Page 124 of Sin & Sapphire

Luca smiled, but the expression didn’t meet his eyes. He brushed his lips over mine, and when I didn’t protest, didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and licking at the seam of my lips until I opened my mouth for him.

His kiss was punishing, brutal, claiming, nothing like the sweet kisses we’d shared when we were sneaking around and fucking behind our families’ backs. His teeth clashed against mine, then nipped at my bottom lip until he drew blood. I moaned, wanting more of this new Luca who cared enough to claim me, who’d fight for me.

Angelo wrenched me back toward him, then licked the blood on my lip with savage glee. He fucked me roughly, each snap of his hips a brutal reminder of his ownership, of the power I’d willingly ceded to him in exchange for my safety.

“She’s mine,” Angelo growled. “And if you touch her again, I’m going to murder you while I fuck her.”

Luca scoffed and cupped my breast through my dress, thumbing the nipple until it hardened to a peak under my bra. Lust shot through me, intensifying my need, and I rose up, riding Angelo.

Angelo took one hand off my hips, and in one smooth movement, pulled his gun out of his shoulder holster and threaded his arm around Luca’s neck leaving the barrel pressed up against the underside of Luca’s chin. “Take your hands off my pet.”

“No,” Luca snapped, running his hand down my stomach and over my thighs before his fingers traced up my dress. He slipped his hand inside my panties and fingered my clit. “Ana wants me, and she’s the only person in this room, in this entire fucking universe, who has the power to tell me no.” He turned his face toward mine and nuzzled our cheeks together. “And you’re not going to tell me no, are you, baby?”

Words evaded me. Thought left me. Angelo was fucking me hard, threatening Luca, all while Luca traced slow circles around my clit, the way he knew I liked it, playing my body.

Why was he participating in this travesty? Why was he letting Angelo fuck me in front of him? Why wasn’t he?—?

“Come on, be a good girl for me,” Luca murmured. “You can do this.”

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. It was too much. Too much sensation, too much possession, too much conflict. Luca had been my safe harbor in the storm of my violent, miserable life, and I wasn’t prepared for how much I liked his soft domination.

“You can, I promise.” Luca pinched my clit, hard, and I detonated, sobbing his name into Angelo’s shoulder as I came hard. Angelo didn’t slow his movements, and to my shock, neither did Luca. He continued to tap my clit, building the pressure in my core once again.

“No, I can’t,” I gasped, senseless with pleasure and embarrassment and confusion and need. I had to—I needed to—Fuck!

“Sir, please,” I begged.

“Please what, slut?” Angelo snapped as he fucked up into me, never moving the gun from Luca’s throat.

Luca yanked my hair, dragging my mouth back to his as he fingered my clit, and I whined at the danger and my terror that Angelo’s finger would twitch and kill us both. Luca’s lips were soft, and his tongue explored my mouth, laying claim to his territory, just as Angelo did to my pussy.

“Luca,” I whispered.

“I’m here, baby. Tell us what you need.”

I wrenched my face away from his to cup Angelo’s cheeks in my hands. Luca’s finger skimmed my clit again, and I whimpered into Angelo’s jaw.

“Please, sir,” I begged. “Don’t hurt him. Please. I couldn’t bear it.Please.”

Angelo’s eyes widened a fraction. He thrust his hips up, and my pussy clenched around his cock, desperate and needy.

“Tell me what you are, slut.”

“A slut. A filthy, dirty, needy slut.”

“Tell me how much you love this.”

“I’m a needy whore who loves what you do to me, sir,” I moaned as need spiraled through me.

“That’s right,” he said. “Tell me what you need. Tell me how badly you want your daddy’s cock right now.

“Sir—daddy—please,” I gasped. “I need your cock. Please!”

“That’s right,” he snarled and fucked me harder. I rode him with my hands on his shoulders, throwing my head back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luca take his cock out, stroking it up and down, and I moaned, remembering how that fucking ring at the tip felt as it brushed against my g-spot.

“Daddy,” I cried as I climaxed. Angelo fucked me through the aftershocks until his rhythm turned ragged and he came inside me. Before I could collapse onto Angelo, Luca grabbed my hips and yanked me to his lap, heedless of the gun Angelo held to his head.

“You’re so wet,” Luca murmured as he slid his fingers through my folds. “So full of his cum. Such a perfect slut, needing both of us to take care of you.” His eyes slid to Angelo’s. “Allthreeof us.”

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