Page 153 of Sin & Sapphire

Crack!I screamed when the whip cut through my skin again.

Crack!“So fucking pretty with blood running down the backs of your thighs.”

Crack!

My mind wandered to my time with my men, curled up in their arms, a rare moment of peace as they stroked my face, bringing me down from a powerful orgasm. Valentin rubbed cream into my bruises, whispering soft praise against my skin, and Angelo nuzzled my neck, inhaling my scent like an addict.

The memory strengthened my resolve. I was Ana fucking Costa, and I’d lived through a lifetime’s worth of abuse. A week more to save the families of the men I loved?

Worth it.

Rough fingers smeared through the blood on my legs, digging into the wounds, making me whimper with the pain and bringing me back to the present. My arms shook, barely holding my weight with the shock.

Boris’s belt clinked and my knees weakened. My entire body sagged as terror overcame me. A moment later, he dragged his hands from the backs of my knees and up my ass, cupping it and rubbing his thumbs over the full cheeks, not yet scarred by the whip.

He hummed, then I heard the sound of him fisting his cock behind me, the rhythmic back and forth as he fucked his hand. I gagged.

“Don’t you puke, you bitch,” he snarled, and I froze, my entire being concentrated on not moving a hair while he masturbated behind me.

The sounds of his fist around his cock, lubricated with my blood, made me retch again, and I collapsed, my arms unused to holding this position for such a long time.

The moment my face dipped toward the mattress, he whipped my ass—not with the whip, maybe his belt?—drawing a shriek of surprise out of me.

But the sharp new pain was enough to bring me back to the present, and I held my position, limbs trembling, sweat dripping down my face, my tits hanging, until warm liquid spurted onto my ass, dribbling into the crack and down my pussy as he painted his release over me in a humiliating victory.

The moment his shuddering breath evened out, my arms collapsed, and my knees hit the floor, bruising instantly. I scrambled back up, lifting my thighs off my calves when the agony from my whipping scoured through me.

“I’ll let your sloppiness go this time,” he said. “But next time, you’ll clean me up afterward.” No longer able to contain my nausea, I vomited onto the mattress.

Boris chuckled, then slapped me on the ass and left so abruptly, I felt the breeze from his passage. The moment the door shut, I wheezed in a deep breath, then wailed my pain, uncaring that he was likely watching through cameras, uncaring that his men would hear, uncaring of anything but the deep agony at my loneliness.

Carefully, I arranged my limbs on the concrete floor, resting my arms and my face on the mattress as I tried to find a position that didn’t leave me screaming in pain.

There wasn’t one.

Time stood still as I lay there, sobbing, my heart broken, despairing, reminding myself that it was worth it.

Even if they never forgave me.

Even if I had to go through with this.

Even if this pain awaited me every day for the rest of my short life.

Saving Nonno and Valentin’s mother was worth it.

It had to be.

56

LUCA

“Where the fuck is she?”I slammed Enzo against the wall, my worry for my future wife overcoming my ability to have a rational conversation.

The woman I intended to spend the rest of my life with had walked out the door while I slept, and she hadn’t come back.

“If you’d let me the fuck go, I could fucking tell you,” he snarled back at me.

“Why doesn’t she have her phone?” I pointed my finger at the tracking app. “Whose apartment is this? Where the fuck is mywife?”

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