Page 110 of Sin & Sapphire

Ana hummed and I fought not to come right then and there, to prolong this pleasure as long as I could. I hated every man who’d come before me, who’d taught this gorgeous, stubborn creature, to suck cock like she was today.

Except today, it felt different. I’d forced my cock down her throat a dozen times over the last few weeks, and it’d never been like this.

Pleasure coiled in my spine, taking away my ability to think and the edge of violence that danced in my veins, leaving only raw need in its wake. I moaned, and I swear the little minx smiled. She took me deep again, and I couldn’t hold back for a moment longer. Pleasure exploded outward, white static overcoming my vision as I exploded, pumping my release down her throat as she licked and sucked, draining every drop and swallowing it.

When I finally stopped fucking her mouth, I collapsed back into the couch, only to be brought up short by the soft pride on Ana’s face as she gently lapped me clean.

The noise in my head was gone. The never-ending urge to kill, to maim, toconquer, replaced by?—

Silence.

I wrapped my fingers around her long hair and dragged her into my lap to straddle me, heedless of the mess she’d leave, and yanked her mouth to mine, crashing our lips together.

“Mine,” I growled, only half-conscious of my words as I devoured her, sliding my tongue along hers and claiming every corner of her mouth, reveling in the taste of my release.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Ana was mine, whether she liked it or not. And I didn’t intend to let her go.

I adjusted her, bringing her hot, sweet cunt back to my cock.

She sighed against my mouth, and I pulled back, holding her gaze. She searched my eyes, then ran her hands down my chest, looking away and flushing, as if embarrassed at what she’d done. I took a moment to admire the pretty picture she made, the lace, leather, and silk emphasizing her curves, before drawing her lips to mine for a sweet kiss. They parted, and I resisted the temptation to deepen the kiss, instead, bringing her down gently.

“This isn’t terribly practical,” I teased as I traced my fingers over the harness that crossed her back. “It’s stunning, though.”

She hummed and laid her cheek on my shoulder, and I kept stroking her back. This was everything I’d ever wanted.Shewas everything I’d ever wanted—everythingwe’dever wanted, the missing piece to the puzzle that made up Valentin and me.

I slid one hand between her thighs from behind, eliciting the cutest fucking gasp when I traced her slit through the silk of her thong.

“Sir,” she breathed against my neck. “What are—” She moaned when I pushed the silk aside so I could play with her clit. “Sir, please!”

The door opened, and that fucking woman exclaimed, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

My gun was in my hand and aimed at the woman before I could even think. She dropped the bundle of clothes and stared at me with wide eyes.

Ana sat up, still straddling me. I let the feel of her cunt sliding over my cock distract me for a moment, the sight of her gorgeous tits jiggling right in front of my face, begging for me to lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth and suck.

She leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around mine on the stock of the gun.

“Chloe, you fucking idiot,” she said softly, her face sympathetic rather than furious.

When Ana tugged the gun out of my hand, I let her. Her eyes flicked to me in shock for a second, before focusing back on the young woman in front of us.

Ana clicked the safety on, then set the gun on the glass table in front of us. She walked over to the girl and pinched her chin, forcing her to look Ana in the eyes. I tore my gaze away from Ana’s perfect curves, the way her garter strap bisected the cheeks of her ass, to watch the scene before me.

“You are so fucking lucky, Chloe, that you have choices.”

Chloe didn’t say a word, just stared mutinously at the woman who’d saved her life. Again.

“One day, you might not. And I hope you remember this day, when a man would have murdered you, and a woman saved your life.”

Chimes rang out softly. Someone else had entered the boutique.

“Ana,” I warned, reaching for my gun and thumbing the safety off.

A blonde woman burst through the door—Sofia Russo, no, Oscuro, whose husband shot my brother. One of herthreehusbands had shot my brother.

Ana glared at me over her shoulder. “Don’t you fucking dare shoot my best friend, Angelo!”

“Ana!” Sofia embraced her, tugging her away from Chloe. I snatched a silk robe from the pile of clothes on the floor and draped it over my woman, sliding it up over her arms and hiding her delectable skin from our newly arrived audience.

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