Page 105 of Sin & Sapphire

“Oh no, sweetness, don’t you dare.” Valentin squeezed my ass, painfully digging his fingers into the stripes he’d left on me earlier, and dragged me back down to earth, where I had to face the shattering pleasure of their possession. “Stay with us, princess.”

He ran his thumbs over my nipples, then removed the clamps with unexpected gentleness. I howled with pain as blood rushed back into them, only for Angelo to take one into his mouth and soothe it with his tongue.

Valentin shoved us forward, until Angelo leaned against the headboard, and I tilted onto his chest, then began a slow and steady rhythm, pumping in and out of me as I squirmed on Angelo’s lap. My thighs shook with the effort of holding myself still.

“Mine,” Angelo growled into my breast, before snapping his hips up in perfect time with Valentin, never leaving me empty, pushing and pulling me between them as they fucked me. With each thrust, Angelo’s piercing scraped against a spot inside of me that made my vision fade to static.

“Yours,” I gasped as we moved inexorably toward my climax. I gave up any pretense of free will, allowing them to use me, reveling in my submission, the fact that it didn’t matter what I wanted, what I did. These two men would take everything, every fucking time.

“Ours,” Valentin muttered into my shoulder, his hands on my hips, driving me back and forth between them until I couldn’t tell where I ended, and they began.

“Ours,” Angelo affirmed. They sped up, turning rough as they pumped into me, using me, claiming me.

Higher and higher I soared, an anguished tangle of emotion and desire, until the tension in my core exploded, a supernova bursting outward through my limbs, as I shattered into a million pieces, screaming their honorifics in a prayer-like chant as I collapsed.

Angelo followed me, shouting, “Angel!” as he filled me with his seed, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against him as he fucked me through the aftershocks.

When Valentin came, I could feel him painting my insides with his release. He collapsed on top of me, his weight comforting as he and Angelo ran their hands up and down my body, whispering sweet praise in three languages, telling me what a good girl I was for them, how beautiful I was, how perfect, how I was theirs and they would take care of me.

Boneless with delicious lassitude and too blissed out to protest, to lie and tell them I hadn’t meant it, that I hated their ownership, that my submission was a front, I closed my eyes and dropped my head onto Angelo’s shoulder.

For once, my mind was still—empty and peaceful.

And happy.

40

ANA

Freshly showered,dressed in slacks and a blouse that had miraculously appeared in the bathroom while I washed, I bounced with excitement as I waited on my knees in front of Angelo and Valentin.

I’d woken up between them, their limbs sprawled over mine, holding me captive even in their sleep, and instead of fighting for my freedom, I’d nuzzled into Angelo’s chest and dragged Valentin’s thigh over my hip, luxuriating in their protective hold.

Part of me shuddered in horror at my childlike excitement that my two older male captors were going to take me out and buy me shit, like fucked up sugar daddies. I shoved the queasiness down into the dank pit of my soul beside my dismay at how easily I’d submitted the night before, and how contentedly I’d lain in their arms this morning.

No, I had to focus on my thrill at fresh air, fresh conversations, and a view that wasn’t the inside of their apartment—and without having to plan a complex escape to get it.

My captors—no, myowners—wore suits that emphasized their broad shoulders and thick muscles. When viewed uncritically, they were gorgeous. Valentin’s crisp white shirt contrasted with his deep ochre skin, and when a smile stretched over his sharp cheekbones, I could see why men and women fell to his feet. Tattoos covered every exposed bit of Angelo’s skin, including his hands and his neck, right up to the salt-and-pepper beard that haunted my dreams, the feel of the coarse hair scraping against the insides of my thighs.

I shifted, trying to relieve the ache in my center as I watched the two men. I wanted them. They wanted me. And I could use that against them. I had to.

If only I could keep my goddamned mouth under control.

“Up,” Valentin commanded, and I scrambled to my feet. He frowned. “We’ll have to teach you to move more gracefully.”

Annoyance shot through me.Fuck him.

I dropped to my knees again, and this time, held out my hand for his. Laughing softly, he gave it to me, and I rose to my feet, a perfect picture of grace and composure, my heart slowing with relief at the smile on Valentin’s face. He could have punished me, and he didn’t.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, and opened the door to the apartment.

“Wait, please,” I said, hastily adding, “maître, sir,” when I realized I’d forgotten. I couldn’t conceive of what our fucked-up relationship might look like out in public. What did it mean to be their toy when we were outside? “What are the rules?”

“When we’re in public?” Valentin asked. I nodded, my heart pounding. So many risks this morning, speaking out of turn, asking for things. I couldn’t bear for them to take away this taste of freedom because I didn’t know what I was and wasn’t allowed to do.

He tilted my chin up to his with one finger, then cupped my cheek. I nuzzled into the palm of his hand, and his hard eyes softened.

“What are the three rules?”

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