Page 54 of Ruining Vanessa

“Please,” Vanessa sobs. “Please stop. I c-can’t—”

“Can’t what?” Giulio interrupts her coldly, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. “Can’t handle being pampered? Can’t handle getting fed the best foods? Can’t handle Damien’s affection? Can’t handle doing your one fucking job?”

Giulio’s rage is starting to make more sense to me. He’s always sensitive where Damien is concerned, and if he feels like she hurt Damien…

“Please, Giulio, I’ll do better. I won’t ever try to disobey you again. I’ll be so good for you. I will be. I promise. I… I was wrong. Things were so good. I want things to be good,” Vanessa pleads.

I swipe the blade slowly along her thigh, not aiming to leave a scar this time, but enjoying the sight of her blood.

“Yeah? What parts did you like?” Giulio asks. He removes his fingers from her cunt to lay them against her clit.

I let out a disgruntled sound. “You’re distracting her,” I complain. “She should be panicking because she’s getting cut up or about to have an orgasm while she’s all bloody. You can get her to get on her knees and kiss your feet when I’m finished with her.”

“Fine, fine.” Giulio gets up and undoes his belt. I’m almost surprised to see that he’s actually hard. He’s been acting weird this entire time, and I half expected him to complain about being bored.

Which would just have pissed me off, because he’s getting in the way of my own fun.

Giulio jacks himself a few times and glares at Vanessa. “Okay, spread ‘em nice and wide for me. Let’s get the baby-making juice inside you.”

Vanessa sobs again, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, and she closes her eyes tightly as she spreads her legs for him.

“Baby-making juice?” I ask, sliding my hand all over Vanessa’s bloodied thighs then using that hand to stroke my own cock. “Is that supposed to be sexy? Because it really, really isn’t.”

“Nah. I was thinking more… dehumanizing.” Giulio grabs Vanessa’s thighs and lines his cock up against her pussy, rubbing over her folds just once before slamming inside her. “Who needs fun? Vanessa’s just a vessel. Barely worth treating like a person. Cut her some more, Slayer.”

I don’t let go of my own dick, squeezing it as I slice carefully along her thighs a few more times. Some of these will scar, and some of them won’t, but they’re going to look nasty until they heal. They’ll be a constant reminder of what she’d done—and of what the price for disobeying and trying to fool Giulio had been.

For pissing Damien off.

I wonder for the first time why he isn’t here to witness this—or to hold Giulio back—but I shrug it off and go back to the knife on Vanessa’s lovely, previously unmarred skin. Little cuts on her chest and stomach, little more than papercuts, but the knife is so sharp that it slips a few times while Giulio fucks her and moves her body more than I can account for.

Every time he slams into her, her legs jostle and the cuts widen a little more with each stretch of her skin, making more blood trickle out. She whimpers the entire time, tears flowing freely down her face.

The cuts are tame in comparison to what I’ve done to others. She’s barely even bleeding.

But she’s still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, desperate to please us, in pain with blood smeared on her pale thighs. It’s enough to make me forget about Giulio’s strange mood, and I jack myself faster, admiring her beautiful face. Sweat is making her hair stick to her skin.

I lean down to lick more of her blood away.

“You’re smoking hot,” I tell her. “Red looks great on you.”

I reluctantly let go of my cock, sliding my finger through one of the blood-slick cuts, then wipe it across her mouth. I kiss her, tasting her and her tears and her blood all at once, and I groan. Giulio keeps jostling her each time he thrusts into her, making it a little difficult, and I reluctantly draw back.

Setting the knife aside, I go back to jerking my dick with my bloodied hands, watching Vanessa’s pale, tear- and blood-streaked face as Giulio fucks her hard.

“Make her come,” I urge Giulio.

“Don’t have to make her do anything,” Giulio answers. “She always comes.” He changes his angle though, and drags his cock out slowly only to slam back in.

Vanessa cries out and shakes her head again. “Please. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Blah blah blah,” I say. I get closer and closer to my own climax as I watch, just waiting for Giulio to make her come. I can’t wait for it, though. It isn’t long before I’m spilling all over my hand—and her face—as my orgasm washes over me.

Giulio starts laughing. “Fuck. That’s hot. Forget red, she looks good splashed in white.” Then his movements turn more erratic. I figure he’s going to come before Vanessa, only she suddenly gasps loudly and cries out. Her mouth parts, some of my cum dripping inside.

“Now that’s what I like to see,” I say breathlessly, smearing my cum over her mouth and forcing my fingers past her lips. “God, she’s so sexy. She’s gonna make beautiful babies for you, Giulio.”

I don’t know if that’ll kill the mood for him, and I sort of regret saying it. But that’s her purpose, and I want her to remember that while she’s coming, with blood and seed on her lips while Giulio pounds his own semen into her.

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