Page 40 of Sin & Sapphire

Her eyes widened, then narrowed again. “Don’t you dare pretend this is about me, you sicko. I’m yourniece.”

“That’s right, angel. And because you’re my niece, and my toy, I’m going to protect you. Even from yourself.”

She snorted, but didn’t move. When she didn’t relieve herself, I reached over and turned the faucet on.

Ana swore as piss splashed down into the toilet beneath her, unable to stop her body’s reaction. She reached for toilet paper, her entire body red with embarrassment. I kept my eyes on her the entire time as she patted that sweet cunt dry. When she stood, I moved aside, freeing her shoulders so she could rinse her hands.

She splashed water on her face, then looked down at her body, noting the bandages on her wounds. Her fingers fluttered over the band aid on her cheekbone.

“Who cleaned me up?”

“Valentin and me. They beat you up pretty badly. A doc took a look and gave you a clean bill of health. No STDs, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She scoffed, but her shoulders relaxed minutely, and pleasure shot through me that I could give her that, even if I was going to rip it away as I trained her. Ana looked around the bathroom, her brow furrowed. “No towel?”

I laughed. “Absolutely not.”

She turned to stare at me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her curves. So distracted was I, I didn’t reach out to stop her before she slowly and deliberately wiped her hands on my shirt.

My breath caught at her audacity, and then at the privilege that she felt safe enough around me to be a brat. The warmth in my chest was unfamiliar, and I quashed it ruthlessly.

I cocked my head and looked at her, as if I could dive deep into her soul through the force of my gaze, until my stare unnerved her and she stared at her feet, her regret at her actions obvious.

“Toy,” Valentin murmured out from behind me. “I know you’re not stupid, so you must be looking for a punishment.”

Ana’s face paled, but before she could speak, her stomach growled.

“I’m hungry, sir. May I please have something to eat?”

My breath caught in my chest, I was so delighted with how quickly she learned. Until Valentin’s amused snort reminded me how fucking smart she was.

Ana wasn’t acquiescing. Ana was playing our game until she figured out how to escape. Or win.

She lowered her eyes, trying to hide the calculation in them, and waited.

“Yes. If you follow the rules,” Valentin said.

Ana didn’t bother to hide her eye roll. “You’re ridiculous. Do you really want a sex slave?”

She watched me, calm, proud, defiant, her breathing steady, the fire in her eyes banked as she waited for my response. My heart expanded in my chest, an odd sort of pride stealing over me as I admired her confidence that she’d be safe with us.

Too bad she didn’t understand the price of her safety. Not yet.

For a heartbeat, I regretted the path Valentin and I would take with her, regretted that I wouldn’t see her easy confidence again for a long time, then prayed she’d bend instead of break.

And then I imagined her lips around my cock as I stared into the eyes of my lover as he plowed her from behind, her ass red from his belt, tears streaming down her face, and I shoved the guilt down to the bottom of my soul. After ten years of waiting, she was finally mine. And I intended to enjoy every moment.

“I’m not a good man, angel,” I said, taking a strand of her hair and stroking it between my fingers.

She jerked her head away, only to cry out in pain when I closed my fist around her hair, holding it tight.

“I expect obedience,” I continued. “And if you disobey, we’ll punish you.”

She straightened and lifted her chin, every inch the proud mafia princess she was raised to be, acting as though she wasn’t naked and vulnerable, covered in bruises. Fucking beautiful. But that core of inner strength? Stunning.

Valentin wrapped his arms around my waist and propped his chin on my shoulder. “Punishment’s the fun part,” he murmured. “And spanking gets her wet.”

A flush worked its way across Ana’s face and down her body, until even the curves of her breasts were rosy with her embarrassment. Her posture remained stiff as she watched the two of us, her eyes revealing nothing.

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