Page 61 of Sin & Sapphire

“We strung him up from the rafters.”

“Let me go!” Grégoire yelled.

I drew my favorite knife from its sheath. Long and curved, I used it to carve the organs out of the men I tortured.

“No,” I said simply, then slashed the knife across his clothes. When he kicked out at me, I kicked in his kneecap with my steel-toe boots. He screamed, and I waited for him to still again before disrobing him.

“I cut off his clothes, angel, and now I’m going to cut off his dick.”

My angel gasped, but didn’t tell me to stop. I heard the whine of Valentin’s crop and then her answering whimper, and a bead of precum dripped out of my cock.

“Valentin killed three men for you,” I murmured into the radio at my ear. “And now there are six dead men here, killed by me and my men in your name.”

Grégoire’s eyes bugged open. “Is she there? Are you talking to her? You sick son of a bitch. You think killing me will impress her? The only thing that slut cares about is a cock between her legs and the money she gets for turning tricks.”

Rage colored my vision red, and I jerked the knife across his face, leaving a long slice from his eyebrows to his jaw.

Grégoire screamed.

“Ana, what do you want me to do to him?”

She was silent.

“Valentin,” she whimpered. “I can’t do this.”

“You can, princess,” he said, his voice lower and softer than I’d ever heard it before. “Move onto my lap.”

I couldn’t hear the movements, but I heard his praise when she was where he wanted her.

“Now, Angelo can slice Tchérnov’s throat and be done with it, or I can fuck you with the handle of this whip while he does everything to Grégoire that Grégoire did to you.”

Ana moaned, and my patience ran out. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

“I want, I want—” her breath came in adorable little whimpers. “I can’t?—”

Valentin’s rhythmic slaps against her cunt made me impatient to return home, so I could bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck the rebellion out of her.

“Kill him,” Valentin snapped. “Kill him and come home to us.”

“No,” Ana said.

“No, what, toy?” Valentin said, his voice silky with disappointment.

“No,maître. No, sir,” she gasped. “I want him tosuffer.”

Oh fuck. I was going to come in my pants.

“Your wish is my command,” I said, walking up to my captive with an unhinged smile on my face. “Ana says she wants you to suffer.”

“No,” Grégoire gasped. “No, please, no.”

“He’s pissing his pants, my love.”

Valentin’s soft chuckle, his delight in Grégoire’s humiliation, was as delicious as the fierce expression I imagined on Ana’s face.

I reached for the man’s flaccid dick. He jerked and wailed, kicking his feet out toward me, as if I couldn’t overpower him in an instant. Instead of stepping away, I grabbed his legs, then spun him around so I was at his back, breathing down his neck, his bare ass pressed against my chest.

“You’re disgusting,” I said.

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