Page 180 of Sin & Sapphire

Angelo’s eyes lit with unholy glee, and he stood to strip, shedding clothes and revealing the powerful body they hid—colorful tattoos, the sharp vee of his pelvis, and the shape of an angel that I loved so much.

“Are you sure, angel?”

I raised an eyebrow and tried to convey what a stupid question that was. “I know what I want.”

He slid between my knees, kneeling before me. “And what about what I want?”

“Did you like that? Ceding control to me?” I asked curiously, reaching to trace the hard ridges of his muscles with my fingertips.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and then kneading it, driving me wild with desire.

“Angel, I’ll do anything you want if it means I can have you,” he said against my skin before lashing me with his tongue. “But you and I both know that you don’t want to be in control.”

I moved a strand of hair out of his eyes, meeting his steady grey gaze with my own, but unwilling to admit that he was right. Not yet.

Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he shoved into me in a single swift motion, filling me abruptly at the same time he stood and reversed our positions, sitting on the bed so I could straddle him. I whined at the fullness, at the pain that quickly morphed into pleasure when he rubbed my clit with his talented fingers.

“Yes, oh my god, yes,” I whined.

“My name is daddy, sweet angel, not god,” Angelo teased me as he fucked me, sure and steady, driving his fat cock into my pussy like he owned it.

Because he did.

“Just keep fucking me like that, and I’ll call you anything you want,” I promised.

“Oh, you think you’re still in charge?” he asked, adjusting our positions.

I moaned at the angle that allowed him to drive deeper into me, hitting that magic spot. “I’ve owned you since I was sixteen,” I gasped.

“Sì, tesoro,” he agreed. “And you’ll own me until the day I die.” He slowed down his rhythm and dropped my leg so he could lay on top of me. The sting in my back served as a reminder that I was alive, that I’d survived the worst humanity had to offer, and I’d fuckingwon. And my prize, a life with the men I loved, was so close I could taste it.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him to me, as he stroked his fingers through my hair and down my cheeks.

“You fucking better,” I told him.

Angelo’s smile was slow and sweet as he drove me higher and higher with his steady thrusts, refusing to be hurried. Pleasure rose in my center, a tidal wave of bliss and happiness mixing together.

“Look at me, Ana,” Angelo growled as an inexorable wave of euphoria crested through me. “I’m yours. You’re fucking mine,” he said. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go.” His hips stuttered as he plunged into me, painting my insides with his release. “Mine,” he growled a final time before wrapping his arms around me and collapsing on his side, dragging me against him with one leg thrown over my hip.

I could let him guess what I wanted and let him take charge, make the decision for me. Or I could be clear about what I needed.

“Stay with me tonight,” I said.

Angelo tugged me nearer, as if it were possible for our bodies to be closer, and nestled my head on his bicep.

“How about always?”

I closed my eyes and snuggled closer, refusing to give him the answer he wanted.

I needed more than just Luca and Angelo. I had to convince Valentin too.

69

ANA

Angelo carefully washed my hair.He carefully fed me. And he carefully tucked me into bed at night, trading off with Luca, and leaving Valentin quietly seething.

Coffee would wait for me downstairs, along with my favorite pastries and a vegetable-filled omelet. Luca would carefully arrange me on the bench they’d set up for me along with a workspace in the living room. He’d whisper how much he loved me, and show me with sweetness and care, but never with the rough, punishing handling I craved from my men.

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