Page 41 of Ruining Vanessa

“Nice. Desperate to be filled up and pumped full. Guide my cock inside you.” I get my cock a bit closer to her hole to help her out.

Her eyes are glazed with the rapidly falling tears, and her humiliation gets me even harder. If only I wasn’t here because of what Elena said, I’d be enjoying this.

I push away that thought as her fingers wrap around me and she starts to guide the tip of my cock to her slick hole. I groan as I push inside in one smooth thrust, making her cry out in surprise. But within seconds, she’s moaning.

I was provoking her when I said she was made for this, but from how her cunt convulses around me, it might almost be true. I’ve been with plenty of men and women, but there’s something about Vanessa that’s different. Maybe it’s just the fact that her body seems to react without any of her mind’s input at all, and that’s just fucking hot.

I bottom out inside her, and I wonder if I can feel the sponge. But, as sensitive as my cock is, warmth is warmth, and her walls don’t feel any different from all the other times I’ve been inside her.

I feel a rush of anger again, and I thrust in and out more vigorously than I’d intended. Her body slides up the bed, and the frame squeaks in protest. She’s making little pained noises, like she does when Slayer is fucking her especially hard, but her body just gets slicker and slicker around me. She’s tight like a glove, fitting my cock flawlessly, and each time she flinches, she bears down on me.

“How’s it feel?” I ask her, suppressing a snarl. My fingers dig into her thighs a little harder than I mean to, but she’s lucky I didn’t call Slayer in to really do some damage.

There’s an idea, though.

Vanessa looks helplessly up at me, and I can see the confusion, arousal, and discomfort all in her expression at once. She seems lost, but she has to know by now that I’ve discovered her dirty little secret.

“It feels good,” she whimpers. “F-fuck me harder, Giulio.”

I don’t really need the encouragement to pound into her harder. My anger is making it easy to use her more carelessly, less like the precious thing Damien treats her as. He’s going to be devastated when he finds out what she’s been doing, and that only makes me rage harder at her. After all he’s done for me, I want to give him this in return. He doesn’t ask for much, and he deserves to have this one, simple thing.

Why did she have to ruin this for all of us?

“By the way,” I say, slamming into her harder, “we’ve been treating you well, haven’t we?”

Her fingers dig into the blankets, gripping them tightly. “Y-yes,” she says, stammering over the simple answer as she winces in pain.

I swallow a groan when her cunt squeezes around me. “Right. I haven’t pimped you out. I feed you well. I even forgave your little escape attempt. Better than being one of the other girls here.”

“Giulio,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

I stop moving to stare down at her. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

I’m really fucking curious to see if she’ll be honest now. I know what I’m hoping for.

She licks her lips, and for a moment, I think she’ll admit to what she’s done. Instead, she says, “For trying to run away.” She doesn’t look at me as she speaks, though, which makes me wonder what she was really going to say. Not that it matters. She’s still fucking lying to me.

I growl and pull out entirely. “You know. I’ve heard stories from Benton City. About what Victor Corvi is doing with his new toy—I mean, ‘girlfriend.’ There’s a lot of bloodshed involved. You really should be thanking Damien for insisting we take you.”

Vanessa’s breathing hard, and she stares up at me. She brushes at her tears, but they just fall faster. I’ve hit her where it hurts, which is good because she’s managed to hit Damien below the belt, too.

I stroke my cock once, then slap the inside of her thigh. “Well? I said you should be thanking Damien. Thanking me. Because I’ve seen pictures. They aren’t pretty.”

Never mind that the pictures were of my men, and the stories were about Corvi’s new toy luring them into traps.

“I… Thank you,” she manages to get out, but her fear seems to be heightening even more.

If I wasn’t so fucking pissed, it would be so hot.

“Which is why, I really have to ask,” I say as I sit down on the bed, “why the fuck you would try to betray us.” I grip her thigh, and without warning, thrust my fingers inside her.

Vanessa screams and struggles, but my fingers find the sponge’s fabric loop. I pull it out forcefully and discard it on her stomach.

Her eyes are wide with disbelief and pain, and she sobs harder before closing them tightly and trying to roll over onto her side.

I tighten my grasp on her inner thigh, using my other hand to pin her down on her back. “Oh, no you don’t,” I growl at her.

“Please, I’m sorry, please,” she starts to babble. “I didn’t… I wasn’t…”

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