Page 134 of Ruining Vanessa

Giulio spreads one arm out, making it clear where he wants me. But at least Damien is also there, kissing Giulio’s jaw, and that means Giulio can’t get his mouth on me just yet.

“Why Slayer?” Giulio asks. “Too intimidated by Damien’s monster cock?”

“Yes,” I say, going to sit next to Giulio.

Slayer follows close behind me, the bed dipping beneath his weight. Even as Giulio turns his head expectantly, leaning in for a kiss, Slayer grabs my legs and pulls me down a little. He spreads my legs just as my lips meet Giulio’s, and I whimper into the kiss.

I don’t want to be here. I just want to go hide somewhere.

Giulio has to twist a little awkwardly to keep kissing me while Damien’s half on his legs, and I hope he is uncomfortable… even if that discomfort doesn’t make up for all the rest of what he’s done today.

“So this cocktail party,” Giulio starts, but he ends up groaning loudly and rolling his hips. “Fuck, not fair that you do this so rarely.” He gets one hand into Damien’s hair and urges him down.

“It was boring,” I say against Giulio’s lips. “You were so much more interesting. Charming.” I nearly choke on the word. He can have all the charisma in the world and still be a loathsome creature in my eyes.

Slayer gets between my legs, spreading them wider. It’s all a little weird, but somehow, he manages to push the head of his cock against my cunt. “Hey, she’s wet,” he announces. “I guess she really does like this whole thing. Us being sweet and seducing her, the two of you getting it on.” He laughs, a little breathless, as he starts pushing inside of me.

Giulio smiles and kisses me again, running his tongue along the seam of my lips. I part them, letting him slide his tongue inside to caress mine. It shouldn’t feel good, especially not coming from him, but the way he’s kissing me, the way Slayer is slowly thrusting into me… I can’t help but shudder. I grab for the blankets, gripping them tightly as I break the kiss to watch Damien’s mouth work on Giulio’s cock.

He does it effortlessly and doesn’t choke even when Giulio forces his head down farther. His scruff must be scratching against Giulio’s thighs, the way it had when he’d put his mouth on my cunt.

He also keeps his hands on Giulio’s legs the entire time. To hold him down, to… keep Giulio from moving away?

Giulio bites down on my shoulder. “Why’d you pick up Slayer? At this cocktail party? Keep talking, Mama. I want to hear your voice.”

I want to whine in frustration. I don’t want to have to keep adding to this fantasy. I’m not in the mood for his fucking role play kink, even if my body is reacting to Slayer’s cock and the way he keeps pinching my nipples.

“Because he was handsome,” I mumble, because objectively, he is. A little scary-looking, especially when you find out he’s a cop, but he’s still attractive. “All three of you are. And I couldn’t decide…”

I’m running out of things to say. This nonexistent cocktail party barely exists in my brain. I keep hearing screaming, keep seeing blood…

Traci’s shattered hand.

Yet I’m somehow aroused, and I shudder beneath Slayer’s heavy body.

Giulio laughs, twisting so he can get one hand on my breast. Even that light touch makes my nipples ache with how sensitive my breasts are.

“You’re losing the thread. Slayer’s cock is inside you, Damien’s blowing me, I’m holding you… How did you convince three macho men to do this for you?”

My mouth is dry. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to do this, but Damien’s words echo in my ears again: play along. I don’t know how long I have to keep doing it, but Giulio’s laughter keeps bringing me back to that room and reminding me how precarious all of this is.

“I don’t know,” I whimper, biting my lip as Slayer bottoms out inside of me and leans down to kiss my collarbone. “Lucky, I guess?”

Giulio laughs again, then he grabs Slayer’s hair and tugs him close enough for a kiss. “You think Vanessa is lucky, Slayer?”

Slayer growls but kisses him hard as his thrusts inside of me pick up speed. “Yeah, I think she’s really fucking lucky. Three men, doting on her, doing anything she wants… What else could she ask for?”

So much.

So, so very much.

Because if they really did what I wanted, they’d be far away from me, and I’d never see them again.

The thought brings a surprising pang forth, but I shove it away. I wouldn’t miss them. All I’d have to do is remind myself of today, and it would all be forgotten.

Giulio suddenly pulls away, groaning loudly, and his hand is back on Damien’s head. “Fuck, Damien, you’re gonna make me…”

Damien meets my eyes, and I realize he’s doing this on purpose. For me.

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