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“Gonna fill you up,” Giulio says, mouthing along my spine. “Make you swell up with my baby. You’ll glow beautifully. Nice, round belly…”
I shake my head, but any protests I want to make are lost as he nails that perfect spot over and over. Tears are still leaking down my cheeks, and I’m still trying so hard not to moan even though the thought of getting pregnant is terrifying.
I always wanted children, but never likethis. I never wanted the father of my children to be a mafia boss who gets off on terrorizing me.
To wonder if it’s even going tobethe mafia boss, or one of his friends.
My thoughts are obliterated as he pushes into me again, and this time, I have to grip the desk as I wail out my second climax. Everything is still so sensitive from the first time, and it’s even more intense the second time around—even when he’s inside of me, talking about breeding me.
Maybe especially because he’s inside of me.
Giulio groans loudly and tenses. I feel that flood of heat, more and more familiar each time.
I wish I didn’t know what this felt like. I wish I was still naive and ignorant, thinking sex was simply a guy shoving it in me a few times and leaving me unsatisfied. I wish I didn’t know I could come from this.
We both stay like that, panting, for a while. It’s not until Giulio’s cock softens entirely that he pulls out, but he keeps his hand on my back. “Hold like that for a second.”
I look over my shoulder, horrified to see him holding up his phone and aiming it at my wrecked pussy.
He catches my gaze and winks at me. “I’m sending it to Damien. He’s gonna love this. I made sure to capture my cum splattered around your hole.”
I quickly turn my head, not wanting him to be able to catch my face in his pictures. I know he’s focused on where he’s just come, but I don’t want to be in any photograph, especially with that too-short, sleazy schoolgirl skirt shoved up around my waist.
I’m utterly drained, still coming down from the force of my climax, and I close my eyes. If I could just pretend this was someone else… but I don’t have a list of guys in my head I fantasize about. Not even actors, or models, or singers… I wish I did, so I could think about them when Giulio and the others are inside of me.
Giulio slaps my ass. “All right, let’s get to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.” There’s a buzz from his phone. “Oh, and Damien says you look good. He hopes you get preggers fast.”
I straighten as he steps away from me, still using the desk to keep me upright as I wobble a little on my feet. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, and I grimace. I wipe away the tears from my eyes, not wanting him to see that he made me cryagain, and try not to wince when he mentions Damien hoping I getpreggers.
They’re disgusting.
I hate them so much it hurts.
17
VANESSA
For a moment upon waking, I think I’m in my own soft, comfortable bed. I start to stretch, but I quickly run into resistance when I realize someone’s draped half over me. I freeze, looking over to see Giulio.
He’s still asleep, and he looks almost guileless. He doesn’t look like the monster who’d tortured me the previous night—who’d brought me to two orgasms against my will. He looks like a jerk with the frosted tips in his hair, because really, who does that these days? But for the most part, there’s nothing to identify him as anything more than an average guy, let alone a mafia boss.
I start to carefully pull my leg out from beneath him, pausing when he stirs a little. If I can just get out of bed without him waking up…
But he’s so heavy that moving him feels damn near impossible.
I must squirm too much, because his eyes open, focusing on mine. I stare back at him like a frightened rabbit, like I’ve just been caught doing something terrible.
“I have to pee,” I quickly blurt out, as though he’s really going to buy that as an excuse for why I’m trying to get out of the bed without waking him up.
Giulio yawns and rolls off me, pointing to the door behind him. “Right there.” He looks blearily at me. “I don’t have to warn you about trying anything stupid, right?”
I shake my head meekly as I climb out of the bed, self-conscious of my nudity and wishing I wasn’t on display like this. It had felt so nice after sleeping on the cramped, uncomfortable bed at the club, and I almost wish I’d just lain there a moment under the blankets to enjoy the feeling. But how could I really enjoy it with Giulio right there?
I go into the bathroom and cast a look around. It’s fancy and spacious, with a separate tub from the shower that looks like it might be a jacuzzi. It’s surprisingly clean, but I doubt he does the work on his own. I eye the shaving kit and the razor on the counter, remembering Elena’s words—then Giulio’s, warning me not to do anything stupid.
I doubt I could handle the pain of tearing into my own wrists, especially with something as small as a razor, and Giulio would be in here before I had the chance to bleed out. There’s nothing else I see that I could use, and honestly, no matter how miserable the situation is, I don’t want to die.
I just don’t want to live like this.
