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

her. She just wasn’t sure how he’d react. He was
giving off mixed signals, his aroused reactions contradicting his usually
prudish behavior.
    “There’s breakfast on
the table,” he repeated, his voice growing harsher.
    She raised her gaze,
seeing tension behind his gray eyes. She couldn’t tell whether it was anger or
an imprisoned desire.
    “Stop staring at me,”
he snapped, his tone answering her.
    She rolled her eyes,
thinking he had a nerve. “You are one contradictory man,” she said, pushing out
of bed. Not waiting for a reply, she sat down at the table and picked up the brioche,
more interested in eating than arguing.
    “Stop!” Sasha barked.
    She froze with the
brioche a bite away.
    He jumped out of bed
and snatched it out of her hand. “We have to feed each other,” he said, dumping
it on her plate.
    “Why?”
    “For the Black
Russian’s amusement.”
    She looked over at
the viewing-window, not seeing the man, only Nikita watching them. “But he’s
not here.”
    “He doesn’t need to
be. We’re being filmed.”
    Her gaze snapped back
to him. “I don’t see any cameras.”
    “They’re in the light
fixtures and the small holes in the wall.”
    Andriena sat up
straighter, looking at the holes in a new light. Before she’d thought they were
just flaws, so hadn’t paid them any attention. But now, she could see they were
all the same size, their uniformity without a doubt manmade.
    “Do you think he’s
been watching us the whole time?” she asked.
    “I doubt it; the
Black Russian’s a very busy man.”
    “Then, why would he
film us?”
    “Just in case we do
something interesting. He also sells the videos.”
    Andriena’s eyes
widened.  “To who?”
    “Voyeurs.”
    Horrified, she pushed
out of her seat and pointed at the bucket. “Were they filming while I went to
the toilet?”
    “ Da. The
cameras run twenty-four-seven.”
    “ Why? What
sort of people would want to watch that?” Absolutely disgusted, she indicated
to Nikita. “Even the guards look away when I go to the toilet.”
    “Voyeurs should be
the least of your worries.” Sasha breathed out. “And please don’t ask me
questions if you think you won’t like the answers.”
    “If you think I’m
going to get upset, lie or don’t reply,” she spat, still reeling over being
filmed. She found it incomprehensible that someone would want to watch her go
to the toilet. Now, if she was having sex, she could understand people wanting
to see that. She loved porn, was even addicted to it before she’d been
sold, but to watch someone crapping or crawling around like an animal... That
was just fucked up.
    “I can’t always tell
what’ll upset you,” Sasha replied.
    She waved her hand
about. “Well, obviously telling me that people are watching me piss and shit
would upset me.”
    Sasha started
massaging his temples. “It isn’t obvious to me. I have Aspergers. It’s hard for
me to empathize.”
    Andriena stopped
waving her hand about and sat back down at the table, his lack of social skills
now making sense. “I’m sorry,” she said, feeling a bit guilty for going off at
him.
    “You don’t have to
apologize, it’s not like I’m dying.” He dropped his hands and looked across at
her. “Everyone has their issues.”
    “I most certainly do.
I used to be extremely intelligent.”
    He pulled a face, looking
like he didn’t believe her.
    “It’s true. They said
I was a genius when I was twelve.”
    “Don’t make fun of
me! What I told you isn’t a joke.”
    “I’m not joking. When
I was thirteen I almost died in a car crash. I literally had some of my brain
scooped out. That’s why I have memory problems.” She paused for a moment, regret
filling her mind. If she hadn’t accepted a lift home with her friend everything
would’ve been different. For one thing, she knew she wouldn’t be here. Or even
in this part of the world. She’d been offered a scholarship to study in America,
with a promising