45. Ana
45
ANA
The receptionist at the port walked us to Luca’s office. I trailed behind Angelo, my back straight, looking every inch the ice-cold princess I’d been raised to be, despite my exhaustion. We’d barely slept, waiting for Valentin’s doctor to remove a bullet from his thigh. This morning he’d insisted on working from the apartment while we navigated whatever the fuck this meeting was supposed to be.
My heels clacked over the floor of the building where Luca ran his father’s import/export operations, all glass and chrome and open workspaces.
“Angelo and Ana Costa,” the receptionist announced us to Luca’s executive assistant, who took one look at Angelo’s bruised face and sneered. Did she not know who she worked for?
“They don’t have an appointment,” the executive assistant said. My attention wandered to Luca, visible through the glass walls of his office, his dark brown curls bent as he worked behind a monitor.
“He’s expecting us,” I answered, stepping out from behind Angelo. She looked me up and down, taking in my silk shirtdress and heels. Her jaw clenched, and I looked closer at the way she was dressed—sky-high heels, her skirt a little too tight to be professional, and a low-cut shirt that showed the lace of her bra through the material.
I wasn’t judging—okay, I totally was—but I didn’t have the patience for this bullshit. I rapped on Luca’s window.
“Hey, you can’t do that!” she snapped.
I ignored her.
Luca looked up, and his whole face lit up when he saw me. The man quickly schooled his expression into impassiveness, but my heart lightened.
He didn’t hate me for leaving him.
He didn’t hate me for fucking Angelo and Valentin.
He didn’t hate me for everything my family had done to his.
And none of that mattered now because I was owned by Angelo Costa and Valentin Rochefort, and they would never let me leave them for a fucking Russo. No matter how much my heart might ache for him.
Luca opened his door and leaned against the frame, his biceps bulging out of his shirtsleeves, mouthwateringly handsome. Angelo gave me a hard look, then followed him into the office.
With a touch, Luca darkened the windows, clouding them so no one could see in or out before motioning for us to sit on a leather couch. I took my place, wiping my hands nervously on the skirt of my dress.
He smiled, and my heart melted. “How are you? Both of you?”
“We’re fine,” Angelo spat—practically snarled. Was he jealous?
Oh shit.
My traitorous heart softened some more. Angelo and Valentin’s defense of me last night had melted my resistance to their ownership. It wasn’t my first shootout and certainly not the first time I’d been subject to violence, but they’d protected me, made sure I stayed safe, and then come home again. They’d come home to me .
“You don’t have enough men to protect the Costa territory,” Luca continued.
“You’ve been rooting out the Tchérnovs though, haven’t you, boy ?”
Luca smiled and leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee, ignoring the slight. “With the help of the Yorkfield bratva, yes.”
“Why is that?” Angelo asked.
“My father likes the idea of annexing Costa territory into the Russos, after everything they’ve done to us.”
I closed my eyes with the pain of the realization that I’d been right to leave Luca. If he married me, he could have all of that without a single shot. His father would never allow it, though, and I could never ask him to stand up to his father for me. He’d lose everything.
“Those territories aren’t yours to keep,” Angelo answered.
Luca raised an eyebrow. “You can’t seem to hold onto them. Why shouldn’t I take them?”
Angelo sneered. “Do you think that if you offer them to Ana, she’ll come running back to you?”
My eyes flew to Luca. Was that what he was doing? Finding a way to bring me back to him? My heart shattered on the floor at his feet.
“She’s mine, body and soul.” Angelo looked at me. “On your knees, pet.”
What? Hurt cracked my chest open further, making it impossible to breathe, as I careened wildly between Luca’s affection and Angelo’s cruelty.
I’d already given Angelo everything . Last night, I’d lain in their arms, shivering as the adrenaline wore off, grateful and relieved they’d made it back in one piece. And now this.
“Now.”
Closing my eyes against the tears, I stood, then dropped to my knees beside Angelo. The gentleness of his hand in my hair contrasted with the sharp cruelty of his words.
“Take out my cock.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Luca snapped.
My breath turned unsteady, and my body flushed red with the humiliation of playing out this charade in front of Luca. What would he think of me? He’d always admired my mind, always told me I was so much more than a pretty object for my father to use as a pawn, and now?—
I sobbed once as I shuffled between Angelo’s legs before getting myself back under control.
“Ana—" Luca growled. I looked straight ahead, unseeing, unable to bear the weight of Luca’s disgust.
“She’s mine,” Angelo snarled. “Aren’t you, angel?”
Luca had been the only partner who’d ever respected me, the only one who’d ever seen me for who I was, who didn’t wish for me to be the perfect mafia princess, even when I wasn’t in public. He’d never respect me again.
It didn’t matter. I was Ana fucking Costa. And if the price of helping the families loyal to us was sucking Angelo’s cock in front of my ex, then I could do it. I would do it.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Ana, you don’t have to do this,” Luca said.
He was wrong. So fucking wrong. If I didn’t, Luca would die today, of that I was absolutely certain.
Wishing my hands weren’t trembling, that my determination was stronger than my humiliation, I unbuckled Angelo’s belt, then freed his cock. It twitched in my hands, and my clit throbbed.
How the fuck could I be turned on at a time like this?
“Up,” Angelo snapped.
What? Was this about Angelo’s jealousy?
“Up!” he repeated when I didn’t move.
I straddled his lap, and he grabbed my hips. My body betrayed me, pleasure tightening in my center as he rolled my pussy over his cock. My nipples hardened against the lace of my bra, and my skin felt tight.
No. I couldn’t like this. I couldn’t be turned on by Angelo’s cruelty, by his possessiveness. He ground me over his cock again, and desire shot through me alongside the humiliation.
I couldn’t see Luca’s face. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to see his affection turn to disgust as Angelo played with me, as I enthusiastically allowed him to play with me.
When Luca lowered himself onto the couch beside us, his expression unreadable, Angelo stilled his movements. His fingers tightened on my hips until they bruised. I whimpered at the pain and closed my eyes against the embarrassment of the answering clench of my pussy.
“She’ll never be yours,” Angelo snarled at Luca while he pushed my panties aside with one hand. I hovered above his cock for a moment and opened my eyes, waiting for Angelo to look at me. When he caught my gaze, I hoped he saw the hurt and betrayal in my expression, and my hatred. Fuck you, you selfish, cruel asshole.
He snapped his hips and buried himself inside me, swift and painful. I whined at the stretch and allowed my hips to follow his as they sank back down, fully impaled on Angelo’s cock. He waited for my body to adjust, holding my gaze, his eyes dark with desire and fury as my pussy clenched around him.
When Luca pinched my chin and turned my gaze to his, forcing me to meet his dark brown eyes, tight with anger, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me, pain and embarrassment swirling into a powerful cocktail of raw desire.
“Is that true, baby? That you’ll never be mine?” His lips tilted up into a sad smile.
Angelo lifted me, then plunged me down on his cock. Luca held my gaze. My lips parted on a wanton sigh. Angelo filled me so fucking good, even as I hated him for doing this in front of Luca.
Luca smiled, but the expression didn’t meet his eyes. He brushed his lips over mine, and when I didn’t protest, didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and licking at the seam of my lips until I opened my mouth for him.
His kiss was punishing, brutal, claiming, nothing like the sweet kisses we’d shared when we were sneaking around and fucking behind our families’ backs. His teeth clashed against mine, then nipped at my bottom lip until he drew blood. I moaned, wanting more of this new Luca who cared enough to claim me, who’d fight for me.
Angelo wrenched me back toward him, then licked the blood on my lip with savage glee. He fucked me roughly, each snap of his hips a brutal reminder of his ownership, of the power I’d willingly ceded to him in exchange for my safety.
“She’s mine,” Angelo growled. “And if you touch her again, I’m going to murder you while I fuck her.”
Luca scoffed and cupped my breast through my dress, thumbing the nipple until it hardened to a peak under my bra. Lust shot through me, intensifying my need, and I rose up, riding Angelo.
Angelo took one hand off my hips, and in one smooth movement, pulled his gun out of his shoulder holster and threaded his arm around Luca’s neck leaving the barrel pressed up against the underside of Luca’s chin. “Take your hands off my pet.”
“No,” Luca snapped, running his hand down my stomach and over my thighs before his fingers traced up my dress. He slipped his hand inside my panties and fingered my clit. “Ana wants me, and she’s the only person in this room, in this entire fucking universe, who has the power to tell me no.” He turned his face toward mine and nuzzled our cheeks together. “And you’re not going to tell me no, are you, baby?”
Words evaded me. Thought left me. Angelo was fucking me hard, threatening Luca, all while Luca traced slow circles around my clit, the way he knew I liked it, playing my body.
Why was he participating in this travesty? Why was he letting Angelo fuck me in front of him? Why wasn’t he?—?
“Come on, be a good girl for me,” Luca murmured. “You can do this.”
“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. It was too much. Too much sensation, too much possession, too much conflict. Luca had been my safe harbor in the storm of my violent, miserable life, and I wasn’t prepared for how much I liked his soft domination.
“You can, I promise.” Luca pinched my clit, hard, and I detonated, sobbing his name into Angelo’s shoulder as I came hard. Angelo didn’t slow his movements, and to my shock, neither did Luca. He continued to tap my clit, building the pressure in my core once again.
“No, I can’t,” I gasped, senseless with pleasure and embarrassment and confusion and need. I had to—I needed to—Fuck!
“Sir, please,” I begged.
“Please what, slut?” Angelo snapped as he fucked up into me, never moving the gun from Luca’s throat.
Luca yanked my hair, dragging my mouth back to his as he fingered my clit, and I whined at the danger and my terror that Angelo’s finger would twitch and kill us both. Luca’s lips were soft, and his tongue explored my mouth, laying claim to his territory, just as Angelo did to my pussy.
“Luca,” I whispered.
“I’m here, baby. Tell us what you need.”
I wrenched my face away from his to cup Angelo’s cheeks in my hands. Luca’s finger skimmed my clit again, and I whimpered into Angelo’s jaw.
“Please, sir,” I begged. “Don’t hurt him. Please. I couldn’t bear it. Please. ”
Angelo’s eyes widened a fraction. He thrust his hips up, and my pussy clenched around his cock, desperate and needy.
“Tell me what you are, slut.”
“A slut. A filthy, dirty, needy slut.”
“Tell me how much you love this.”
“I’m a needy whore who loves what you do to me, sir,” I moaned as need spiraled through me.
“That’s right,” he said. “Tell me what you need. Tell me how badly you want your daddy’s cock right now.
“Sir—daddy—please,” I gasped. “I need your cock. Please!”
“That’s right,” he snarled and fucked me harder. I rode him with my hands on his shoulders, throwing my head back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luca take his cock out, stroking it up and down, and I moaned, remembering how that fucking ring at the tip felt as it brushed against my g-spot.
“Daddy,” I cried as I climaxed. Angelo fucked me through the aftershocks until his rhythm turned ragged and he came inside me. Before I could collapse onto Angelo, Luca grabbed my hips and yanked me to his lap, heedless of the gun Angelo held to his head.
“You’re so wet,” Luca murmured as he slid his fingers through my folds. “So full of his cum. Such a perfect slut, needing both of us to take care of you.” His eyes slid to Angelo’s. “All three of us.”
His words settled in my chest, the truth of them leaving me speechless. Not once had I imagined that behind his accepting exterior hid a man who’d wring pleasure out of me with the same determination as Angelo and Valentin.
Instead of fucking me, Luca dragged his fingers around my clit, circling, teasing, tapping, until I was breathless with need.
“I can’t,” I gasped, “It’s too much.”
Luca leaned up to press his forehead against mine. “I decide when it’s too much. Be my good girl and trust me to take care of you, all right?”
My eyes widened as he drove me higher and higher, wrenching a third climax out of me before I could respond. I cried out as he continued to play with my overstimulated clit.
“Please, no more, I can’t.”
“Not your decision,” Luca said.
I trusted Luca. I needed his steady presence and his ability to accept me for who I was. To my shock, his relentless focus on my pleasure, whether I wanted it or not, now was as much of a turn on now as the way he’d sought my enthusiastic consent the last time we were together.
God, what was wrong with me? Why was I like this?
Angelo watched with betrayal in his eyes. Did he not understand? I leaned over and brought his lips to mine. “Daddy, please,” I whispered against his mouth. “Fucking please .”
Angelo snarled at me. “You’re going to pay for this.” But he pulled the gun away from Luca’s head.
I pushed away, conflicted and confused. I wanted this. I needed this. And I had to find a way to convince him. Luca moved his hand from my clit to unbutton my dress, revealing my lacy bra. He took one breast out and sucked on the nipple. I writhed on his lap, needing friction, needing his cock, needing fucking more .
“Daddy!” I rubbed my clit against Luca’s cock. “I need?—”
Angelo cursed and tangled his fingers in my hair, bringing his lips to mine. Luca never let up his suction on my breast, teasing and stimulating my nipple as I moaned and whined.
“Angel,” Angelo rasped. “You belong to me.”
“To us,” Luca said, pinching my nipple hard enough to draw a yelp out of me.
“Yes, to both of you, to all three of you,” I gasped. I wanted it all .
Luca wrapped his long fingers around my hips and positioned me over his cock. “Baby?” My heart melted as he checked in, asking for my consent.
“Yes,” I moaned, and I sank down onto him. God, I’d missed this—missed him .
Angelo growled his fury but didn’t pull me away. Instead, he kept his mouth on mine, a possessive claiming that only stoked the fires of my need.
Luca’s fingers returned to my clit, circling, teasing, as I rolled my hips.
“It’s too much,” I whined, when Angelo raised a hand to my breast to knead it.
“Who’s in charge, slut?” Angelo asked.
“You are, daddy. Fucking please !”
Luca sped up his strokes, holding me while he fucked upward into me. “C’mon, baby, give me one more, show your daddy what a good girl you are for me.”
“I can’t,” I sobbed, tears slipping down my cheeks at the overstimulation.
Angelo released my breast to reach between Luca and me. He fingered my clit in time with Luca’s strokes, his hand tangling with Luca’s between us.
“You will,” Angelo snarled against my lips.
“You’re doing so well,” Luca cooed. “Look at you. You’re so wet for me, leaking your daddy’s cum all over my cock, squeezing me so fucking good. I’m going to come inside of you, and I’m going to fucking breed you until you can never walk away from me again.”
A bomb exploded inside me at his words, pleasure rushing outward through my limbs like shrapnel, unstoppable as it obliterated everything in its path, leaving only euphoria in its wake.
“Ana!” Luca cried as his rhythm turned ragged and he came inside me.
I collapsed into the space between their shoulders. Swiftly, Angelo arranged me on his lap, my feet draped over Luca’s thighs, as I cried, utterly overwhelmed, terrified I’d fucked up everything, that they’d abandon me, that they’d hate me.
“Such a good fucking girl for your daddy,” Angelo said, finally, dragging his hand up my arm and pressing me into his chest. I looked up at him through watery eyes, and he gently kissed my forehead. “I promised you I’d take care of you,” he murmured. “And that means giving you what you need, no matter how much I might hate it.”
Luca’s lips tilted up into a small smile, but he didn’t say anything. I watched him for a sign that he was okay with this, that he didn’t think I was a slut, that?—
Angelo elbowed him. “Give her what she needs, asshole.”
Luca’s eyes widened, but when he looked at me, all I could see was familiar affection. He held his arms out to me, and Angelo pushed me over until I’d turned around, safely ensconced in Luca’s arms, with my calves draped over Angelo’s legs. Gratitude for his easy acceptance brought tears to my eyes. It shouldn’t have surprised me—Luca had never once judged me, not for my family, not for my rebellion, not for anything. I lo?—
“You made a mess, baby,” Luca murmured, interrupting my train of thought as he looked at Angelo’s pants. I flushed. “I fuckin’ love it,” he continued.
Angelo grunted, his lips twisted in a grumpy scowl, but he didn’t make any move to clean himself up. “Filthy, messy slut,” he murmured, then took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. “My slut.”
“ Our slut,” Luca calmly corrected.
“Yours,” I affirmed.