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“We aren’t married,” Vanessa says, her voice sharp as she releases my cock. “Stop pretending we are. I’m not marrying you. Not now, not ever.”

Slayer snorts. “Because you have so many options,” he remarks. “But hey, if you decide to give him a penectomy, I’ll be right there to help you, sweetcheeks.”

“If we get married, that’ll be the Pavone-Bellini union my old man always dreamed of!” I laugh and pull her closer to me. “If we did it for real, I wouldn’t have to simply roleplay. Which do you prefer?”

Her hand doesn’t go back to my cock, and I feel her trembling. She glances up at my face, and there’s a fierceness there that’s so at odds with the meekness she’s shown since she got caught at Slayer’s precinct. “I’m not marrying you,” she repeats. “Not for real, not fake. I’d rather Slayer help me with cut—” She seems to realize what she’s saying, and she goes abruptly silent.

Slayer bursts out laughing. “So the kitten does have claws. I thought you got them removed, with how soft and sweet she’s been lately.”

“It’d be very fitting,” I say with amusement. “Seeing as how your sister’s men cut off my old man’s balls. You Bellini girls, so bloodthirsty.”

“It wasn’t Lucia’s idea!” Vanessa snaps. “Lucia isn’t… She’s not like that.”

It takes everything I can muster not to burst out laughing. If the reports I’ve been getting out of Benton City are correct, Vanessa really, really doesn’t know anything about her sister.

But I’ll let her find out on her own.

“All right, enough small talk.” I scoot forward in the chair a little bit. “Come, make yourself comfortable on my lap.” I pat my thigh to beckon her.

Vanessa is still shaking a little, and for a moment, I think she’s going to refuse me. I arch my brows at her, silently daring her to argue. The night’s been good so far, even if we have been teasing her, and I’d like it to stay that way.

Not that it means I won’t hesitate to make her do what I want.

Either she realizes that, or she just thinks better of pissing me off, because she settles awkwardly down in my lap—keeping the fabric of her dress between my hard cock and her soft pussy.

“Honey, you know I wouldn’t tease you like that.” I pull on the fabric of her dress and get a hand under her ass to force her up. She clutches the edge of the table and does her best to sit up the bare minimum, but I manage to get her skirt free.

“We… We have company. Darling,” Vanessa says.

I chuckle and press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I love that you’re playing along.” Now unhindered, I run a finger along the folds of her pussy. “But I believe I said we were kinky swingers. And our guests are here for a reason.”

She whimpers, squirming, but I keep touching her. It isn’t long before I’m rewarded with moisture on my fingertips.

“My beautiful, nymphomaniac wife,” I murmur, pulling my fingers away. I hold them up for Damien and Slayer to see, then I rub them along Vanessa’s lips. “All ready for me. Come on, let’s show our guests what’s in store for them.”

6

VANESSA

Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling right now.

It’s bad enough that Giulio is playing like we’re married, like we’re some sort of adventurous swinger couple, but for my body to react to his touch like this… Will I ever get some sort of reprieve?

Stef had said she was always bone dry, and I wish I was. I wish they weren’t so easily able to get my body to betray me.

I try to keep my mouth closed, but Giulio pushes his fingers past my lips until I can taste myself on them. It only makes things that much worse. I don’t humiliate myself further by sucking on his fingers, even though I know it would probably make him happy.

“All right. Impale yourself on my cock. You need somebody to help you with that? I’m sure Damien and Slayer would give you a hand,” Giulio says, thrusting his fingers slowly in and out of my mouth like they’re his cock.

I shake my head quickly, pulling back as much as I can, but his fingers chase me, so I have no choice but to continue to take them past my lips, over and over. For a second, I’m tempted to bite down, but I know that would be a terrible idea.

It doesn’t stop me from wanting to, though.

I adjust the dress, my cheeks burning as I stall. I don’t dare look at Damien or Slayer, not wanting to see the hunger I know will be so prevalent on their features. I close my eyes, focusing only on Giulio and pretending I’m not humiliating myself in front of all three of them for their twisted pleasure.

Slowly, I lift myself up, and I fumble with Giulio’s hard, leaking cock.

The only mercy is that I managed to get one of those contraceptive sponges inside of me before this mockery of a “date.” He might be forcing me to take him bare—like always—but I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant from this.

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