Page 138 of Sin & Sapphire

“Stay with me, princess. Who do you belong to?”

I slid my arms behind me and arched my back, lowering my eyes. “You,maître,” I murmured. “The three of you.”

The men behind me let out their breaths in ragged exhales, and I exalted at the power I held over them.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “Crawl to the bedroom.”

I didn’t look over my shoulder to see if they followed, heady with the knowledge that they would, no matter what.

“On the bed,” Angelo ordered. I climbed onto it, then kneeled, facing the headboard, and waited for the next command.

Hot hands captured my wrists and hauled them above my head, cuffing them together and attaching them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The position left me vulnerable, not quite able to rest my ass on my haunches. Instead of twisting around to see the men behind me, I waited, controlling my breathing.

Clothes whispered, belts clacked, shoes thudded against the floor, and my breath caught at the thought of these three dangerous, breathtaking men, naked behind me.

Someone wrapped a blindfold over my eyes, then placed headphones over my ears. Classical music played loudly enough that I couldn’t hear a fucking thing.

Terror shot through me. No. I didn’t want this. I needed to see them, to hear them. My breath sped up until I hyperventilated, and my heart careened out of my chest, erratic and wild. “Please, no,” I begged, thrashing violently against my bonds. “I can’t—I—” I choked back a sob, unable to control my fear.

I flashed back to the yacht, drugged and unable to resist as Grégoire raped me, beat me, and turned me into his whore. I flashed back to my childhood home, my father locking me in a closet as I screamed.

“Pleasepleaseplease, let me see you,” I begged. “I don’t want this. I don’t want it like this.” A sob burst from my chest. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t make them do anything, and even as lips caressed my shoulders, my hips, and my body, promising intense pleasure, I couldn’t stop my fear. “Stop, please.”

The blindfold was ripped off and the headphones knocked off my head.

“Princess?” Valentin asked.

I sobbed with relief as Luca’s face filled my vision. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his cheek against mine. “I’m here, baby. We’re all here.”

Angelo dropped to his knees beside Luca and pressed his cheek to the other side of my face, his beard scraping against my skin.

“Princess,” Valentin rasped from behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong?”

“It reminded me of the boat,” I whispered, ashamed that even when I was enthusiastically consenting to their games, my head was fucked up.

“Ah, princesse, je suis desolé,” he murmured into my hair. “I should have realized. I’m sorry.”

Sorry? What was he sorry for?

“Slaves in a total power exchange don’t always get safe words. Why would you?” he murmured. “But with that comes the responsibility to pay attention and not push you past your limits.”

Luca’s face was unreadable. “A total power exchange?” he asked. “That’s what you meant when you said you owned her?”

His cock twitched against my stomach.

“I want to hate that,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “But the idea of you not being allowed to say no as I overstimulate you for hours is so fucking hot.” My pussy clenched, and I whimpered. “And you like it too, baby, don’t you?”

Angelo’s brow furrowed. “I should want to punish you, angel, for saying no.”

Which meant he didn’t. I didn’t want punishment. I wanted them. I wanted to trust these men so fucking badly, wanted to believe they meant it when they said they’d take care of me, that I’d never want for anything ever again. I needed them to tell me I was their princess, their angel, their baby. I needed them to whisper sweet praise in my ears as I took them. I needed to know that I was more to them than just a toy to fuck.

Angelo leaned forward and kissed me, sweetly, his tenderness taking my breath away. “I don’t want to, though. And I hate that I don’t want to.”

Valentin stroked his hands over my back. Luca kept his hands on my hips and his cheek pressed against mine, grounding me. Angelo watched me, his expression unreadable.

“Sir,” I whispered and bowed my head, praying I wouldn’t regret this, “I’m yours to command.”

My eyes dropped to the tattoo on his stomach, the blonde woman with white wings, and the word inked beneath it—Angel.

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