Page 27 of Sin & Sapphire

She needed discipline, and I intended to provide it.

“What the fuck?” Ana shouted.

I spanked her ass hard enough to jolt her into a moment’s shocked stillness, then drew my gun and shot the camera in the corner of the cell. This was my lesson to teach and savor, not the perverts who’d been watching her in her cell.

She fell silent at the sharp sound, trembling as she lay draped over my thighs, her too fucking short dress riding up and baring the sexy spot where her ass met the crease of her thighs.

“Qu’est-ce vous faites?” Ana whispered. Good fucking question. What the fuck was I doing? Operating on pure instinct, trusting my gut that the best way to handle this gorgeous, tempting woman was to establish utter control over her up front.

Her creamy thighs shook as she took shuddering breath after shuddering breath, calming herself, hiding her terror. Good girl. I shoved her dress up to her waist, and when I laid my palm on her lace-covered ass, admiring the way my fingers sunk into her flesh, she flinched. I ran a finger along the edge, enjoying the way gooseflesh followed the path of my touch.

My eyes caught on the bruises that spotted her thighs, inside and out, and fury at whomever had touched her raked through me before I could quash the dangerous mix of jealousy and rage churning in my gut. I pressed my lips together, considering whether my instincts were leading me astray.

No.

Ana needed structure and discipline. She begged for it with every fiber of her being. And the pain I could inflict while giving her what she needed? I needed it with every fiber ofmybeing. Conveniently, I ignored the fine line between my sadism and the abuse so many other men had inflicted upon her.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Ana,” I said. “And you’re costing me a fucking fortune.”

“Boo fucking hoo,” she snapped and tried to roll off of me. I slammed my leg down over hers, trapping her between my thighs.

I knew she could feel my cock hardening as she struggled to free herself, as the softness of her body brushed against me.

“Enough!” I roared. “You’re an undisciplined brat. You started a goddamned war with the bratva! Your uncle has been worried sick for weeks!”

“And you’re hard,” Ana snapped.

I laughed as I stroked my fingers over the curves of her ass, noting when she trembled, when her muscles clenched in anticipation as I approached the apex of her thighs. God, she was beautiful.

“I’m a sadist, princess. And I’m about to inflict pain on you. Fuck yes, I’m hard. Count to twenty.”

Twenty was the warm-up, but she didn’t need to know that. I brought the flat of my palm down over her succulent curves, and she let out the most adorable squeak.

“What are you doing?”

“Spanking you like the child you are. Fucking count, princess.”

I spanked her again, watching the jiggle of her skin with delight. Lust the likes of which I hadn’t felt in a long time shot through me with startling intensity. Fuck, this was so wrong. She was vulnerable. And more importantly, she was Angelo’s. We’d shared playmates before, but Ana? Ana was special to him.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she yelled, breaking me out of my reverie.

I smacked the sensitive spot where her curves met her thigh, and she yowled in pain. “What the hell?”

“Count!”

“Fuck you!”

I spanked her again, and she tried to kick out at me, but couldn’t get the leverage to dislodge herself. Ana wasn’t tiny, but I was a foot taller than her, and a good fifty kilos heavier.

“I said count, you bitch.”

Ana panicked, losing rationality as she kicked and screamed. That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.

I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around her throat, squeezing gently enough that I wouldn’t truly cut off her air supply. “Ana,” I murmured. “Ana!” I repeated more sharply when I didn’t get her attention the first time.

She trembled, her terror deeper than what a simple spanking should bring. Awareness shot through me, followed by blind fury. I’d kill the fuckers that scared her, that hurt her so badly she couldn’t sink into the bliss of the agony I forced on her. But first, I needed Ana to calm the fuck down.

“Breathe, princess,” I said, releasing her neck and moving my hands to stroke her hair and her back, soothing her. She shook beneath me. “Keep breathing.”

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