Page 123 of Sin & Sapphire

“She’s mine, body and soul.” Angelo looked at me. “On your knees, pet.”

What?Hurt cracked my chest open further, making it impossible to breathe, as I careened wildly between Luca’s affection and Angelo’s cruelty.

I’d already given Angeloeverything. Last night, I’d lain in their arms, shivering as the adrenaline wore off, grateful and relieved they’d made it back in one piece. And now this.

“Now.”

Closing my eyes against the tears, I stood, then dropped to my knees beside Angelo. The gentleness of his hand in my hair contrasted with the sharp cruelty of his words.

“Take out my cock.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Luca snapped.

My breath turned unsteady, and my body flushed red with the humiliation of playing out this charade in front of Luca. What would he think of me? He’d always admired my mind, always told me I was so much more than a pretty object for my father to use as a pawn, and now?—

I sobbed once as I shuffled between Angelo’s legs before getting myself back under control.

“Ana—" Luca growled. I looked straight ahead, unseeing, unable to bear the weight of Luca’s disgust.

“She’s mine,” Angelo snarled. “Aren’t you, angel?”

Luca had been the only partner who’d ever respected me, the only one who’d ever seen me for who I was, who didn’t wish for me to be the perfect mafia princess, even when I wasn’t in public. He’d never respect me again.

It didn’t matter. I was AnafuckingCosta. And if the price of helping the families loyal to us was sucking Angelo’s cock in front of my ex, then I could do it. Iwoulddo it.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Ana, you don’t have to do this,” Luca said.

He was wrong. So fucking wrong. If I didn’t, Luca would die today, of that I was absolutely certain.

Wishing my hands weren’t trembling, that my determination was stronger than my humiliation, I unbuckled Angelo’s belt, then freed his cock. It twitched in my hands, and my clit throbbed.

How the fuck could I be turned on at a time like this?

“Up,” Angelo snapped.

What? Was this about Angelo’s jealousy?

“Up!” he repeated when I didn’t move.

I straddled his lap, and he grabbed my hips. My body betrayed me, pleasure tightening in my center as he rolled my pussy over his cock. My nipples hardened against the lace of my bra, and my skin felt tight.

No.I couldn’t like this. I couldn’t be turned on by Angelo’s cruelty, by his possessiveness. He ground me over his cock again, and desire shot through me alongside the humiliation.

I couldn’t see Luca’s face. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to see his affection turn to disgust as Angelo played with me, as Ienthusiasticallyallowed him to play with me.

When Luca lowered himself onto the couch beside us, his expression unreadable, Angelo stilled his movements. His fingers tightened on my hips until they bruised. I whimpered at the pain and closed my eyes against the embarrassment of the answering clench of my pussy.

“She’ll never be yours,” Angelo snarled at Luca while he pushed my panties aside with one hand. I hovered above his cock for a moment and opened my eyes, waiting for Angelo to look at me. When he caught my gaze, I hoped he saw the hurt and betrayal in my expression, and my hatred.Fuck you, you selfish, cruel asshole.

He snapped his hips and buried himself inside me, swift and painful. I whined at the stretch and allowed my hips to follow his as they sank back down, fully impaled on Angelo’s cock. He waited for my body to adjust, holding my gaze, his eyes dark with desire and fury as my pussy clenched around him.

When Luca pinched my chin and turned my gaze to his, forcing me to meet his dark brown eyes, tight with anger, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me, pain and embarrassment swirling into a powerful cocktail of raw desire.

“Is that true, baby? That you’ll never be mine?” His lips tilted up into a sad smile.

Angelo lifted me, then plunged me down on his cock. Luca held my gaze. My lips parted on a wanton sigh. Angelo filled me so fucking good, even as I hated him for doing this in front of Luca.

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