Page 28 of Ruining Vanessa

“Sure. Come on.” He tosses the sheet off himself—one of three they’d dragged onto the bed—and climbs over Damien to get off the bed.

The curtains are still open, and the city lights offer just enough illumination for me to watch Giulio grab a pair of boxer briefs from his drawer and pull them on. He yawns again, then turns around to face me. “Aren’t you coming?”

I hesitate again. Slayer’s arm feels so heavy on me. I go to move it, expecting him to just shift out of the way like Damien had, but his eyes snap open and he stares at me. He grabs my wrist, as though he’s just caught me doing something I’m not supposed to be, and I freeze.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep.

“Bathroom,” I whisper, trembling from his reaction.

Slayer glances up, seeing Giulio standing there. He nods, as though that’s all the confirmation he needs, and lets go. I quickly shuffle to the foot of the bed then slide off, my heart racing.

When I glance back over, Slayer has pulled a pillow over his head, hiding from the light.

I let out a slow breath and go to Giulio. “Is he part pit bull?” I can’t help but ask, still feeling a little shaky from Slayer’s response.

“Either that or part pig?” Giulio hands me an oversized shirt, which I quickly pull on.

It’s long enough that it reaches mid-thigh, at least. If I were shorter, it would have been a decent nightshirt.

Giulio smiles at me and presses a kiss to my lips softly. “Mm. You do look hot like that. Okay. Bathroom.” He guides me towards the ensuite… and to my dismay, he follows me inside.

Once the door is mostly closed, he flips the light switch. I blink against the bright light, but the bathroom doesn’t look any different from the last time I was here.

Giulio wanders over to the sink and grabs a toothbrush. I watch with a strange disconnect as he starts casually brushing his teeth.

After a few moments, he turns around to look at me. “You forget how to pee?” he asks, words a bit muffled by the toothbrush.

I blush. “Well, no, but… I didn’t think you’d be in here while I did. I’ll just wait until you’re done…” I trail off. Watching me pee seems like something Damien would do, not Giulio, so I go to the door to wait for him to finish brushing his teeth.

“Nah, go ahead. No point in waiting for me.” Giulio motions towards the toilet, which even has a bidet next to it. At least there’s a little wall between the toilet and the sink, offering a very, very small measure of privacy.

I reluctantly go deeper into the bathroom to the toilet, but the idea of someone listening to me pee is almost enough to make me stop needing to go. Almost.

I sit down on the seat, my cheeks burning as I try to make myself pee with him standing so close.

The faucet turns on again, and I use that noise as a way to mask what I’m doing.

Of course, he turns the water off before I’m done, and I have to listen to the sound of my pissing echo in the marble bathroom.

Giulio walks over and leans against the dividing wall. He folds his arms across his chest while he watches me. “This embarrassing you?” he asks, with a slight quirk to his lips.

I glare at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” I retort, humiliation making my voice sharp. “You enjoying this?”

“Only ‘cause you look cute all red like that. Watersports isn’t really my thing.” Giulio taps his jaw, like he’s pretending to think. “I bet Damien gets off on it though. He seems like the type, right?”

I blink at him. “Watersports?” I wipe myself, getting quickly off the toilet and going to the sink to wash my hands while I try to get over some of the shame of feeling so violated.

Giulio laughs, and I hear him pissing too. I quickly turn the faucet on all the way to mask the sound. “Watersports, yeah. That means piss kink. Don’t ask me how it works, man. I’m pretty vanilla.”

“You?” I can’t help but laugh, though the sound is a bit forced, and my cheeks fill with color. “Vanilla?” I don’t want to think about how a piss kink would play into things, or whether Damien would be interested, or anything like that.

The toilet flushes, and Giulio wanders back toward the sink. He boxes me in, reaching forward to awkwardly wash his hands.

“You forgot to flush,” he says.

I blush. He has me so flustered that something that simple had completely escaped me, and I don’t know what to say about it. I mumble an apology, trying to squirm past him to dry my hands and put distance between us. He doesn’t let me move, though, keeping his front pressed against my back. His cock is thankfully uninterested, but I go still, not wanting to change that.

I’m surprised when he finishes washing his hands and backs away without more than a small kiss to my neck.

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