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“Now get back on my lap and eat your fucking dinner.”

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VALENTIN

For the firsttime in my life, I was jealous. Angelo and I had never pretended to be monogamous—we were partners because we loved each other, no matter that we couldn’t fully satisfy each other’s sexual needs. But watching Ana sit on his lap, accepting his control over her body and trusting him to feed her?

Every moment she submitted was another crack in Angelo’s armor, letting in peace where only pain dared before.

Angelo’s eyes slid over to me as he fed our toy, gauging my interest. His fingers curled around her waist, as if he could see the grim direction of my thoughts.

Tomorrow, she’d be back to her usual antics. She’d been so fucking right about the Costas’ obligations to their people, and we’d been too wrapped up in our new toy to take advantage of her skills and connections. And Ana would tug on that thread until she unraveled us entirely. Or until I cut it.

“That’s my perfect little slut,” Angelo said, leaning hard on the degradation. “Opening those perfect lips I can’t wait to see wrapped around Valentin’s cock after we eat.”

Ana shifted in his lap, clenching her thighs together, and my cock hardened. She sucked the sauce off the chopsticks Angelo offered her, but when her eyes flicked to mine, she didn’t double down on the seduction, instead smiling shyly, as if she were hoping for my approval.Mon dieu, she had it.

“Ana,” I rasped. “Are you being a good girl for Angelo?”

“For both of you,maître,” she breathed before opening her mouth obediently for another bite.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I moved my chair closer to Angelo’s, picked up a piece of chicken with my own chopsticks and held it out to her. Satisfaction filled me when she took it without hesitation or complaint. This wouldn’t last—it couldn’t—but we would enjoy the moment of tranquility while we could.

“Sir, I’m getting full. For real this time,” she murmured.

Angelo eyed his and my plates. “Two more bites, sweet angel, and then dessert.”

She nodded, and obediently opened her mouth again. Ana’s shoulders were relaxed, and for once, her eyes glimmered with pleasure rather than fury.

“I really am full,” she said. “That was delicious.” She paused for a long moment, her face conflicted. I loved that she was relaxed enough to show us her true emotions, that she trusted us enough to take down her mask, even if it was only for a night. “Thank you for dinner.”

She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, as if steadying herself for what was to come next.

I steeled myself for her sharp tongue.

“Thank you for making me eat, sir.” She leaned forward to kiss Angelo’s jaw. “Thank you for feeding me,maître.” Her eyes flicked to mine. “Thank you both.”

This woman. Thisfuckingwoman. I held her eyes as I adjusted my cock, and to my delight, her breath caught when her gaze followed my hand.

Submittingandadmitting we turned her on. Wonders never cease.

Her eyes followed me as I pulled the ramekins of crème brûlée from the fridge.

“Does watching Valentin turn you on, sweet angel?” Angelo asked. “Knowing he’s made this for you and that he’s going to feed you?”

I lit the blow torch, my cock hard as rock in my pants as I anticipated feeding the dessert to Ana, her full lips wrapped around the spoon, her tongue curling around the custard.

Fuck.

The blowtorch hit the counter as I whirled around. “Strip, princess.”

Angelo raised an eyebrow, but didn’t contradict me.

If I waited to see her naked, I’d bend her over the table and fuck her right there, and tonight was about rewarding her for obedience, not slaking my unreasonable lust.

“Sit on Angelo’s lap, thighs spread over his,” I commanded. Without a word, Ana obeyed, spreading her legs and opening herself up to me. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, soaking wet. I showed her the clamps I’d pulled out of my pocket, and her pussy pulsed.

“Filthy slut,” Angelo murmured in her ear, “hot for us to play with, and eager for pain.”

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