Page 34 of Ruining Vanessa

The rumors that one Bellini woman, at least, is thriving in captivity.

I don’t think Vanessa needs to know about that.

“You’re both being pampered and protected by powerful people. A lot of your father’s former allies would rather see you tortured and killed.” I tighten my grip on her jaw. “How do you think I stayed calm all day?”

“You always stay calm,” she snaps. “Even when Giulio is being a dick. You don’t lose your temper. It’s not like it’s anything new, and it certainly has nothing to do with me. You’ve always been like this.”

It would be easy to move my hand to her beautiful, slim neck and squeeze. To see her gasping for air, eyes turning glassy.

But that’s another game I don’t want to play when I’m not feeling my best. I kiss her cheek gently in apology for even having thought about it.

“I don’t lose sight of my goal,” I answer. “I know what I’m working toward, and why. I knew I’d see you today, and that everything I’ve done so far has been worth it simply for that.”

Vanessa shakes her head. “You really are delusional, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice sounding so bitter that I’m a little surprised. She’s been so well-behaved recently. I don’t know why she’s being so prickly with me.

“I’m realistic,” I respond calmly. “I know how this world works. I thought you’ve been learning it, too.” Then I sigh and back off a little. “Would you prefer if I call Giulio and tell him about how my day’s been going?”

She goes still at that. “What are you saying? I know you’re threatening me, but I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

I pull out my phone and open the texts from Giulio. One of the photos is still visible in the texting chain.

I click over to the response line and begin typing, Vanessa doesn’t want a dicking.

“Should I send this?” I ask her. It feels a little underhanded, invoking Giulio, but I really am tired, and all I want is to enjoy an hour or so with Vanessa. I don’t get to see her as often as I would like, not with how busy I am managing the messes Giulio’s father—and Vanessa’s father—left behind.

“N-no,” Vanessa says hurriedly. “You don’t need to tell him anything like that. What do you want from me, Damien? For me to pretend I want this? That I want you?”

“I want you to accept us.” I put my phone away without sending the message and place my hands on her shoulders, rubbing soothingly. “And we always make sure you enjoy yourself too. You’re… extremely lucky that it wasn’t you Emilio took a liking to.”

She’d seen what Emilio Pavone, Giulio’s father, had done to her sister. Even for Emilio, I thought it was a bit gruesome to fuck the sister in front of Vanessa and their mother, with their father’s corpse cooling in the room.

She pales at that, shuddering as the same memory probably hits her. Whatever thought it is that pops into her mind is enough to make her back down. “Okay,” she whispers. “What do you want me to do?”

“Unbutton my shirt,” I say. “Help me undress. And then you can ride me. That way, you’ll be in control.”

Vanessa flinches and shakes her head minutely, but she does begin unbuttoning my shirt with trembling hands. It’s adorable how carefully she does it—to stall for time, probably, but I don’t mind.

Once my shirt is open, I reluctantly let go of her so I can take it and my undershirt off. Then I reach for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. “Take this off. I want to see all of you.”

She briefly closes her eyes, but she nods and unbuttons the shirt she’s wearing—one of mine that looks so gorgeous on her—and lets it fall down to the bed around her.

I kiss the side of her neck while tugging at her leg. She allows me to get her ankle on the bed, and I pull away from her to unlock the ankle cuff.

Throughout it all, Vanessa eyes me warily.

I wish the chains weren’t necessary, but I can’t risk a repeat of her escape attempt.

“Now your panties,” I tell her.

She gets out of bed, her cheeks filling with color as she steps out of her panties. She’s completely nude in front of me now and just as utterly gorgeous as ever, and I urge her down for a kiss.

“And my pants,” I prompt her, kicking off my shoes. “You can just shove them down if you want, or you can take them the whole way off so I can embrace you after we’ve both had our orgasms.”

I lift my hips to accommodate her. Somewhat predictably, she only pushes my pants and boxers to my knees, and it makes me a little sad because I want to cuddle with her after. An hour here and there just isn’t enough for me, but it’s so hard to even find that much time.

I stretch out along the bed, and without being told, she gets astride me. She goes meek and shy, sitting back just behind my half-hard cock, tantalizingly close.

I smile at her and move her hand to my cock. “Get me hard. Feel free to use your mouth, if you want, but I want to come inside you. To… to help you get pregnant.”

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