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I look past Giulio, to where Damien is standing with his hand on Giulio’s shoulder. “Stop scaring her. Stress is bad for pregnant women.”
I’m not sure whether I should be grateful to him for intervening. I know he’s not a nice guy. He’s held scissors to my throat, only hours after I watched another man be stabbed in the neck with a similar kind. He’s groped me, stared at me, taken pictures of me… He doesn’t have my best interests at heart.
He only cares about the nonexistentbaby.
“She’s not even pregnant yet,” Giulio whines. Then he turns his head to kiss Damien’s arm. “Stop being a spoilsport.”
“Fine, whatever. I can get her wet from just my cock,” Slayer sneers. He looks down at me. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”
I almost want to roll my eyes. If I wasn’t so terrified, I would.
He grabs his cock, and I stare up into his eyes. There’s nothing warm about them. They’re cold and glittering, and it’s obvious he’s getting off on my discomfort and tears.
He shifts, and I feel the heat of the head of his cock pressing against my clit. I brace myself, expecting him to just push into me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he uses his cock like he might a finger, and the warmth of it sends something unexpected blossoming through me.
“Relax,” he tells me, as if it’s that easy. He kisses me again, his tongue lightly flicking against the seam of my lips as he tries to wordlessly coax me to open my mouth.
I’m torn between wanting him to get me wet so his is the only cock I have to take tonight and wanting him not to have any effect on me at all, and I don’t know which is stronger.
I part my lips, going with the lesser of two evils as I try to convince my body that this is something I’m doing because I want to—not because I have to.
Slayer reaches over me and grabs a condom, tearing it open with his teeth before sliding it on. “We’ll go slow,” he tells me, like that’s somehow supposed to be reassuring.
Giulio pulls his cock out of his slacks and starts stroking himself. “Fuck, this is so hot. Never get bored of watching you with a chick. Damien, go play with her breasts or something.”
I hear Damien sigh, but he circles around to sit on my other side of the king-sized bed. I’m completely surrounded now, with truly no hope of escaping them.
Damien puts one of his large hands on my breast, covering it completely. “Shh. Don’t worry, you’re fine.”
“I thought you didn’t want her getting wet,” Slayer says, smirking. “If all three of us are paying attention to her, you don’t have a chance of planting your seed tonight, Jules.”
“Nah, I just figure, it’s impolite toward her. She’ll probably barely notice your tiny dick.” Giulio winks at me, like he just made a hilarious joke.
Slayer scowls. “I’m sorry some of us areaverage-sized.”
It’s almost funny, to think of this huge man as having an average-sized or even a small cock, but I’m relieved for it—even if it makes me wonder how well-endowed Giulio and Damien are, to mock Slayer like this.
Slayer goes back to rubbing his cockhead against my clit, gliding along it with the help of the condom. “Relax for me,” he says again.
My breath hitches when he starts to slowly push into me, and I whimper. Even though it’s uncomfortable, it doesn’t outright hurt. I don’t have much experience to judge his size by, but if they’re saying this is on the small side, I’m grateful it’s him and not one of them.
He groans, pushing a little harder as he meets resistance, and I wince.
“She’s getting slick,” Slayer announces. “This isn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Keep playing with her tits, Damien.”
Damien shoots him a glare, even though he’s already doing just that, and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip when he lightly squeezes one of my nipples with his large hand. It feels… good.
It shouldn’t, and the thought of it is nearly enough to make me panic. I don’t want any of this to feel good, even if it will get me out of taking all three of them.
But my body isn’t getting the memo, and between Slayer’s kisses and Damien’s touches, it becomes easier for Slayer to invade my body with his cock.
It isn’t long before he’s bottomed out, his pelvis flush with my own, and I can feel his balls against my ass. He’s breathing heavier, and I’m struck by how handsome he could be if he wasn’t such an asshole. All three of them are good-looking, which makes me wonder why they have to torment me when they could probably get someone willing to do all of this.
“She’s so tight, Jules,” Slayer groans. “Christ. I love new girls.”
“Some of the ‘new’ girls are already used up.” Giulio briefly stops stroking himself to run that same hand along my side. “Guess there weren’t that many college boys for sweet Vanessa though.”
No, there had only been one, and he hadn’t felt quite like… This.
