Page 97 of Sin & Sapphire

She must.

I ripped the paper off the disposable chopsticks provided by the restaurant and pinched a piece of broccoli. Ana opened her lips and waited for me to feed her, soft and docile.

My angel, allowing me to feed her, dress her, control her every movement, take care of her in every way, so she’d never have to worry about anything ever again—fuckingbliss. And Valentin, with a partner that loved pain as much as he loved inflicting it—a partner he could show his love to openly, instead of hiding it behind impossibly high walls.

This is what I wanted.

Valentin watched us, his face unreadable. We ate in silence, outside of my soft praise for the goddess in my lap, who allowed me to feed her, bite by bite, softening as I cared for her.

Ana was pliant in my arms, a far cry from the stubborn, determined woman who’d led Valentin and I on such a merry chase for the last several weeks. I found myself looking for flashes of defiance, for the brilliance of her personality to shine though. I needn’t have worried.

“No, thank you,” Ana shook her head when I offered her another bite. She’d hardly eaten. “No, thank you,sir,” she corrected herself, her eyes flashing up to mine with a hint of trepidation.

“You don’t get to make decisions anymore, Ana,” I murmured. She hadn’t understood the deal. “You finish eating when I say you’re finished eating.”

“Sir, I’m full,” she said, nuzzling her cheek against mine, showing she wasn’t trying to defy me. It didn’t matter—sweet defiance was still defiance. And she’d barely eaten anything.

I straightened in my chair and pinched her chin, so she had to look into my eyes. “Pet, what’s this really about?”

“I—” she flushed, unable to turn her face away from me.

“First rule, toy,” Valentin rumbled and reached round to brutally pinch a nipple through the silk of her gown.

Ana whimpered in pain, but didn’t move.

“Answer the fucking question,” he growled.

I cupped her cheek, stroking her face. “What’s wrong, angel?”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if she could hide herself if she didn’t see me. “I don’t want to gain weight. I haven’t been able to do much more than simple stretches since you shipped me off to Grégoire, and I’m starting to feel—” She stopped and bit her lip. “I feel fat,” she let out in a rush, her cheeks flaming red.

Ana feltfat.

My gorgeous angel, with her perfect hips and tits just the right size to hold in my large hands, thought she wasfat. I cursed my brother and his insistence on raising his daughter to be a perfect mafia princess—charming, brilliant and fucking gorgeous, whether she had to starve herself to maintain her figure or not.

“Wrong, slut. I decide what and how much you eat, I decide when you exercise, and I decide how I want your body to look.”

She stiffened. “No, that’s not fair.”

“Get on your fucking knees,” I snapped.

Valentin smirked, but didn’t say a word.

“What?” Ana gasped. She still hadn’t figured it out.

“Now,” I snapped, “before I unleash Valentin on you.”

She slid off my lap and looked around wildly, trying to decide where to kneel, how she could placate me. Ana walked around me and dropped to her knees between Valentin and I, her head bowed, her entire body trembling.

“This body is mine,” I snarled. “Your hips are mine. Your tits are mine. Your soaking cunt is mine. Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do withmybody. Your only job is to be my slut. You obey me, you make yourself available to me, and you treat my body with the care it fucking deserves.”

Her eyes snapped to mine, a sheen of tears glazing over the gorgeous green.

“I—”

“You’remyslut, Ana. You will think only of what pleases me and forget about pleasing anyone else. And your body will fucking please me when you’ve eaten enough calories to withstand the workout Valentin and I intend to give you tonight. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

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