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“I shot a woman who had gone a very long way out of her way to be shot. I ended what had to be ended.”
There was no point in discussing it any further. They had been over the issue a dozen times, and there was no such thing as resolution. There was also no such thing as escape. Or freedom. There was no way out of Angelo’s web, and she had no right to complain about it, having chosen it knowing precisely what kind of man he was.
“You stole a motorbike!” Bobby beamed with pride. “That was amazing. I’ve never been more proud of anyone for anything, ever.”
“Thanks,” Gemma smiled back at him. She was still furious with Angelo, but she couldn’t maintain cold fury forever. She wasn’t Willow.
“Stop it, boy.”
Mark gave both of them a glowering stare, which went equally unheeded by both parties. There was a new dynamic emerging. An equal one. 2 vs. 2. Older vs. younger. Mature authoritarian energy vs. young chaotic energy.
“The four of us are the new House of Vitali. We are bound by the desire to be here. We have all been hurt. We have all hurt. But we are here because we need to be. We are here because we belong. And we need to make that known. Physically.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about taking one burden from you that you no longer need,” Angelo purred.
“You’ve been a good girl,” Bobby winked, reminding her of what he’d said she needed to be if she wanted to have sex with him.
“You have not been a good girl at all,” Mark contradicted. “But you are our girl. And you need to know that.”
They drew closer to her, three men stripping the virgin of the clothes in which she had made her apologies. Gemma did not know where to look as her virginal shyness began to well up inside her all over again. This was happening so quickly, and yet it had taken absolutely forever to happen. She’d been with them for months, and now she was finally going to be fully indoctrinated.
“What is happening….”
“I think you know what is happening,” Angelo declared. “You are being initiated, Gemma. You are claiming your place here, with us, and being claimed in return. After today, you will never again wonder if you belong here. You will know in your core who owns you.”
Entire nude, she was laid back on the dining table. Angelo took his place between her thighs, his shirt open to reveal the muscular alpha plane of his torso, his cock free from his pants. He remained otherwise dressed.
He had a very large manhood, a most intimidating rod which made her lower lips moisten in frightened anticipation. Foreplay, it seemed, was not a Vitali tradition. But the energy in the room, the pure unadulterated masculinity, the scent of male need was enough to make her wet.
“That’s a good girl,” Angelo purred. His cock was so thick and so perfect. Looking down the length of her bare body, Gemma felt herself quivering in anticipation. She should fight this man, but she had lost the will to resist him. She wanted to be claimed. She wanted to be absolved of all the guilt she had felt her entire life. She wanted to become Vitali and no longer concern herself with right or wrong.
His cock slid up her slit and back down, an almost casual carnal gesture. To Angelo, this was not a moment of great gravitas. This was a necessary claiming. She could see that in his eyes, and she could feel it in her belly. He was taking her because he wanted her under his control. That was why the head of his cock was piercing her pussy, finding the last remnants of hymen and darting through with a powerful stroke which left her in no doubt that her innocence had been ripped away for the final time. He was inside her now. She felt his flesh melting with hers, a great intrusion which could not come without pain.
Mark and Bobby were watching as Angelo claimed her for the first time. But they did not merely watch for long. Soon they joined in, and she had two more thick male rods to contend with, searching for the solace of her tight orifices. She reached for them, stroked them, tasted them, all the while Angelo fucked her with increasingly powerful strokes which obliterated all memory of virginity.
He pulled free with a roar, spending his seed all over her naked body. She felt hot splashes landing on her breasts, her stomach, even her neck.
Bobby plunged inside her next, his cock just as thick and eager to claim her. “Finally good enough for this dick,” he declared, pulling her back off the dining table enough to drive deep, his hands clenched around her thighs, her ass feeling the cool breeze as he thrust deep inside her, displacing whatever juices had been left inside by Angelo, who had already tucked his cock away and was watching with a sort of intense passion that made Gemma very frightened indeed.
