Page 36 of Ruining Vanessa

She’s breathing hard, still spasming around me, when the last traces of my orgasm are wrung out of me. I set my hands on her hips, steadying her. “You are so beautiful,” I tell her.

Vanessa shivers, but she doesn’t comment.

“Reach down and touch me,” I encourage her. “Get used to the way I feel under you, or over you. We’re going to be together for a very long time, Vanessa. Us, and Giulio.” And Slayer, if Giulio has his way, but I’m not bringing him into this moment.

She hesitates then brings her hands down, running her fingers through the hair on my chest. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes a little dazed, and I take the time to enjoy her in her post-orgasmic state.

I brush her face with my knuckles. Her eyes glisten—the orgasm so good, it brought her to tears.

“Did it feel good, Vanessa?” I ask in a hushed voice so as not to ruin the moment.

She hesitates then nods, and I smile at her.

“Come here,” I tell her. I help her off of me, then pull my pants and boxers the whole way off. “Let’s just lie together for a little bit, all right?” I grab her waist to pull her in close, and she settles into me with her back to my front. I wrap my arm around her and fumble for the sheet to protect us both from the cold of the room, mouthing a kiss at the back of her neck.

She lets me move her, still in a clear daze from the intensity of her climax, and she shivers a little as she settles against me.

I have time for a nap, surely. The door isn’t locked, but she’s not going to get out of my arms without me realizing she’s moving, and it’s not like she can get anywhere without clothes.

“You wanted to go back to sleep,” I murmur against her skin. “Let’s rest together. Maybe I’ll help you come again before I leave.”

Vanessa whimpers, and I nuzzle her. She wants it.

Or at the very least, she’s starting to pretend she does.

9

VANESSA

Damien doesn’t leave until hours later, and even with him gone it’s hard for me to fall asleep. I wash off his cum as best I can once he’s gone, but I have to hope the sponge inside me is doing its job to prevent me from getting pregnant.

It’s a good thing I’d put one in before going to bed. I’ve been doing that every day, going through these things like tissues just to be sure I’m always prepared.

For all that, they still only offer an 80% protection rate from pregnancy. I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself that’s still better than no protection at all.

Unfortunately, my supply is already getting low. I’ve had to sneak them out a few at a time, and they never last long.

I’m still drifting in and out of a fitful sleep when the door opens. I tense up, expecting Giulio or Slayer to demand to use me, but it’s just Stef with breakfast.

I sigh in relief. “Good morning.”

Stef gives me a wan smile in return. “Hi. Um, Damien left something for you. Aside from food, I mean.”

Dread pools in my stomach. I don’t think anything Damien left would be a good thing, and I don’t know why he wouldn’t have just given it to me the night before. Maybe he’d just forgotten.

“Oh?” I ask, swinging my legs down to the side of the bed so I can stand up and take the tray from her. I return to the bed to sit back down, and I see it: a little paper cup that looks like it’s meant to be filled with ketchup at a fast food chain. In it is a single pill. “What’s this?”

Stef shifts uncomfortably in front of me. “It’s… vitamins. He wants us to start giving them to you every morning.”

Bile rises up in my throat. Of course they’re vitamins. “Prenatal vitamins,” I guess in a hollow voice.

She gives me a small nod.

“I don’t suppose you’d let me flush it down the toilet,” I say, and when she blanches, I hold up a hand. “Sorry. Bad joke.” It hadn’t really been a joke at all, but I should’ve known better than to even suggest it.

“I’m supposed to watch you take it,” she mumbles, running a hand through her short blonde hair.

Of course she is.

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