Page 136 of Ruining Vanessa

At least, I don’t think I can.

“Love your body, too. Damien knew I would.” Giulio lets go of my thigh briefly to tap Damien’s shoulder.

Damien nods. “Yes. Not un-feminine, but… just perfect. And I knew she was a good person. Taking care of others. Even when it’s not in her best interest.”

I don’t like the way they’re talking about me. They’re being… nice, in a way, but it’s just not comfortable.

Slayer strokes himself a little harder, a little faster. “Beautiful, smart, and brave.” He laughs. “Even when that bravery is pretty stupid, huh, Vanessa?” I know he’s thinking about my trip to the police station, and I blush.

“You won us over, Mama,” Giulio says, smiling. “What a lucky woman you are. And—” He lets out a harsh gasp. “Fuck, yeah, squeeze like that again.”

I look up at him in doubt, in disbelief. Won them over? If this is what it means to have won them over, I don’t want to see the opposite…

Well.

I already have.

Giulio keeps fucking me, hard, fast, rough—and my body is threatening to succumb to pleasure I don’t want to feel. But I look up at him, at a smile that’s almost gentle now, at eyes that have somehow softened, and I can’t help it.

I clench around him, right as Slayer’s seed spills across my chest. He hisses out a breath, grunting, and the sound outweighs my quiet whimpers. Again. Yet again, my body has betrayed me, and there’s no real pleasure in the aftermath of my climax.

Giulio is next, throwing his head back as his own satisfaction sweeps over him, and I can feel his heat filling me up as he comes.

Only then, with his eyes on where Giulio’s cock is thrusting wildly into me, does Damien follow, and his cum ends up half across my face and half across my chest.

I whimper, tasting his cum on my lips, and I’m unable to stop myself from licking it away.

The only sound in the aftermath of so much pleasure is heavy breathing. For a long time, there’s nothing else, and I stay still, wishing I could just fall asleep before they think of anything else to do with me, anything else to say.

Giulio is slow to pull out, but once he does, he lowers himself to kiss my belly. He stays like that for a few seconds, lips just under my belly button.

Then he gets up, smiling again. “Don’t fall asleep just yet. I’ll be right back.” He stops by the dresser to wipe off his cock but leaves the room completely naked.

Slayer flops onto the bed beside me, leaning in to nuzzle my throat. “You’re so sexy with our cum on you, Vanessa.”

I don’t say anything to that. My body is still pulsing with pleasure, and I can feel Giulio’s hot seed inside of me. It’s too late to stop it from doing anything, though; I’m already pregnant, and the thought hits me all over again.

Damien lays down on my other side, dropping his hand to my belly. “You’re so beautiful. I was… When I saw you at the bottom of the stairs, I was so afraid. Not just because of the baby. It’s you, Vanessa. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I look up at him. I don’t know what to make of his words. They’re claiming to care about me, all three of them, like that excuses their insane behavior. Like it makes things better.

I want to tell him he went too far, that I can’t handle those words right now.

Slayer strokes my hair and leans in to kiss my forehead. He doesn’t speak, but his soft touch is so counter to the man who’d pulled Traci’s tooth out.

I nod at Damien, not sure what he expects me to say. I want to tell him not to sell Traci, but… it may be better for her. If she’s around, she’ll be a constant reminder for Giulio and Damien. All it would take was one more mistake, and she would be dead.

Giulio walks back into the bedroom, carrying a tray with two bottles and some empty champagne glasses on it. “I think we were meeting up today for a reason. To celebrate!” He sets the tray down on the dresser and opens the bottle of champagne. “Don’t worry, Mama. I picked up some sparkling cider for you too. Almost as good as the alcoholic stuff.”

I don’t want the cider. I don’t want any of it.

“Okay,” I say with a tiny nod, grabbing the sheet to surreptitiously wipe at the cum to get it off my face, at least.

Damien gets up to help Giulio with the drinks, opening the second bottle and pouring it for me. He hands me the glass before taking one of the alcoholic ones for himself, while Giulio passes the remaining glass to Slayer.

Slayer sits up to take it, getting comfortable against the backboard of the bed.

Giulio lifts up his champagne glass. “So! It’s been a long-ass day, and let’s be real, at least three people wish it had gone completely differently. But let’s not let that distract us from why we got together in the first place.”

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