Page 51 of Ruining Vanessa

At least a month.

I can’t really let loose on Vanessa, and honestly… I don’t want to. I’m pissed at her, but not to the point where I want to cut her into pieces.

“Hey, Jules? Do I have to worry about scarring, or should I just carve your name into her breast?” I ask casually, watching her shudder.

“That sounds really hot, but Damien might be upset if we damage her milkers.” Giulio taps his jaw like he’s thinking about it. “How about a mark on her side? So she remembers who she belongs to.” He chuckles. “That’s just the permanent one. If you want to give her small cuts, I don’t really care where you do that.”

“What kind of mark do you want? A big G?” I ask, turning Vanessa so I can examine her side. “It’s not the best place to leave a mark, and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but hey, actions have consequences and all.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not that egotistical!” Giulio complains. “Let’s be a little classier than that. How about a heart, and… ‘GDS’ inside. She belongs to all three of us, after all.”

Which is probably why I can’t shake off this anger, this sensation that’s so foreign to me. How is it I’m so upset that she tried to avoid getting pregnant? Usually, I’d be pissed if one of the women I fucked tried to get knocked up.

Vanessa whimpers and wraps her arms around herself again. Her hair is dripping onto the rest of her body, and she must be freezing.

“Sure. I need a flat canvas for that, so let’s move to the main event hall.” I grab Vanessa’s arm and drag her toward the far door. Giulio follows us.

As soon as I hit the light switch, Vanessa stops.

“N-no. Wh-what?” She shakes her head and digs her bare feet into the floor. Her gaze is glued to the far wall, where several sharp implements hang.

It’d be more effective if they were covered in blood, but that’s unprofessional and dangerous. All of my tools are completely clean.

Giulio pats Vanessa’s shoulder. “What’s the hold-up? Get moving, I’m getting seriously blue-balled here.”

“Please,” Vanessa begs, new tears spilling down her cheeks as she stares at the wall, paralyzed with her fear—which is exactly what I want to see. Well. I want her to move eventually, but I’m enjoying the sheer terror that radiates off of her. It almost feels like I can lean in and taste it.

So I do. I lean in, and I flick my tongue against her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. It makes me moan, and I kiss her hard, forcing her to taste herself.

But Giulio isn’t the only one getting a serious case of blue balls.

I shove her forward, pushing her in the direction of the big table I use to break down and dress wild game—and bodies. I keep it clean, or as clean as it can be given I’m not out here that much. I can’t leave traces of my extra-curricular activities, after all.

She stumbles, and I catch her arm to keep her from falling as I force-march her toward the table. I grab her by the waist before she can react and lift her up, setting her down. “Lie down,” I order.

Vanessa looks past me at Giulio, pleading wordlessly with him, and I glance back at him to see his expression.

Giulio’s entirely fixated on Vanessa, grinning wildly. There’s something in his eyes that makes me hesitate—a lust that I don’t usually see, even when we’ve been out here together with other toys. Just how angry is he? I know he’s upset, but in the grand scheme of things, Vanessa’s little trick only delayed the inevitable.

“Lie down,” Giulio repeats, voice hard and unyielding.

Vanessa sobs and shakes her head. “Please. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Jules…” I start to say, and I don’t recognize the turmoil inside of me. I have a gorgeous woman in front of me, terrified and just ripe for the picking, and I’m hesitating? Usually, I’m the one who’s going full force, with Giulio encouraging me but never with that sort of single-minded focus. “Maybe we should just take her inside. She’s probably learned her lesson.”

Giulio’s head whips toward me. “I don’t think she has. But if you don’t want to cut her up, hand me your fucking knife and I’ll do it myself.”

His voice is so fucking strange, and I don’t get why this is such a huge deal that he’d insist on doing this no matter what I say. Usually, it’s guys out here, though, and maybe I’m a little softer on women than I want to admit.

Maybe.

Just a little.

At least, with Vanessa…

I clench my jaw and shake my head. Giulio is good at a lot of things, but this is my specialty. If anyone is going to carve Vanessa up, it’s going to be me. I know how hard to press, where to place the blade for the maximum impact, and what will scar and what won’t.

Hell, maybe I’m a little worried about what Damien’s going to think after all, and if he finds out Giulio did this himself…

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