Page 135 of Ruining Vanessa

Or maybe just for the baby.

Either way, I’m almost grateful for Damien—until I remember how badly he wanted to murder Traci, how he’d shot Paul in front of me.

And the sound of the drill whirring, along with the screams…

I spasm, not in pleasure, but Slayer groans anyway. “Fuck yeah,” Slayer says breathlessly, driving into me harder. “Maybe I can make her come while you’re coming.”

Giulio’s eyes shoot open. “No. Damien, stop.”

And unlike when I ask for something, Damien listens. He pulls off Giulio’s cock with a wet sound. His chin glistens with spit. “Giulio—”

Giulio pushes him away, then pushes at Slayer, too. “My turn,” Giulio growls. “I’m going to come inside her.”

Slayer scowls at him. “I’ll only be a minute, man. She’s going to come if I keep fucking her, then you can shove into her while she’s still pulsing and fluttering around your cock.” He keeps thrusting, picking up his pace even more.

“No,” Giulio repeats, darkly. “You two can shoot all over her chest. Mark her up. I want to see that while I fuck her.” He meets my eyes. “That’s what you want too, right, Vanessa?”

I shudder at what I see in his gaze, and I don’t dare say otherwise. “Yes,” I croak out, though the word is weak at best.

Slayer looks at Giulio, and he recognizes the look, too, because he groans and reluctantly pulls out of me without a word. He rolls over on the bed, but he’s soon propping himself back up, his hand stroking his cock.

I spread my legs a little more for Giulio, trembling. I’m scared of what’s going to happen when he starts to fuck me.

He grips my thighs and kisses the inside of one. “You were so hot today, Mama,” Giulio murmurs. “At the… cocktail party. And the afterparty, too.”

He’s not thinking of some fictional cocktail party, and I know it. He’s thinking of what happened at Ntimacy, and just like then, he’s getting off on it. The three of them are all getting off on those memories, and the knowledge hits me like a stab to the gut.

I can’t help it; I sob, tears rolling down my cheeks as the thought hits me.

Giulio drives into me, much rougher than he usually does. I slide a few inches up the bed until Damien grips my shoulder to keep me in place.

I want to appeal to Damien, but his gaze is between my legs, watching Giulio thrusting in and out. Damien’s cock is fully erect too, and he grips it to slowly pump himself while he watches us.

He’ll manage Giulio for me… to a point.

But I have to remember that now, and always, he’ll put Giulio first.

Slayer shifts so that he’s closer. He strokes his own cock, already situated so that his cum will splash across my chest when he comes.

“Want me to tell you all the ways I find you hot?” Giulio asks me, grinning wildly. He moans on his next thrust. “All the stuff you’ve done that drives me wild?”

My eyes are wet with tears. I don’t want to hear anything from him. But I don’t think I have a choice. “Y-yes,” I answer feebly.

“You’re afraid I’m gonna say something nasty,” Giulio answers, chuckling. “Am I the kind to do that, Damien, Slayer?”

Damien and Slayer meet each other's eyes. Clearly, they think he is that type.

“Say whatever you want,” Damien answers, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock. “So I can see you and Vanessa come.”

I’m not going to come if Giulio is being cruel.

Or am I?

There’s a sick feeling in my stomach, because it feels so good to have him thrusting inside of me, and my body is confused. My brain wants to rebel, but the ache between my thighs is getting to be too much.

“I could talk about how great you looked splattered in blood,” Giulio says. After a beat, he adds, “At the cocktail party. But I really liked—” He bottoms out in me and closes his eyes. “You still fucking tried to save them. Fuck, you’re so naive. But really fucking sweet. Covering for people who don’t deserve it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Please don’t,” I whisper. “I can’t… I can’t come with you talking about that.”

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