Page 67 of Sin & Sapphire

Stupid needy slut.

Stupid needy slut desperate for the attention of two men who’ve done nothing but abuse you, locking you in a room, spanking you, switching you.

And yet I wanted them to want me all the same.

“Turn her over,” Angelo murmured. “Something’s wrong.”

No, nothing was wrong. I didn’t want them to see the tears streaking down my face.

But Valentin’s strong arms manipulated me until I sat on his lap, my side pressed into his chest.

Angelo’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on in that head of yours, angel?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. They didn’t need to know. They didn’t need another weapon to hold over my head. “Nothing,sir,” I corrected myself.

Valentin hummed and adjusted me in his lap until my back pressed against his torso and my legs were draped over his, spreading me open when he pushed his knees apart. The position left me humiliatingly bare, even more so than when he’d draped me over his lap.

“Good girls deserve their reward,” he murmured in my ear, his lips sending shivers down my spine when he sucked on my earlobe. “And, Ana, you have been a very good girl tonight.”

I hated myself.

Hated that I’d complied so easily.

Hated that I’d asked for books instead of screaming at them and fighting for my freedom.

Hated that watching Angelo move from beside Valentin to his knees before us was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Hated that I spread my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders.

Hated myself.

Hated them.

But when Angelo licked a stripe up my core, I whined with pleasure. He explored my folds with his tongue, licking, tasting, driving me higher and higher while I squirmed in Valentin’s lap.

“You can’t keep still, can you?” Valentin grabbed my hands and placed them behind his neck, arching my back obscenely. “Gorgeous girl.”

“I can’t,” I whined and tightened my fingers against the skin of his upper back, the sensations of Angelo between my thighs overwhelming.

“That’s all right, angel,” Angelo said against my clit, the movement of his lips driving me wild. “Move all you want. Make all the noise you want. Show us what a delightful slut you are for us, whining and begging for more.”

I snapped my mouth shut, pressing my lips together, fighting another moan as Angelo slipped a finger inside of me.

Valentin dragged his hands up my sides then cupped my breasts, holding them as if he were weighing them, teasing me by stroking his thumbs over my skin, never quite where I needed them.

I squeezed my eyes tight, tensing my muscles so I would hold still, resist the desire that careened through my veins and made me want to beg them for more—more friction, more movement, their fucking cocks pounding into me.

“No, princess, that’s not what Angelo asked for. He wants to hear you make noise.” Valentin pinched my nipples viciously and I cried out, jerking as if there were anywhere I could move to escape the pain, then moaning when he soothed the ache by kneading my breasts with callused fingers, the agony transforming into bliss.

Angelo slid a second finger inside me, and I couldn’t hold in the primal sound that escaped. He licked at my clit with soft, rhythmic strokes that drove my need higher and higher, pumping his fingers slow and steady.

Valentin twisted and pulled at my nipples, alternating harsh pinches with soothing strokes, kneading me roughly and gently, making it impossible to think, to focus, to do anything but feel, each jolt of agony shooting straight to my clit and transforming into desperation.

When he nipped the sensitive spot where my neck joined my shoulder, I gave up, relaxing against him as the two men toyed with my body, teasing me, hurting me, pleasuring me.

“Such a pretty little slut,” Angelo breathed against my thighs. “So wet and open, your cunt dripping all over my face.”

“You’re so responsive when I play with your nipples,” Valentin continued as he pulled them away from my chest then flattened them between his thumbs and forefingers, drawing a sharp whine out of me.

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