Page 53 of Sin & Sapphire

The first impact shoved me deep into the mattress. I bit my tongue and endured it. I’d done this to myself. Stupid, selfish Ana, who’d wanted Valentin’s attention, and now I fucking had it.

In moments, I was whining in pain. I shoved my hands down to try and block him, only for him to grab my wrists and hold them to the small of my back.

When I kicked back at him, he swore, then lifted me up as I struggled, arranging me until I was draped over one of his powerful thighs, the other locked around my legs, holding me still. My fingers brushed against the floor as he held me over his lap.

“Enough,” he snapped, spanking me harder than he had before and getting my attention. “I told you not to touch yourself and you did.”

“Your rules are bullshit!”

He spanked me again and again, until I couldn’t hold my sob in. Why couldn’t I be a good fucking girl for once and do as I was told?

“Because you want the attention,” Valentin growled as I cried.

Had I said that aloud?

“I’m going to give you the attention you crave,” he said. “If you want it to stop, you’ll follow the fucking rules.”

But I’d never been able to do that, no matter how hard I tried.

He continued to spank me until I relaxed in his hold, a sobbing mess in his lap, unable to ignore the burning agony of his spanking, but no longer fighting it.

When he stopped, he gathered me up in his arms, and I continued to cry against his chest. I hated him. Hated his strength. Hated how my body lit up at his touch. Hated how much I craved his comfort even after he was the one who’d driven me to tears. When I looked up again, we were in another bedroom.

Angelo lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone, and raised an eyebrow when we entered.

Valentin set me on crisp white sheets. I winced when the flaming skin of my ass brushed against the fabric, but continued to cry, unable to stop my soft sobs.

“Aftercare,” Valentin snapped before turning on his heel.

Angelo’s smile took my breath away. “Come here, angel.”

What did he want? I was naked.Hewas naked. Oh my god, I was in a bed naked with my uncle. And I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to curl up in the safety of his arms and go to sleep. What did that say about me?

He set his phone down beside the bed, then arranged the sheets over us. I was too exhausted to protest when he gathered me in his arms, and when he slid a hand up my back to hold me close, my complaints died on my lips. No one would hurt me tonight. No onecouldhurt me. Angelo wouldn’t allow it. Relief swept through me like a tsunami, obliterating my resistance. My head dropped against his chest as he held me, and I cried and cried and fucking cried.

And when I woke up again, he was gone.

21

ANGELO

Ana paddedout from my bedroom a few hours later with only a sheet wrapped around her. Her hair was a mess, her face still red and puffy from her earlier tears, and her eyes bright with uncertainty.

The thin white fabric did nothing to hide her gorgeous curves, or the teardrop shape of her pert tits, or the way her hips swayed with every step.

I clenched my fists to stop myself from gathering her to me and claiming her with my mouth, plundering my tongue between her lips until they were swollen and bruised and she was ready to beg for my cock. She hadn’t earned it yet.

“Drop the sheet,” Valentin said, the gravel in his voice betraying his casual calm. To my surprise, Ana released it and revealed her lush body to my hungry gaze.

Silently, Ana approached us. I offered her an espresso. She took it, then scrunched her nose. She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut. Good girl. She was learning.

I took pity on her. “Sugar?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered, then added softly, “sir.”

I dropped a sugar cube into her espresso and stirred it.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, then sipped cautiously. She didn’t comment on the coffee but wasn’t drinking it quickly.

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