Page 117 of Sin & Sapphire

Angelo continued to trace his fingers over the silk of my panties, idle patterns that made me want to spread my thighs apart and beg him to touch my clit, to fuck me with his fingers and do something to relieve the slow aching burn he was creating in my center.

“We’re in public,” I breathed. “In a bar in the middle of Costa territory. Angelo, everyone can fucking see!”

He slapped my thigh, and I bit my tongue rather than yelp with the pain. “Have I ever given you permission to call me by my name?”

I turned my head to stare at him, grateful to be positioned between him and the wall, terrified that anyone at the bar could see my face and guess what was going on. I’d called him by his name plenty of times before.

He raised an eyebrow. Holy shit, we wereplaying. This was ascene.

“Sorry, sir,” I breathed as I melted into my seat.

He slid his hand through the edge of my underwear and stroked a finger through my folds. “You’re fucking soaked.”

I whimpered then squeezed Valentin’s hand, trying to keep my face blank as Angelo teased me. The butterfly strokes of his finger against my newly smooth skin drove me wild, brushing up and down my slit, teasing me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus, couldn’t think about the fact that Enzo Accardi was supposed to show up any minute. My nipples were hard, my skin was too tight, and my face was flushed from the illicit arousal.

Valentin held my hand tight as Angelo intensified his exploration, running his fingers up and down my slit before delving into my folds. I couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. Angelo’s self-satisfied smirk only fueled the fire—he was so fucking arrogant and so fucking gorgeous and it did something to me when I handed him control.

I wanted to hate it.

Ishould havehated it.

Instead, I surrendered. I parted my thighs and wrapped my spare hand around Angelo’s neck, dragging his lips down for a deep, drugging kiss. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark and hooded, and his lips were as swollen and bruised as mine felt.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he murmured, and flicked my clit.

“Fucking—please,” I whimpered against his mouth.

Angelo’s wicked grin sent butterflies rushing through my insides. “So pretty and put together, a perfect mafia princess, but I know you’re nothing but a needy slut.”

“A desperate one,” I answered, trapping his hand between my thighs and trying to ride it.

“Say it, princess,” Valentin said, stroking his fingers over my knuckles, as if I weren’t pretending I wasn’t a wet, needy mess underneath the table. “Tell us what you are.”

“A slut,” I whispered, my face flaming with embarrassment even as I soaked my panties with desire.

“What kind of slut?”

“A filthy, needy one, who needs her daddy to make her come,” I whined, then flushed bright red at the words that had escaped my mouth.

“Daddy,” Angelo murmured in my ear. “Fuck, angel, that’s so hot.”

Valentin’s lips tilted up into a smile. “You can call him daddy instead of sir, if you want.”

Fucked up, Ana.Angelo slipped a finger inside of me, distracting me from spiraling over my daddy issues. I clutched at him, my lips against his jaw, desperately holding in my noises.

“I should make you get on your knees under the table and suck me off,” Angelo said. To my humiliation, my pussy clenched around him as I imagined myself taking his cock in my mouth as the bar looked on. “Oh fuck, you like that,” he breathed. “Our dirty little girl has a daddy kink,andshe’s an exhibitionist.”

He positioned his hand so I could grind my clit into his palm as he pumped a finger in and out of me, and I twitched and jerked until I fell apart in his arms, melting into a puddle against his chest.

Had I really called Angelo daddy? And let him make me come in public? I hid my face in his suit jacket, my pussy still twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Valentin tugged on my hand. “Look at me, princess.”

Embarrassed, I shook my head.

He tugged again. “Toy, first rule.”

Right. Perfect obedience. My cheeks flamed hot, and I was ready to cry with anger at myself for letting that happen. But when I looked into Valentin’s eyes, I found softness rather than cruelty.

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