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“It’s true! I don’t want to… please, I’ll fuck you here, on Vanessa’s bed. I’ve been so good to you, haven’t I? But I don’t want to touch my sister.” Despite how disgusted I am, I push my torso against him so he can feel my breasts. “Please.”
Pavone grunts. “I don’t really feel like watching anyway,” he says, sliding his hands down to my ass and kneading the flesh. “Get your ass on the bed. Legs spread wide and touch yourself. I want you to be drenched when I get to you. Imagine your sister eating you out if you have to.”
That’s not going to help me get turned on. I think I’m going to be sick.
“You,” he says, gesturing to Vanessa, “you watch and learn.”
Pavone releases me, and I go to the bed, lying down on my back and parting my legs. I bite my bottom lip, trying to think of anythingbutmy sister. I can’t get the horrible image out of my mind, so I think instead of Angelo and his kiss, the way we’d flirted with disaster. If it hadn’t been for Pavone, would we have fucked? Or would he have just tried to strangle me again?
Gingerly, I bring my hand down between my legs, starting to stroke my clit. “I’m thinking aboutyou,” I tell Pavone, making my voice breathless. “About how good your cock feels inside me. How you can make me come from it. I didn’t know that was even possible.”
I should win an Oscar.
Pavone puts his hands on my inner thighs and pushes them wider apart. “Damien, you got your phone on you? I’d love a few pics of this. They’d go great over the fireplace mantle.”
Fuck, isn’t it bad enough that he’s got me splayed wide in front of my sister? I don’t want every single person walking into the house to see me exposed like this. But I cover my mouth and pretend to moan while I keep massaging my clit. I try to imagine a better situation—Saint with his tongue on me, using his piercing to rub my clit and get me properly aroused. Unfortunately, even that image can’t erase Pavone and Rossi’s presence. It can’t erase the knowledge that I’m doing all of this in front of my sister.
“If you want those kinds of pictures, invite Giulio and his camera,” Rossi says. “Or just have him take photos of the girls already there, they probably have more attractive cunts anyway.”
“That’s my future wife you’re insulting!” Pavone complains, but apparently he isn’t actually offended because he laughs and sticks two fingers inside me. “Don’t talk about Giulio right now, anyway. I don’t want to think about my son while I’m fucking my bride.”
Oh, it’s fine if he talks aboutmyfamily, but his own is off limits?
I grimace due to his clumsy fingers inside me, jabbing with no finesse. When he pulls them out, they’re only a little bit slick.
“Well, now I know you really weren’t fucking Stevie.” He brings his fingers to my lips and rubs the fluids off on them. “I think that’s what I’ll do. Daily inspections for you, until I can be sure you’re not trying to fuck me over.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, going back to rubbing my clit even as my eyes burn with unshed tears of frustration and misery.
He slaps my inner thigh. “That’s right. Show me some respect in my home.”
His home?Myhome.
But I guess it doesn’t matter now.
“I’m tired of waiting for you,” Pavone says. He unfastens his pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it slowly. “Do you always take forever to get wet?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
No.
There are three men in particular who can get me wet in a heartbeat. Pavone just isn’t one of them, and he never will be.
He lines himself up and thrusts in, the friction burning. I have to turn my pained whimper into something resembling a moan.
Then I make the mistake of looking to the side. My eyes meet Vanessa’s.
She’s crying, and her bare chest trembles with suppressed sobs. Rossi’s scissors are still sitting against her throat, an ever-present threat reminding her to sit still.
I want to tell her that I’m fine. That this is nothing. Sure, it’s a bit painful, yes, it’s utterly humiliating, but it’s worth it if it keeps her from experiencing the same things.
She closes her eyes and averts her gaze. Rossi strokes her head almost absently, like he’s trying to fucking reassure her.
I’m going to have Angelo murder you, I think distantly. Pavone keeps pounding into me, I make appropriate noises, but the image of Angelo eviscerating them both stays in my mind.
I can do it, too. Angelo didn’t give me away, although he had the opportunity, which is a good sign. He doesn’t hate me completely.
I just need to find a way to talk to him in private.
