Page 109 of Sin & Sapphire

Humiliation shot through me, followed by anger. I’d have to ask my owners to allow me to take care of my personal grooming, while I was enjoying my new freedoms.

The bra lifted my breasts, displaying them like dessert. And the leather harness I slipped on over the delicate lingerie? Fucking chef’s kiss. I looked like a badass.

“Angelo,” I said, hating myself and my self-destructive instincts, but unable to stop. He didn’t answer.

I poked my head out of the changing room, only to find him still buried in his phone.

A miasma of confusion swirled in my gut. I shoved his defense of me aside to deal with later. Right now, I wanted his attention, and I wasn’t getting it.

When I dropped to my knees in front of him, he set aside his phone, his face completely blank.

I kissed his ankle, then worked my way up his left leg.

“Angel,” he rasped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I stopped, hurt rattling around in my chest. Did he not want me?

I slid my hands up his powerful thighs, admiring the hard muscles beneath my hands, before continuing to his belt. In moments, I’d freed his cock where it bobbed in front of me, angry and hard and already leaking precum.

“Pet,” Angelo snapped. I looked at him with wide eyes, praying I wasn’t overstepping, that this was the key to his attention, that he wanted this.

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, swearing softly in Italian. “Fucking Valentin would know what to do,” he muttered so quietly I was sure I wasn’t supposed to hear it.

He cupped my face, and I pressed my cheek into the palm of his hand, embarrassingly desperate for his approval.

“What are you doing, angel?”

Did he not see? Did he not know?

“Thank you,” I said, simply, then took the crown of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard.

He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, holding me gently. “Youarea slut, Ana Costa.”

I took him deep into my throat.

“My slut. Valentin’s slut. And nobody fucking disrespects what’s ours.”

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ANGELO

When my angellocked her lips around my cock, every other thought fled my brain. Fuck locking down my territory. Fuck anything and everything but the fact that the woman I’d obsessed over for the last decade was on her knees in front of me, sucking me down like her life depended on it.

Her silky hair slipped through my fingers, and I held myself back from grabbing her skull and fucking her hoarse. This was a goddamned gift.

My woman.

Sucking my cock because she wanted to.

Thank you, she’d said, and I felt ten thousand feet tall.

Nobody fucked with what was mine, and if I had to rain hell down on Yorkfield to make them understand that Ana belonged to me, then that’s exactly what I’d do.

She was mine. And I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers. Not again.

She took me deeper, and I stopped worrying about the future, the tight suction of her throat as she swallowed around me, sucking my soul out through my cock.

“Angel,” I rasped. “Fuck, woman.”

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