Page 78 of Sin & Sapphire

I took a shuddering breath, and then another, and then another, maintaining eye contact the entire time, as shocked by the intensity of his attention as I was by my daring.

His eyes widened slightly. “You’re jealous,” he breathed.

I flushed, unable to contain my humiliation. Now they knew, and they would use it against me.

Angelo’s attention snapped to me, but I didn’t take my eyes from Valentin’s, terrified that he would twist the knife in the wound of my humiliation. I didn’t have the right to be jealous—they’d made my position in their household perfectly clear.

Valentin’s expression softened as we stared at one another, his thumbs stroking over the tops of my bare feet. “Princess,” he murmured, but didn’t finish his thought, as if he didn’t know what to say. That made two of us.

The flight attendant returned with three glasses on a tray. She hovered uncertainly, visibly surprised by Valentin’s position at my feet.

He bowed his head to plant a soft kiss on each of my knees before standing gracefully to take his seat across from me. She placed his whiskey beside him, brushing her fingers over his suit jacket as she stood.

Valentin’s eyes never left my face, even when I looked at the walls above his head, unable to watch the flight attendant flirt with him. I reminded myself that she couldn’t know who I was, didn’t know our relationship, and none of that shit was any of her business anyway.

She served Angelo, then stood in the center of our aisle. “Where should I put her drink, sir?” she asked Valentin.

I exhaled a frustrated huff. In response, Valentin’s full lips tilted up in a half smile, and he tilted his head. “Toy, you should have said something.”

I lifted my chin. “Oh?” I asked, communicating my frustration and disgust in one simple syllable.

“Ask her where she’d like her glass,” he instructed the flight attendant. The tightness in my chest eased as he forced her to acknowledge me. She turned toward me, slowly, like she was surprised that I might have a say in the matter.

“Between Angelo and me,” I answered firmly, straightening in my seat. I was AnafuckingCosta, after all.

“Mr. Costa?” The correction slipped out of her as if by instinct.

“Between Angelo and me,” I repeated, emphasizing his name and lifting my chin. She might not have the right to use his name, but I sure as fuck did.

Her eyes flicked down to my bound hands. “Are you sure?”

“She’s sure,” Angelo interjected before I could respond.

“Yes, Mr. Costa, sir,” she said, setting a napkin between us, and my glass beside his whiskey.

“Yes,Ms.Costa,” Valentin corrected her, jerking his chin toward me. “Did you not recognize Ana Costa, or did you think she didn’t deserve your respect?”

My heart stopped with an abrupt thud and my eyes filled with grateful tears.

The flight attendant looked between Angelo and me, confusion evident in her warm brown eyes. I waited, confident in my ability to project calm authority in any situation.

“My apologies, Ms. Costa. Please let me know if you need anything else,” she murmured.

I inclined my head, determined to be gracious. She didn’t know these men had shoved their cocks in my mouth. She didn’t know they’d tied me up and alternated pain with pleasure until I screamed. She didn’t know?—

Ididn’t know if they were off the market either, and I hated that.

The plane roared to life, then quieted as it began to taxi.

“Fire her. We’re the only ones allowed to disrespect our slut,” Angelo growled as he lifted my glass. “Look at me, angel.”

I shifted in my seat, and he tilted the glass toward my face. The sweet champagne slid down my throat, bubbles exploding on my tongue.

A drop slipped past my lips and down my throat. Angelo bent forward to lick it up, and my traitorous body leaned into his touch.

“Delicious,” he murmured against my skin, and I couldn’t stop the soft sigh that escaped me.

He continued to serve me the champagne in small sips, lapping up the drops that slid down my skin, leaving me aching and wanting.

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