like a balm for his rough hands.
He lowered the straps down her arms, exhaling as he removed the bra completely, her breasts making his mouth water. They were large, with tight, dark nipples, framed by slightly lighter areolae. He wanted to lick and suckle on them, or even better, to push his cock in between the luscious moun
ds. His cock twitched, agreeing with him.
She crossed her arms over her chest, covering the beauties from sight.
“Drop your arms, Andriena,” the Black Russian said. “Or suffer the consequences.”
Screwing up her face, she dropped them, again revealing her spectacular breasts.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they, Sasha,” the Black Russian said.
Sasha remained silent, more interested in looking than speaking. He hadn’t seen bare breasts in so long, and the ones he’d seen didn’t compare to Andriena’s.
“Answer me.”
“Da,” he croaked out, “they are,” delicious.
“Touch them.”
Not needing to be asked twice, Sasha cupped them, the woman making his cock ache.
“Do you want to kiss them?” the Black Russian asked.
“Da.”
“You should. They taste exquisite.”
Sasha’s gaze snapped to the Black Russian, anger welling up at his words, what the sick fuck would’ve done to Andriena making him want to rip the bastard to pieces.
“Are you jealous that I had her, Sasha?”
Sasha let go of her breasts, ready to rant at him, but stopped as the Black Russian raised his knife again.
“Be grateful she still has them,” his master said. “So, take one into your mouth and enjoy what I’m freely giving you.”
“It’s her turn to choose,” Sasha replied, feeling livid over the way the Black Russian had treated her—was treating her. She was no more than a fuck toy to the prick, instead of a scared woman who was willing to do anything to survive. He also knew the bastard was tempting him, drawing him in, making him want to do more with Andriena. And when he did, he would be punished for it.
The Black Russian’s voice cut through his thoughts. “This has got nothing to do with the game, Sasha. I want to see how you react when you suck on naked tit. I just have to hope my curiosity doesn’t disappoint me.”
Sasha refocused on Andriena’s breasts, wanting to do what his master had asked, but feeling self-conscious about it. The other day, when he’d sucked on her lace-covered tit, he hadn’t been thinking. His urges had wiped away all of his anxieties. But now, his anxieties had tripled to the point he was frozen to the spot.
“Sasha,” the Black Russian said in a warning tone.
Swallowing down his fear, Sasha looked up at Andriena. “Do I have your permission?” he asked, needing it, because if she said no, it wasn’t happening, no matter what his master did to him.
She nodded, her breathing heavy once more.
Relieved, he took hold of her breasts, but didn’t lower his head, his nerves making him react slowly. But God, did they feel exquisite!
“If you don’t wish to suck on them, you don’t have to,” the Black Russian’s voice grew lower, “but you’ll have to replace them with my cock.”
Sasha quickly latched onto Andriena’s right breast. She gasped and moved a hand to his head, pulling on his hair a bit too hard. But he didn’t care. Her breast tasted so much better without the lace, her soft flesh and hard nipple pure heaven.
Wanting to devour it, he wrapped his arms around her, getting lost in her exquisite flesh. Letting go of his hair, she grabbed onto his shoulders, making him realize he’d picked her up in his need to get closer, her legs dangling off the floor.
“You can stop now, Sasha,” the Black Russian said.
Andriena wrapped her legs around his hips and moved her hands to his head, indicating she didn’t want him to stop. More than happy to continue, Sasha continued suckling on her breast, the soft gasps coming from her making his cock throb with need.
“Sasha!” the Black Russian barked.
Still holding Andriena, he let go of her breast and shot the Black Russian a glare. “You are jealous. Because every fucking time I get into it, you get mad at me.”
“This isn’t about jealousy,” the Black Russian growled, “this is about you not being able to take orders! For once, do as you’re told, not what you damn well please.”
Sasha eased Andriena to the floor, letting her go. “I don’t do as I please, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
“Regardless of where you are, you constantly overstep the boundaries. I told you to stop, yet you continued to suckle on Andriena’s breast. You have no self-control, Sasha, which is why you were never a good guard, no matter how much I wanted you to be.”
“I wasn’t a good guard because I wanted you to die.”
“Again, with speaking back.”
“I wasn’t speaking back, I was speaking my mind.”
The Black Russian grimaced. “At times I appreciate your honesty, while other times I wish you were like the thoughtless drones that surround me.”
“They’re not thoughtless! They’re living, breathing human beings with feelings. They want to live their own lives without you controlling every move they make. They also want to have families, not to be pretty pictures for you to spit on.”
The Black Russian took hold of Nikita’s hair. “They are nothing but pretty pictures, artworks that I collect, or more accurately robots.” He glanced at Andriena. “I heard what you called them and you’re right. They have no free will. They’re programmed to do what I want and would die doing it.”
“Niki isn’t a robot!” Sasha snapped. “And he only does what you want because he loves you.”
The Black Russian let go of Nikita’s hair. “Pull out your gun, Nikita.”
Nikita pulled it out.
“Put it your mouth.”
Nikita did.
“No!” Sasha yelled. “What are you doing?!”
“Teaching you that Nikita, like all the other guards, is as empty as a robot.”
“But he’s not; you can see it in his eyes.”
“Cock your gun, Nikita.”
Nikita cocked it.
“No, Niki!” Sasha yelled. “Don’t! Please, don’t!”
The Black Russian’s gaze returned to Sasha. “Why do you care for him after what he did to you?”
Sasha ignored the bastard. “Take the gun out of your mouth, Niki.”
Nikita’s sad gaze moved to his, but he kept the gun in his mouth.
“Take it out!”
Nikita closed his eyes.
“You don’t have to listen to him, Niki. He’s a hateful man who doesn’t deserve your love or loyalty.”
“Again, why do you care so much for him?” the Black Russian asked. “He watched you get beaten by the guards without lifting a finger to help you, even got a few kicks in himself.”
“You know why, so stop asking.”
“You said you would kill the people who’ve wronged you. Nikita has wronged you.”
“I can’t harm him.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my fucking brother, you idiot!”
“I’m not an idiot! You don’t give a shit about relatives! You would kill your mother in a heartbeat.”
“I care about the ones who mean something to me, not selfish bitches who sell their own children.”
“She only gave you to me to keep you safe, while Nikita’s done nothing for you, other than cause you pain.”
“Only because you ordered him to. Niki idolizes you, loves you unconditionally, would do anything you say, yet you give him nothing but contempt in return. And if my mother wanted to keep me safe she wouldn’t have sold me to you.”
“If you’d kept your vow to your brotherhood, I wouldn’t have harmed you. You would’ve lived a good life, loved and protected, not hurt and tortured.”
“I didn’t plan on falling for Ivy, and you’re a selfish bastard for not allowing the guards to have partners. We need more than the brotherhood, the job isn’t enough.”
“It’s not a job, it’s a calling, and you were told before committing yourself that you weren’t allowed partners.”
“I was twelve years old! I didn’t understand the full ramifications. You also made out like it was the best thin
g for me, which it bloody wasn’t.”
“It was the best thing. That’s the problem with you, Sasha. You don’t know when you’ve got it good,” the Black Russian placed a hand on Nikita’s head, “unlike your brother. Maybe I shouldn’t treat him like the other guards, since he is different from them. Instead, I should start showing him more love.” He ran a hand down Nikita’s hair, stroking it.
“Get your hand off him, you lecherous freak!” Sasha yelled.
The Black Russian whipped his hand away. “I hope you’re not alluding to what I think you are!”
“You know I am. You fuck anything and anyone.”
“I wouldn’t fuck Nikita! So strike that repulsive thought out of your head. Unlike you, Nikita is untouchable.” He turned back to Nikita. “Take the gun out of your mouth.”
Nikita did.
The Black Russian cupped his face. “I’m sorry for making you do that, I would never have asked you to pull the trigger. I was making a point with Sasha. But I shouldn’t have used you or called you a robot. You’re a good boy, not a thoughtless drone. Do you accept my apology?”
“Da,” Nikita replied, a smile wiping away his hurt expression.
“Spasibo. Even though I don’t always show it, I do love you.” He let go of Nikita’s face. “Ask one thing of me and I shall grant it, just make sure it’s not regarding Sasha.”
“Give me the Donatelli assignment.”
The Black Russian smiled wide. “You never disappoint me.” He patted Nikita’s cheek. “It’s yours.”
Nikita’s face lit up. “I promise to make them pay for what they did to Yuri.”
“What do you mean by that?” Andriena cut in.
The Black Russian looked over at her. “All your top men are going to die, including your Don.”
She shook her head vigorously. “I told you the ones responsible are dead.”
He hit his chest. “My hate and grief aren’t dead! Just be grateful Nikita doesn’t kill all your family.”
“He still can’t do this!” she yelled, looking panicked. “And we don’t have a Don anymore, my uncle is dead.”
“Your nephew Carmine Donatelli has taken over.”
“But he wasn’t even in the country when Yuri was killed.” She started waving her hands about as she talked, her emotions taking control of her body. “Carmine had no part in what happened. He’s a good man, someone who deserves to be revered, not murdered.”
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