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“Fuck off,” Slayer snaps. “My cock can get her plenty turned on.”
No, it can’t. I can’t think of anything less arousing than being here with them.
Giulio winks at me as he starts peeling the panties off. “You wanna bet? Vanessa, if Slayer manages to get you wet, I’ll let you off the hook for tonight. He’ll be the only cock you’ll have to take. The pregnancy thing can wait a few days.”
I’m consumed by dread. There’s no way he’ll be able to get me wet. I’m going to have to take all three of them, and I’m going to have to do it while I’m dry—unless they make me bleed. I whimper.
No one named Slayer, with such a preposterous nickname that it seems terrifying, is going to be able to pleasure me.
What’s more, I don’twanthim to.
Slayer sits up straight. “Hah! You can forget about coming inside her tonight!” he crows. “She’s going to be dripping for me. I hear pregnant women get horny as fuck. Maybe she’ll lose the shyness and get real freaky once you knock her up.” He comes to stand next to Giulio, reaching out to toy with my nipples before he yanks my underwear abruptly down. “All right, enough games. Get on the bed, bitch, and spread your legs.”
Giulio steps away from me. “Stop glowering, Damien. I’ve gone this long without kids, waiting one day to even attempt it isn’t gonna kill me.”
Damien huffs through that glower. “Of course it won’t. I just prefer watching you rather than Slayer.”
Slayer grabs my hand, jerking so I have to rely on him to avoid tumbling to the ground in a spill. I step down awkwardly, and he pulls me in the direction of the bed. “Condoms still in the basket by the bed? Don’t need lube,” he says. “I need proof that she’s soaked from my cock.”
I’m not going to be soaked. I might be slick from blood, but that’s all he can hope for.
This is going to be uncomfortable, to put it lightly, and I start to try to brace myself.
I can’t, though. There’s no way to prepare myself for this, for him, and my vision blurs as a new wave of tears spills from my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t.
“Yep, still by the bed,” Giulio says. “Like you haven’t done this a hundred times.”
Slayer rolls his eyes. “Well?” he asks expectantly, oblivious to—or ignoring—my mental struggle as he gestures to the bed. “Get the fuck up there. Jesus, do you have to be told every step of the way what to do? You’re like a fucking doll.”
If that turns him off, that’s what I’d rather be, but I get on the bed and spread my legs.
Lie back and think of England, I think hysterically, choking on a half-laugh, half-sob.
I can hear Slayer fumbling with his clothes, and I squeeze my eyes tightly closed. The bed dips under his weight when he climbs onto it.
“Crude as always,” Damien mutters. “With that level of romance, it’s a wonder women aren’t throwing themselves at you.”
Giulio laughs, sitting down next to me on the bed. I’m not sure when he crossed the room, but he’s too close. They’re all too close. “Damn, that’s funny, Damien. You gonna take that lying down, Slayer?”
To my shock, Slayer leans down, and I feel his breath ghost across my lips before he’s kissing me, full and deep, heedless of the fact that I’m not kissing back. His arms are braced on either side of me, and I feel boxed in even before he settles his weight gently on top of me. I can feel the hardness of his cock against me, and it makes me cry even harder as it drives in the inevitability of it all.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You want to please the boss, don’t you?” Slayer murmurs against my mouth.
I don’t want to please anyone.
“It’s just a kiss, baby,” he coaxes. “Just a kiss.”
A kiss that’s going to lead to so much more. I can feel the tears start to fall again, and he licks them away with a moan.
“Oh, that’s precious. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Slayer promises me, like that’s even possible.
I feel like a virgin all over again, fumbling and awkward, but the few times I’ve had sex haven’t been like this. I had been eager, willing, in a relationship that had slowly led up from kissing tomaking love. This is going to be so far from that.
Giulio strokes his knuckles along my neck. “I don’t know, is it cheating if you give her foreplay? You said she’d get wet from your cock alone.”
“I’m not a total asshole,” Slayer retorts. “I don’t want to fuck a dry pussy.”
“But you said your cock would be enough. If we want it to be fair—” Giulio suddenly yelps. “What the fuck, Damien?”
