Set during the early days of Damien’s obsession with Vanessa.
These bonus chapters from Damien’s point of view include interactions between Damien and Vanessa. They are set during the Spoils of Victory trilogy. Although they contain mild spoilers, you can enjoy them without having read the SoV trilogy. Also available to non-subscribers! 🙂
One
Set about a month after the start of Breaking Lucia.
The living room Bellini brought us to is generically classic, with that staged sense of style that Emilio favors in his own home. I don’t recognize the art on the walls, but I’ve never been much for paintings. I prefer other ways of laundering money.
We aren’t here to look at paintings, anyway.
Ostensibly, we’re here to oversee the retrieval of Giorgis Bellini’s daughter, who has been kidnapped several weeks ago. As Emilio Pavone’s consigliere, I’ve been ripped away from the other business I’d been overseeing in order to support Bellini’s efforts against his rival, Victor Corvi.
It’s all a lot more trouble than it’s worth. I’ve told Emilio that, but he has a lot of pride tied up in his marriage to Lucia Bellini. Never mind that he’ll grow bored of her after a few years, and probably get rid of her the way he’s gotten rid of his previous wives.
I would much rather be back in New Bristol and handling the usual business.
“It’s been a fucking month, Giorgis!” Emilio yells, his voice carrying through the mansion. Neither Emilio nor Bellini bothered to close the doors, so a few curious guards have stopped to eavesdrop on the conversation. I wonder what they think about their boss being chewed out by somebody.
“Yeah? Well, your Al Ricci didn’t do his job!” Bellini shouts back. “Some hotshot sniper he was!”
They aren’t going to get anywhere like this, but it isn’t my place to interrupt. I’m content to let Emilio sort out his own problems. I’d suspected that sending Al Ricci to retrieve Lucia would backfire, but Ricci himself had some sort of vested interest in messing with Corvi. Now we’re down one sniper and no closer to fixing the mess.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I take it out to see a text from Giulio Pavone, Emilio’s son.
I’m bored! Tell my old man to hurry up and get hitched already so you’re back in New Bristol.
No, I don’t think I will. But I am nervous about leaving Giulio on his own for so long. Not because I think he’ll be in danger—I’m very confident that he can take care of himself—but because of how reckless he’ll be with others. He has a knack for insulting people, and the more bored he is, the more likely he’s going to push buttons just for a few kicks. He sometimes acts more like a teenager than a thirty-year-old.
“Al Ricci’s been doing your jobs for years! If you didn’t trust him, you could have found somebody on your own payroll!”
I sigh and look out toward the hall again, hoping to catch which men are the eavesdroppers so I can grill them for information later.
There’s a woman standing next to one of the men now. Tall, with long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, wide eyes. No make-up that I can notice, but I’ve never paid that much attention to all the makeup tricks women do.
She’s the other Bellini daughter. Vanessa, if I recall correctly.
I glance at Emilio one more time, then down to my phone.
Maybe I’m a little bit bored too.
I get up and head toward the door. Neither Emilio nor Bellini stop in their tirade against each other, the volume escalating as it goes on. Eventually they’ll calm down and figure out a plan to deal with Victor Corvi properly. I have a few ideas for when they do, but for now there’s no point in getting in the middle of the mess.
Vanessa notices me approaching and backs up a few paces.
“Wait,” I call out to her. “Don’t go yet.”
She freezes, her eyes snapping to meet mine. She reminds me of a frightened doe, which seems ridiculous considering whose daughter she is. But it doesn’t seem like an act. She genuinely seems afraid of me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.
“You aren’t interrupting,” I tell her. “They’ll cool down in a little while.” But just in case, I tell the guards to close the door. They look a bit disappointed, although I doubt the closed door will prevent them from hearing what’s going on inside.
At least the yelling is a bit muffled now. I use my arm to corral Vanessa off to the side, away from the guards, and I note just how tense she is. She makes sure I never touch her, her nervous gaze constantly on me.
“Vanessa. It’s been a while,” I say once we’re in relative privacy. “How have you been?”
She doesn’t seem interested in talking to me, her eyes darting past me and to the door, but she steels herself after a moment and replies politely, “Mr. Rossi. Hi. I’ve been fine.”
I’m a little charmed by her forced politeness. “You can call me Damien. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before now.”
While she considers her answer, I assess her fully. She’s almost as tall as I am, and fairly skinny. I don’t quite remember what her sister looks like, but Emilio was raving about Lucia’s “knockers” — a trait Vanessa does not share. She’s relatively flat-chested, and while she’s still distinctly female, there’s a boyish quality to her body that I find quite compelling.
It’s what had drawn me to her the first time I laid eyes on her, almost a year ago now..
She shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other as I study her, and she gives me an appraising look of her own. It’s quick, not as thorough as the look I’m giving her, but I feel like she’s measured me all the same.
“I’ve been at college,” Vanessa replies after an awkward moment. “I was intending to stay to take a summer class, but…” She glances in the direction of the shouting, and I can guess what happened to those plans.
Her answer pleases me, though. “Accounting, right? And you’d be… a sophomore? Junior?” Still relatively young, but doing something with her life rather than coasting on her father’s money like her sister.
“Junior,” she confirms. “And yes, I’m working on my accounting degree. I’m only a year away…” She trails off, swallowing hard. She looks downright miserable.
Only a year away from graduating. “Have you thought about what you’ll do once you’re done?” I prompt, although I’m fairly certain that isn’t why she was studying it. “I’m sure your father would welcome you into his line of business.”
Vanessa reels back as though I’ve just slapped her. “I’m not joining him!” she says hotly. “I’m going to be a legitimate accountant.”
I can’t imagine Giorgis Bellini would allow his daughter to leave the mafia life behind and live as a simple accountant, especially since I’m sure he’s been paying her way through college.
“Of course,” I answer. “You could try finding a practice here in New Bristol. There are plenty of people who need accountants there.”
A few strands of hair have escaped her ponytail and are framing her face. I have the urge to push them behind her ears, but I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate that. Idly, I wonder what Emilio will want to do with her after he’s married Lucia—but I suppose it isn’t up to Emilio. She’s still under her father’s protection.
Although if she decides she’s done with the mafia life and cuts ties with her family, nobody would notice if she disappeared for a little while…
She shakes her head. “I’m looking at firms a little farther away,” she says. “I have a few prospects in California.”
All the way across the country. It isn’t lost on me that she plans on putting as much distance between herself and her family as possible without actually leaving the United States.
“You won’t miss your family? Your sister?”
She flinches, but shakes her head. “I’ll miss Lucia. But she… She’ll be fine without me.” She looks at me a little more closely. “Is Mr. Pavone going to be able to get her back?” she asks abruptly. “My father… He’s trying, but Lucia still isn’t home.”
I realize now that the shouting has died down, which probably means I should head back. I admit, though, I would much rather continue this conversation with Vanessa. Her wariness, combined with her entire appearance, is extremely alluring. Certainly she’s much more interesting than either Emilio or her father.
“I’ll make sure we do,” I promise her. “Emilio is very eager to marry your sister, and it’s my job to ensure Emilio gets what he wants.”
Vanessa’s smile is a little brittle. “Yeah. I’m sure you’re very good at your job.”
The top two buttons on her blouse are undone, and the collar sits loosely, leaving her neck completely exposed. I think I could wrap my entire hand around her neck easily.
Pretend she’s my new pet, Giulio might say.
Better: Pretend she’s pregnant with my child.
I inhale sharply. Yes. But I don’t want to pretend. I can already imagine how she and Giulio would look together. And with how serious she is, she might be a good balance to Giulio’s constant joking around.
“Would you—” I start, but the door opens and Emilio shouts, “Damien! Where the fuck did you go?”
Another time, then. I give Vanessa her personal space back and incline my head at her. “Duty calls. I’ll hopefully see you around, Vanessa.”
“I can hardly wait,” I hear her mumble as she turns around and practically flees down the hall.
If I’m lucky, she won’t have to wait long.
Two
Set near the beginning of Loving Lucia. Also refers to events that happened in the bonus free prequel story, The Party.
Lucia’s return brings a new atmosphere to the mansion. I’m surprised at how different the guards are now, with many of them visibly excited where before they’d maintained a more somber demeanor.
I go to the kitchen and find one of the men I’ve chatted with the most so I can get a sense of what’s going on.
“Oh, yeah, uh…” Dean rubs his neck and glances around, although we’re alone in the kitchen. “Look, no offense, but I can’t tell you anything. It’s one thing if the Boss finds out, but nobody wants to get on Pavone’s bad side.”
“Why would you get on Emilio’s bad side?” I keep my gaze steady, not allowing him to evade my question. It’s amazing how many people get uncomfortable from a simple stare.
“Uh, I mean…” Dean grimaces. “The Boss’s got a bad temper, but he’s kind of gotten used to shit and doesn’t actively maim people anymore. But we saw what Pavone did to that guy last week. Nobody wants to cross him.”
I’d known that Emilio’s display of violence was excessive, but I hadn’t imagined it would hinder me from gaining information like this.
I sigh. “I promise I won’t tell Emilio whatever it is. I have no interest in getting anybody killed or maimed. I haven’t told him any of the other things, have I?”
Dean eyes me suspiciously, but he can’t deny that he’s shared other information that might have been harmful if Emilio found out.
“Okay, but… ugh, I’ll murder you myself if anything happens to the guys around here, got it?”
“Of course.” I doubt he’d manage to pull it off, but I’m happy to indulge that idea.
It still takes a few seconds for Dean to gather his courage. He downs a full glass of water, and only once it’s empty does he speak. “So. Lucia… is not as pure and innocent as she pretended to be for Pavone. She’s really fun, actually. A lot of guys like her a lot. If you get my drift.”
For a moment, I actually don’t understand. When the implication finally sinks in, I’m left speechless.
“She has… fun… with a lot of men?” I repeat back at him.
Dean nods.
It’s true that if Emilio found out, he’d be furious. He’s extremely possessive of his toys, and he would take it out on everybody who’d ever laid a finger on Lucia—as well as on Lucia herself.
I’m almost tempted to inform him anyway, because then we can end this wedding farce and head back to New Bristol. We can leave the Corvi mess to Bellini.
Then I hear the kitchen door creaking open. Dean and I both turn to stare at the newcomer.
Vanessa freezes in place as soon as she sees us.
“I’m sorry,” she says after a moment, glancing back the way she came. “I didn’t think anyone would be down here.”
Despite how late at night it is, she’s still fully dressed in jeans and a button-down blouse, another one of those shirts that shows off the graceful arch of her slim neck.
If we call off the wedding and head back to New Bristol, I won’t see Vanessa anymore.
That, more than any threat to the Bellini men’s health and safety, makes my decision clear.
“No, come in,” I prompt, waving her over. “Dean was simply telling me a bit about your sister. I haven’t gotten to speak to her properly yet, so I was simply curious. Maybe you’ll have better insight on her though.”
Vanessa carefully enters the kitchen, going straight to the refrigerator, though she doesn’t turn her back on Dean or me. She opens it, angling her body so she can still see us at least partially. “What do you want to know about her?” she asks, her tone already wary.
Nothing, really. But I want to keep Vanessa in conversation with me for as long as I can, so I ask, “Dean said she was a bit of a party girl. Is that true?”
Vanessa hesitates, taking a moment to decide on the milk she pulls out of the fridge. She crosses over to the cabinet and pulls out a glass. “She enjoys going out and spending time with people,” she says vaguely.
With men, if what Dean says is true. I wonder how much Vanessa knows about what her sister gets up to behind their parents’ back.
“You’ve never gone to… parties or clubs with her?” I watch her slowly drink. A bit of milk ends up above her lip, very suggestive, until her dainty little tongue darts out to lick it away.
Vanessa takes another sip of her milk. “A few times,” she says carefully. “But not often. I’m not really the partying type.”
As I’d suspected, but I’m glad to hear it anyway. Everything Vanessa tells me about herself only reinforces my belief that she’s a perfect, hidden jewel. Nobody notices her in favor of her sister, but that just means she’s been left unspoiled.
Dean laughs nervously. “Yeah, Vanessa’s not like Lucia at all. Kind of the polar opposite, really.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I state calmly. “Some people are simply more extroverted than others.”
Vanessa leans against the counter, fidgeting with the cup she’s holding. “Exactly,” she says. “We just enjoy different things, that’s all.”
Dean seems to realize that I’m less interested in him than Vanessa now. He shrugs, taking his own glass and refilling it. “Okay, I’m on front door watch, so I’ll catch you later. Bye, Vanessa!”
That leaves just me and Vanessa alone in the kitchen. She tenses, her eyes glued to me like she thinks I’m going to walk around the counter to attack her.
I want to reassure her, but I doubt she would take my words at face value. “How else are you and Lucia different?” I ask instead, simply to hear more of her voice.
She frowns at that. “In a lot of ways, I guess. She’s always been more outgoing than I am. I’ve always just wanted to have a normal life, but she likes things the way they are.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I could always go to her about anything.”
I wonder what embarrasses her like that. I used to be the one my younger sister could turn to for anything, until she—and the rest of the family—decided to shut me out. But if my sister turned up now, asking for help or even just advice, I would give it.
“You care a lot about your sister,” I say. “That’s good. Family is important.”
“I’ve been so worried about her,” Vanessa whispers. “And I don’t know what to do now that she’s back. She seems so different. I mean, I guess it makes sense. She was with Victor Corvi for a few months.”
Lucia won’t have an easier time with Emilio, I know that much. But there’s no need to worry Vanessa even more. I once again have to hold back my urge to touch her. Her innocent expression, the way she cares so much…
I still remember what it felt like to have my arms on her while she was soaking wet after Giulio had pushed both of us into the pool. I wonder if she remembers that event as vividly as I do.
I need to lead the conversation to what I actually want to know. “Do you think she might be pregnant? Since she’s so… different.”
“Pregnant?” Vanessa looks at first startled, then horrified. “No! She’s always careful.” She pauses, as though realizing what she’s saying, and she winces. “I mean…” That thought doesn’t seem to help, whatever she’s thinking. “Never mind. I should get going.”
Judging from how tense she is, she probably does remember our impromptu dip. “There’s no rush. Stay a little longer.”
Her expression flickers. “Why?”
“Since your sister is going to marry Emilio, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. We should get to know each other.” I step closer to her, and she immediately backs away. Since I don’t want to alarm her—although I love the way her breathing has picked up a little bit—I stop moving.
“Is your boyfriend waiting for you? At college?” I ask casually.
“I haven’t had a boyfriend since last sum…” She seems to realize what she’s saying, but it’s too late. “I mean, yes. My boyfriend is waiting for me.”
Her lie is so obvious. Her last boyfriend had been over a year ago? And she’s only twenty. She can’t have been with many men at all. She’s still innocent, despite her time in this lifestyle, despite having a sister who’s apparently very experienced. I can barely believe it.
I wish Giulio were here right now. Watching him with Vanessa would be magic, his strange way of seducing people onto his side contrasted with Vanessa’s blushing inexperience. But it’s simply me, and I don’t know how much I can get away with while we’re still negotiating things with her father.
Maybe I can talk to Emilio and mention my desire for her.
That could backfire, though. Emilio sometimes likes to deny people just for fun.
“That’s a shame,” I tell Vanessa. “A beautiful girl like you… of course men are knocking at your door..”
Vanessa flinches, saying flatly, “Sure. Lots of guys want a flat-chested, too-tall girl who doesn’t party.”
There’s something about her tone of voice that makes me wonder about her last boyfriend, that makes me feel protective of her. I want to find the person who’s made her feel self-conscious about herself and make them regret it. I want to pull her into my arms and comfort her.
The first time we’d met, she’d mentioned wanting children, and I’d seen how perfectly she’d handled her drunk mother. She’d cared, while others might’ve simply left their parents to deal with their own problems.
She seems nurturing, unconceited, natural in ways her sister doesn’t, and it makes me want to get to know her even more.
Despite her insecure words, she is beautiful.
She and Giulio would make beautiful children together. I picture Giulio with his arms around her swollen belly, and I can feel my cock begin to swell inside my pants.
“At least one man wants you,” I say, straining to keep my voice steady.
She looks at me in confusion. “What?”
“Your… boyfriend? Who is waiting for you?.”
The one she’d lied about having.
“Oh. Of course. Right, him,” she says hurriedly. She finishes her glass of milk, again having to wipe at her mouth, and puts the cup in the sink. “Anyway, it’s late. I should get some sleep.”
I’m going to make sure she can’t return to college and find a real boyfriend. A beautiful, gentle, smart woman like her shouldn’t be spoiled by just any ordinary man. She needs somebody just as special as she is.
“Of course. Have a pleasant evening.” I watch her as she leaves, trying to memorize the lines of her body.
As soon as she’s gone, I pull out my phone. I have a few new texts from Giulio, complaining about boredom, then telling me he’s at a club with Slayer. I wrinkle my nose at that, but I can’t keep Giulio from associating with anybody, let alone somebody he considers a friend.
I met Vanessa Bellini again, I send. She’s perfect. You should get to know her..
It only takes a few seconds for Giulio to text back.
Pics?
I browse through my phone and send the photo I’d taken of Vanessa asleep in her bed. Even with disheveled hair and drool coming out the corner of the mouth, she’s the picture of beauty.
You’re so creepy, man. Send more.
I don’t have any other photos of her though. I’ll have to take more when the opportunity arises.
A plan is already forming in my head, though. Lucia and Vanessa seem close. In order to control one sister, we just need to threaten the other. Emilio will like that, and it’ll allow me to spend more time with Vanessa.
Three
Set after Chapter 10 of Loving Lucia
Vanessa’s sobs don’t let up, even after Emilio and Lucia leave the room. I head to the door leading to the bathroom and lock it, then pull out my phone.
Leave Vanessa alone, Emilio had said, but Lucia isn’t here anymore, and Emilio doesn’t actually care. I have no intention of harming her, in any case.
Vanessa has wrapped her arms around her chest, trying so hard to cover her breasts. The tanktop she’d been wearing is loose around her waist.
“Lower your arms, please,” I tell her, tapping the scissors I’d used to cut the tanktop against my thigh.
She flinches as the metal gleams in the light, reluctantly lowering her arms so that I have a perfect view of her chest. Her eyes go to my phone, and she stares at it. “What are you doing?”
I raise the phone and take a full body picture of her, then zoom in so I have just her torso and her perfect breasts. “In case we need the photos to convince your sister,” I lie. I’m certain we’ve already put fear into Lucia’s heart, although at this point, I don’t care.
Vanessa swallows hard, her cheeks flushing red. “Just leave her alone,” she pleads. “I’ll do what you want. You don’t need to hurt her. Neither of you do.”
“I haven’t touched your sister.” I thumb over to my text messages and send the second photo to Giulio. “I have no interest in getting tangled in that mess.”
She looks relieved at that, though she watches me warily as I hit send.
“You don’t think anyone else will try to touch her, do you?” she asks.
None of the men left in the mansion, that’s for sure. Emilio’s show of force—or rather, Angelo Guerra’s show of force—has put the fear of retribution into all the men.
Angelo had eviscerated a man with a pair of scissors, all for daring to touch Lucia. I think everybody has gotten the message.
I look down at the scissors. I’d chosen them simply to remind Lucia and Vanessa both of what was at stake. I prefer guns over blades, most of the time, but I did enjoy cutting the shirt off Vanessa’s body, feeling her skin bend against the blade, hearing her whimper softly.
“She’ll be safe from the guards,” I say. The only one who I’m unsure of is Angelo Guerra himself, but I’ve seen him flirting with some of the men, so I don’t doubt his attraction to men.
Of course, being attracted to men does not mean one cannot also be attracted to women.
Vanessa’s shoulders slump, and she starts to cover her chest again before glancing at the scissors. “But she won’t be safe from him,” she says. I’m not sure if she means Emilio or Angelo.
“I think your sister can handle herself.” She’d done admirably these past few days. Impressive, but… not the kind of woman I would trust with any child, let alone Giulio’s.
My phone buzzes to announce a response from Giulio, despite the late hour.
Okay you’re right, she’s hot. Can you get an ass shot?
I nod at the phone out of habit. “Vanessa, please bend over the bed.”
Vanessa looks at the phone. “Who are you sending pictures to?” she asks, not moving.
“Nobody.” I look at her steadily. “Over the bed, please. Ass out.”
She seems about to refuse, but she obviously thinks better of it, because she goes to the bed. She leans over the rumpled sheets, presenting her ass to me, and I want nothing more than to stroke it.
I take one photo of her ass like that, still wearing the long pajama pants. There’s no sound as I snap the photo, so Vanessa has no way of knowing how many pictures I’m taking.
“Pull the pants down to your thighs. You can keep your panties on,” I say.
She lets out a quiet whimper, shaking her head. “Please just go and leave me alone. Haven’t you seen enough today?”
“Do I need to cut everything off?” I keep my voice mild. Emilio’s preferred form of threats come with shouting, but I’ve found there’s no need for that.
Vanessa shakes her head, her hands trembling as she slowly starts to pull the pants down. All the while, she has to face the spot where Emilio had raped her sister only minutes before.
The slow pace is almost better than if she’d stripped easily. Every inch of revealed skin—or panties, in this case—is all the more enticing. When she finally has her ass out, I take another photo.
Now that I’ve seen her like this, though, I crave more. Emilio’s order to leave her alone is ringing in my ears, but… Giulio wants an ass shot.
“Now the panties.” My voice is rough with desire. It has been a long, long time since I’ve wanted anybody as much as I do her. It’ll be torture having her exposed in front of me without being able to touch, but I’ve denied myself before. I can handle it.
“But you just said—” she starts to protest, but she slowly pulls her panties down until her ass is bared.
I fight back a groan, wanting so badly to do more than take pictures of her firm ass. But it’ll be better if our first time includes Giulio. My hand shakes a bit as I take the photos, though I manage to get a few that are in focus.
“Thank you,” I say to her. “You can get dressed again.”
She looks over her shoulder with a bewildered look.
I smile back at her. “There’s no need to worry. I have no intention of harming you.”
“You think this isn’t harmful?” Vanessa asks quietly, pulling up her panties and pajama pants much more swiftly than she’d lowered them. She stands up, turning away from her bed to look more directly at me, though this time, she pulls up her tank top to hide her chest.
“Not particularly, no. I saw what Emilio just did to your sister, after all.”
My phone buzzes again, and I’m not surprised that Giulio has sent another text.
Pics. Piiiics. Stop blue-balling me.
Vanessa turns again, but not before I see the way her face pales. “Please leave me alone.” She still holds up her tank top as she goes to her dresser and pulls out an oversized shirt. She wriggles out of the top with her back to me and pulls the shirt on, crossing her arms against her chest again.
“That won’t be possible,” I tell her. I send the picture of her ass still fully clothed to Giulio. “Emilio will want me to keep an eye on you. But nobody will treat you as they’re treating your sister. Or mother.”
“Is that supposed to help?” Vanessa asks, her voice heavy with bitterness and pain alike. She still doesn’t look at me as she goes to her bed and starts yanking at the soiled sheets to pull them off.
“It’s the simple truth.” My phone buzzes with another text, but I don’t bother to look this time. “Have a pleasant evening, Vanessa.”
I leave, making sure to firmly close the door behind me. There’s already somebody posted out front, and he startles when he sees me.
“Damien! I didn’t realize you were still in there.” He shuffles uncomfortably. “Um, the Boss said not to let anyone but you or him into her room?”
“That’s right.” I want to clarify further, but my phone keeps going off. I suppose I’ve teased Giulio enough.
I head to the room I’ve claimed, just down the hall from both women. It’s a simple guest room, comfortable enough without inviting anybody to stay longer than desired. I suppose that last part didn’t quite work out for Bellini.
I strip down to my underwear and set them on the desk, then go to sit on the bed and finally see what Giulio has written.
More!
C’mon, is that it? Are you seriously this much of a cocktease?
Pleeease, Damien, I need to see the rest.
Are you mad at me? I won’t send you Slayer’s dickpics ever again, I swear.
What if I send you my dick?
I huff in amusement before finally sending him the picture of Vanessa’s panty-clad ass.
The next reply takes longer, so I worry that Giulio has actually gone to sleep, but he does finally reply.
Damn she is fucking cute
Is there more
call me
I send the rest of the pictures, shaking my head at his impatience but at the same time enjoying the fact that he appreciates Vanessa as much as I do. I’d been pretty sure he’d like her, but I could’ve been wrong.
Finally, I bring up his number on my phone and hit the button to dial it, sprawling back on the bed as I wait for him to pick up.
“Yo,” Giulio says, and from the quality of his voice, I can tell he’s already masturbating. “You called her the perfect woman. What—nng—what makes her perfect?”
I drop the phone near my ear and reach down for my own cock. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, I saw that, but we’ve fucked plenty of hot chicks and they aren’t perfect.” Giulio moans loudly, probably for my benefit.
“She’s smart. She’s studying accounting at college.” I close my eyes and try to recall her soft voice as she spoke with me. “She’s so innocent.”
“Yeah, you like ‘em pure.” I hear the sounds of skin beating against skin. “Did you spot her on her campus? She was in your class, huh, Professor?”
Ah, another one of Giulio’s games. I don’t have a problem playing along, though, and it means I don’t need to try to put into words exactly why I find Vanessa so alluring. “Yes. She… she was having trouble. She did badly on a test and wanted extra tutoring. But… but I didn’t have time for a private session.”
Giulio laughs. “Yeah, you had another student who was failing on purpose. Who needs a fucking college degree. I’m just here because my old man wanted it.”
It’s funny hearing him talk like that, because he’d done incredibly well at university. But the story gets Giulio excited, and he starts spinning an even more elaborate tale of how he and young Vanessa came to be in my tutoring session.
“She starts crying ‘cus the material is so hard,” Giulio says, pausing to groan loudly. “And says she’ll do anything to get a better grade.”
“But I can’t touch my students.” I squeeze my cock to stave off the imminent orgasm. I’ve been on edge since I’d first taken the scissors to Vanessa’s clothes. No—before that, when we’d entered her room and pulled her out of bed. “I can’t touch, but I could—I could watch you—”
“I’ll bend her over the desk right in front of you,” Giulio says breathlessly. “So you can watch every time my cock goes into her pretty little pussy. You may not be able to touch, but I’ll give you a good show.”
“Bare,” I say abruptly, and it’s all I can do not to blow my load right there. “You’ll fuck her without a condom, and she’ll cry that she might get pregnant… but you want her to get pregnant for you, don’t you? You think she’d look so pretty with your baby on the way.”
There’s a pause on the other end. I worry that I’ve gone too far, that this is something Giulio won’t indulge in.
But Giulio chuckles and says, “Y-yeah. I don’t have a condom on me. Why would I? You don’t either. You’re at work. If she gets knocked up…” He moans loudly. “She’ll need so much help. Her stomach all big and distended. Can’t bend over. Can’t concentrate. Lots of extra tutoring. And we’ll keep fucking her while she’s pregnant.”
I groan, picturing Vanessa with a swollen belly. She’ll look so beautiful with Giulio’s child inside her. “Yes,” I say, stroking my cock before tightening my grip on the base to keep from losing all of my control. “She’ll fall further and further behind. You’ll have to fuck her even more so she can make up her work.”
“I’ll… I’ll convince you to…” Giulio stutters, and he must be so close. “Have her suck you… her mouth wrapped around your cock… while I pump into her. Her pussy will be wrecked.”
I tighten my grip on my cock and stroke faster, no longer worried about lasting. The image of Vanessa between us while Giulio fills her is too enticing.
“Her breasts,” I say. “Swollen with milk. Leaking—”
Giulio lets out a long, low sound. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”
The fact that he’s into this enough to be playing along with my fantasy is enough to make me lose all control. I choke back a cry as I spill all over my hand, gasping out, “You can suck on them, Giulio. I’ll suck on the other one, and we can—”
I can’t even get the rest of the words out, the rest of my fantasy intermingled with his, and he groans deep and gasps. I can hear it when he comes, as easily as if he’s in the same room as me.
“Just wait, Giulio,” I pant. “Wait until you see her for real. You think it sounds good now… just wait until she’s between us for real.”
Giulio goes quiet again. If I couldn’t hear his breathing through the phone, I’d have worried that he’d hung up.
“We can fuck her, if you want.” Giulio sounds cautious in a way that’s unfamiliar to me. “But the pregnancy thing… it’s just a fun kink, right?”
The disappointment slams into me, washing away the afterglow of orgasm. “No, Giulio. You need to have heirs. And Vanessa would be perfect.”
“I don’t need to do anything. Besides, for all you know, my old man’s gonna pop out another kid with wife number four. They can have the Pavone-Bellini spawn. Or just ask the old man if you can have the sister, then you can knock her up yourself.”
I glance down at my spent cock, the seed already cooling on my hand. “I don’t want to knock her up myself. I want to see your children, Giulio.”
“Mine? Ugh, you sound like my old man now. I already told you, I don’t give a shit.” Then he hangs up on me.
I sigh, staring at my hand. I don’t know what I’ll have to do to get him on board, but I know I need to. I want this too badly to just let it go.
When he sees Vanessa, he’ll change his mind. He’ll want to claim her as badly as I do.
I’ll just have to give him time.
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