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I lean down to kiss her lips gently. I can feel her swallow hard, and part of me wants to tighten my hold on her neck, to see her struggle to take a breath. But she’s been through enough today, and I can be merciful just this once.
I roll my hips, moaning when her cunt tightens around me once more. The pleasure is starting to make it hard to think.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her when I break the kiss. I can see the tears in the corners of her eyes, and I brush them away. “Just enjoy yourself. All you have to think about right now is me.”
“I can’t…” Vanessa shudders beneath me. “This isn’t…” She wraps her arms around me, squeezing tight, and I welcome the feeling. Soon enough, she’ll do this of her own volition, unable to stop herself from seeking out pleasure.
I’m close, so fucking close, and her little noises drive me over the edge. I pull out, coming all over her beautiful little cunt as she writhes beneath me. I fumble for my phone, and it’s my turn to take a picture for Giulio.
Her eyes are closed, and I take another picture of her, full body this time with her shirt pushed up above her breasts and her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
I can’t believe how perfect she is, how lucky I was to stumble across her. Emilio was foolish to ignore her—but I’m glad he did, because he would have destroyed her.
Giulio texts back almost immediately.Fucking hot.
Yes. Yes, she is. I smile affectionately at her and sit down next to her so I can stroke her belly once more.
“You’re beautiful, Vanessa,” I tell her.
She sobs and shakes her head. “No, I…” Then she wipes her tears and tries to sit up. “I need to clean up.”
I push her back down again and kiss her stomach. “Not yet. Let’s just enjoy the moment a bit.”
Vanessa looks pleadingly at me, but I ignore her. Instead of moving away, I reach down to rub at her cunt, enjoying the feeling of my cum in her pubic hair. It’ll be a mess when it dries, a reminder of what happened.
Of course, Giulio might’ve given her the ultimate reminder that morning, and my hand slides up to rub her stomach.
“Just think, Vanessa,” I tell her. “You might already be pregnant. And if you’re not… you will be soon.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes, but she lets me pull her into my arms and cuddle her close. I kiss her neck, exhaustion settling over me as I lie with her, and I let myself drift into sleep.
21
VANESSA
Ineed to get up and shower again, but I can’t find the energy to move. My eyes are burning with all the tears I’ve shed, but somehow, I’ve cried so much that all I’m doing now is dry sobbing.
When I close my eyes, I can still see the cop’s face as he convulsed. As he died.
When I close my eyes, I can still feel Damien’s tongue on me, his cock in me. The pleasure that overtook me, despite how a man had died in this very room, on the same day.
That thought is enough to get me up, and I go straight for the small shower in the room. I turn it on, waiting for the water to warm up before stepping under the stream. I wish the water would wash away the memories, but nothing can do that.
I start to scrub at myself, staring at the shower wall so I don’t have to look at my room.
I don’t know how much time passes before I turn the water off. I’m still dripping water, just reaching for the towel, when Stef opens the door and lets herself in with my breakfast.
“Hey,” I say, blushing a little. But at least it’s only Stef and not any of the men.
She puts the tray on the bed and thankfully looks away while I get dressed. I hesitate for a second when pulling on the now-dry panties and jeans, but I can’t get myself to choose the oversized shirt instead. I want the comfort of real clothes.
When I’m fully dressed, I go to sit with Stef.
Her eyes widen a bit when she sees me, but she doesn’t comment on the clothes. Instead, she asks, “How are you?”
I shift uncomfortably beneath her gaze, but it’s not enough to make me change my mind about the decision to wear clothes. Her question strikes a chord within me, though, and it’s all I can do not to burst out crying. The weight of the past few days is so heavy, and I wish I could tell her everything that had happened.
“I’m… okay,” I mumble, looking down at the tray of food. “What about you?”
