Page 103 of Sin & Sapphire

“Who do you belong to, toy?” Valentin asked, his breath hot against my ear.

I shook my head, refusing to give in, as Angelo explored me with his mouth, licking and nibbling and?—

Ohmyfuckinggoooooodddddddddddddd. I whined, thought leaving my head as he devoured me, each electrifying lick turning me into a needy, whiney mess.

“Not you,” I gasped, holding onto a thread of sanity.

The vibrator began to buzz rhythmically. Angelo slid a finger inside me and pressure built in my core.

When Valentin hit my back with the flogger—a thudding, aching thump, I screamed, ready to plunge over the edge of my climax.

Only for Angelo to push me up off his face, stopping me from tumbling over the cliff.

“What? No!” I protested. “Fucking please! Please don’t stop!”

“Who do you belong to, slut?”

Nononononono.I couldn’t. I couldn’t give them this. I couldn’t admit how blissful I found submission, that getting out of my head for even a few moments gave me the courage and the strength to keep fighting them for my freedom.

“You’re ours, angel, and we’re going to wreck you for anyone else,” Angelo muttered against the inside of my thigh.

I moaned in response. I wasn’t anyone’s.

“We’re going to ruin you so you never think of another man. You’re fucking ours.”

“Now say it,” Valentin commanded in my ear. He nipped my earlobe, then kissed down my neck, the sweetness of his touch contrasting with the fiery pain where his bare skin rubbed against mine.

“Never,” I responded.

He just laughed and slapped my breasts, sending the weights attached to my nipples swinging. I moaned my anguish.

Angelo slid one finger inside of me, and then two, fucking me roughly while he lapped at my clit with the flat of his tongue.

Warm liquid dripped down my ass, and then Valentin pushed a finger against that back forbidden hole. “No, please,” I gasped. “Don’t.”

If we fucked, I was a goner. And letting them obliterate me with pain and pleasure together? They promised they would ruin me, and I believed them.

“Hush, sweet princess,” Valentin responded. “You don’t get to say no to us.”

He slid one finger in, the gentleness contrasting with the rough speed of Angelo’s movements. Full—so fucking full, overwhelmed with sensation, and then I was falling.

Angelo pulled away again, yanking me back from my pending climax.

“What the fuck?”

“Who do you belong to, angel?”

A rough sob escaped me. All I did was cry these days, but these two men pulled so much emotion out of me, so much need, I couldn’t stop. If I gave them this, gave them myself, I wouldn’t be able to hold anything back. I’d slowly lose myself to my submission until there wasn’t any Ana left.

I had to resist.

“No,” I moaned.

Valentin pushed another finger into my ass, stretching me, scissoring them, and it fucking hurt. And I loved it.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well.”

I wasn’t doing well at all. I was agonized and tense, a mess of desperation and pain, coiled tight and unable to explode and relieve the pressure because these fuckers kept edging me.

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