Page 137 of Sin & Sapphire

“Don’t apologize for asking what you need,” I snapped. “Not from me.”

Angelo laughed. “This is going to be fun.” He reached over and gently disengaged my fingers from Valentin’s wrist, then did the same for Ana’s from me.

“Toy,” Valentin said, his voice full of lazy affection, like a predator stalking beloved prey, “what are the three rules?”

She lifted her head from where it lolled against my shoulder. “Perfect obedience. Speak only when spoken to. My orgasms are yours,maître.”

“That’s right, angel,” Angelo said, looking at me thoughtfully. “Tonight, Russo owns your orgasms too, but the other rules still apply.”

He slid his hand up her thigh and she writhed on my lap.

“You can play, Russo, but only by our rules.”

Ana writhed in my lap, moving her hips rhythmically as Angelo played with her under her dress. “Is that what you want, Ana?”

“Yes, Luca, please!”

Valentin slapped her breast again, and she exploded on my lap, her entire body tensing up and then melting back against me as she came. Angelo worked her through her climax, extending her pleasure until she was a boneless mess, supported only by my arm around her waist.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmured. “Submitting so perfectly to us, letting us play with your body like it belongs to us.”

“Because itdoesbelong to us,” Valentin said, amused. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

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ANA

Silence explodedthrough the room as they waited for my answer.

Wonder thrummed in my veins. Valentin had asked for my submission, rather than demand it. They wanted me to want it. Even Luca.

And Santa Maria, I did want it.

Valentin’s lips turned up in a smile, gentler than I’d ever seen him before.

If I submitted today, to these three men, they’d ruin me.

“Come here,” Valentin said, splaying his legs out wide so I could stand between them. I waited for his next command. He reached up to cup my cheek and searched my eyes.

The tenderness in his touch brought hot tears that threatened to spill over.

“Tell us who you belong to, princess,” he said. I brought my hand to his, and he stopped moving, waiting for me to agree, waiting for me to cede control.

He tugged on the long ties of my dress, loosening the knot until the wrap fell open, revealing my bare front to him. His sharp intake of breath gratified me.

“Ana?” he rasped.

“Maître,” I answered, sinking to my knees and letting my dress drop off my shoulders, shoving down my panic at what my voluntary submission meant, at what Luca thought of me after dragging him into our fucked-up relationship.

Instead of drawing me closer so I could suck his cock, he took a lock of my blonde hair between his fingers and rubbed it, pausing to stare at the flaxen strands.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said softly. “So strong. So goddamned smart. No matter what’s going through your head right now, I want you to know how fucking proud I am of you. You deserve more than any of us could ever give you.”

My eyes jerked to his. How did he always know exactly what I needed?

Valentin sighed and let me see the longing in his eyes, the desire, and his respect for me. No. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t?—

Pain arced across my nipples, drawing me back into the present. He’d flicked me with that fucking whip he kept in his pocket.

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