Page 185 of Sin & Sapphire

Valentin’s smile was so fucking big, it was like the fucking sun coming out. “We’re going to be parents.” He brushed his lips over mine. “You’re going to be an incredible mother.” He thrust his hips up, grinding my clit against his pelvis until I writhed with need. “Such a beautiful, perfect, slut,” he said as I whimpered.

He reached between us to pinch my clit hard, a wry smile on his lips, and then the world turned white as an earth-shattering climax exploded through me.

“That’s it, princess, squeeze my cock like you own it.”

“Because I do,” I breathed as I came down from the high.

“Fuck yes, you do.”

70

LUCA

Ana groaned from the bathroom.All I could see was the drape of her robe as Angelo held the spun sunshine of her hair out of her way.

“Fucking assholes, fucking taking out my IUD and knocking me up,” she muttered as she stood.

Valentin stood, quick as the whip he snatched off the bedside table, before stopping on a dime as Angelo turned around to glare at him.

“Ah bon,” he said, amusement lightening the cruelty in his tone. “Is that how it is?”

I rolled out of bed and stretched, wrapping my arm around Valentin’s bare waist, as much a sign of affection as a way to hold him back. “She can say whatever she wants when the kid we put inside her is making her puke her guts out.”

“Is that so?” Valentin purred.

“That’s fucking so, you asshole,” Ana snarled as she shoved herself upward, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Even with tears streaming down her face from the morning sickness she was gorgeous—spun silk compared to our roughhewn weaves.

Valentin grinned and stepped toward her. She turned her face away when he bent down to press his lips onto her forehead. “Brush your teeth, princess, then come beg my forgiveness for calling me an asshole.”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and then her face turned green and she dropped down to her knees again. Valentin knelt beside her, stroking her back, murmuring praise into her ear as she heaved.

“I fucking hate you,” she muttered.

He just hummed and continued to rub the small of her back, encouraging her as she emptied her stomach.

I shoved away from the bathroom and threw on some pants. She’d be downstairs and ravenous for fresh fruit with her morning coffee in a few minutes.

Angelo joined me in the kitchen, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You all right?” I asked him as I made our individual coffee orders with the fancy machine Valentin upgraded to because it made Ana smile.

“Do you think the thirst for violence is hereditary? And the psychopathy?”

Oh.

I turned to face a man who’d made his reputation by murdering his father’s enemies as violently as possible.

“You’re not a psychopath,” I said firmly. “You love too deeply for that.”

He shook his head. “Only here, in this apartment, with you all. When I’m out and on my own, the thirst never stops.”

“But you stopped for her,” I protested, resuming my careful pulls of espresso.

“I did,” he agreed. “She’s good for me.”

“This relationship isn’t about her being good for any of us,” I snapped.

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