Chapter 8 Who Is She?

• Meanwhile, downstairs…
• The second Dominic’s boots disappeared up the stairs and the door slammed behind him, it was like the house could breathe again.
• But no one moved.
• Not right away.
• Tanya was standing by the bottom of the staircase, still barefoot, her dress half-zipped and sticking to her damp, sweaty body.
• Lena sat on the edge of the leather couch, legs crossed, arms hugging her bare chest. Her throat bore Romano’s fingerprints. Her thighs were trembling. Her panties were still somewhere near the coffee table, forgotten and wet.
• Bianca was pressed up against the far wall, the throw blanket wrapped around her like a towel after a dirty shower, Nico’s cum still drying on the insides of her legs.
• They were all quiet.
• Romano was the first to speak.
• “What the fuck just happened?”
• His voice was low. Cautious. Like he was afraid Dominic would come back down and slit his throat mid-sentence.
• Tanya snorted, but it cracked halfway out.
• “You saw what happened,” she muttered, pulling her dress over one tit. “Dom brought in a girl looking like she’d just gotten the life fucked out of her and then nearly killed us with his eyes.”
• Matteo ran a hand through his hair. His shirt was still off. His pants halfway zipped. He looked like he’d just walked out of war.
• “No.” He looked toward the stairs. “He didn’t just fuck her. That girl was gone. Limp. Soaked. Her cunt was twitching, and she wasn’t even conscious.”
• “She looked like a fucking doll,” Lena added, voice small. “Like… like a body.”
• Romano raised a brow. “You think he hurt her?”
• Bianca laughed. Cold. Bitter.
• “Of course he did. Look at her. You don’t twitch like that from love. That girl didn’t walk into this house. She was delivered.”
• Tanya turned to Nico. “You’re his cousin. Who the fuck is she?”
• Nico sat down slowly, jaw tight, rubbing the back of his neck.
• “I’ve never seen her before.”
• “She saw him kill Diego,” Lena whispered.
• Everyone turned.
• She blinked, eyes wide.
• “That’s what he said. She saw him. She saw everything.”
• Silence.
• Bianca wrapped the blanket tighter.
• “He should’ve killed her.”
• Tanya nodded. “That’s what he always does. No loose ends. No survivors. You see blood, you die. That’s always been the rule.”
• “Yeah, well…” Nico looked toward the stairs. “This time he didn’t.”
• Romano leaned forward.
• “So what does that mean?”
• Matteo laughed under his breath. “It means we’re all fucked. That girl… she’s not just some slut. She’s something else.”
• Bianca hissed. “She’s no one.”
• “She’s his,” Nico said flatly. “Did you see the way he carried her?”
• “Yeah,” Tanya muttered. “Like a bomb.”
• “Like a possession,” Lena whispered. “Like… like she belonged to him before she even knew it.”
• Romano leaned back. “She’s a witness. He should’ve gutted her.”
• “He’s not going to,” Nico said.
• “Why not?”
• “Because his cock’s involved now.”
• The girls looked at each other.
• Envy.
• Disgust.
• Curiosity.
• “She moaned,” Bianca said suddenly. “Did you hear her? While he was yelling at us. She moaned.”
• “She was unconscious,” Lena said.
• “She moaned,” Bianca snapped. “Her pussy was fucking wet. That wasn’t unconscious. That was broken. That was already his.”
• Silence.
• Romano smirked.
• “So what now?”
• Nico stared at the ceiling.
• “I honestly don’t know”
• And then Tanya exhaled.
• “Someone should go up and check.”
• Lena blinked. “What?”
• She shrugged, voice dry. “We’re all just sitting here like we’re waiting for a funeral. Maybe someone should go check on him. Or her.”
• Bianca’s laugh was sharp. “Yeah. Go knock on his door while he’s balls deep in the girl he carried in like a corpse. Let me know how that works out for you.”
• Tanya rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying. Maybe he’ll give us an update.”
• Matteo groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Dom doesn’t give updates.”
• “He gives orders,” Romano added. “And threats. And death.”
• Nico leaned back on the couch, arms stretched out, his jaw tight. His voice was quiet.
• “She moaned while he was yelling. You all heard it. She fucking moaned.”
• Lena hugged herself tighter. “She sounded… gone.”
• “She sounded owned,” Tanya whispered.
• Bianca stood straighter, pulling the blanket up around her chest like it would help her pride. “You’re all obsessed with some passed-out slut like she’s the fucking Virgin Mary.”
• “She’s not a slut,” Nico said.
• “How do you know?”
• “Because Dominic looked at her like she was his altar.”
• Silence.
• Then Romano grunted. “So what now? We just sit here? Dry off? Pretend none of that happened?”
• Tanya laughed. One sharp, breathless note. Her cheeks were flushed again. Her dress clung to her thighs. Her nipples were hard beneath the thin red fabric.
• “I’m still fucking horny,” she muttered.
• Bianca snapped toward her. “What?”
• “You heard me.” Tanya crossed her arms. “I was about to cum when he walked in. Now I’m standing here soaked with no fucking release and a pulse that hasn’t slowed since he growled at me.”
• Romano’s brow lifted. “You trying to die?”
• “Dominic’s upstairs.” Tanya stepped closer to the couch, voice lowering. “He’s not gonna hear us.”
• “You sure about that?” Lena whispered.
• “We’ll keep it quiet.” Tanya smiled. Dark. Defiant. “No screaming. Just enough to take the edge off.”
• Bianca scoffed. “You bitches are unbelievable.”
• But her thighs rubbed together.
• Her breath hitched.
• And her cunt ached.
• Tanya turned to Matteo. “You down?”
• Matteo looked up at her. His pants were still undone. His cock was half-hard, heavy against his thigh.
• “Fuck it,” he muttered. “Yeah.”
• Lena blinked. “You’re serious?”
• Tanya pulled her dress up higher. No panties. No shame. Her soaked cunt, already glistening between her thighs.
• “Dead serious.”
• Romano leaned back. “You’re gonna get us killed.”
• Tanya grinned.
• “Not if we cum quietly.”
• Tanya didn’t ask.
• She dropped to her knees in front of Matteo like she’d done it a hundred times, but this time it wasn’t a play…it was punishment. A way to reclaim the power Dominic ripped from her throat with one glare.
• Her red dress bunched around her waist. No panties. Her thighs still slick with the cum that he left inside her less than fifteen minutes ago. Her knees hit the marble with a sharp thud, but she didn’t care.
• She was already opening his pants again.
• His cock was half-hard. Long. Heavy. Already glistening with the remnants of her arousal from earlier.
• She spat on it. Then her hand wrapped around the base and she devoured it.
• Her lips stretched around the shaft. Her jaw popped from the angle. Her tongue curled around the underside as she took him halfway, then deeper, moaning like her throat had missed the feel of him.
• Matteo groaned low.
• His hand slid into her hair and fisted it.
• Hard.
• “You little slut…”
• She moaned around his cock. The vibration sent a shudder down his spine. Her spit already leaked from the corners of her lips, wetting her chin, dripping onto her chest.
• She pulled back with a pop, gasping, saliva stringing from her mouth to the tip of his cock like a leash.
• “Finish what you started earlier,” she panted, eyes dark, lips swollen. “Wreck my throat.”
• He didn’t need another invitation.
• He grabbed the sides of her head and fucked into her mouth. Rough. Fast. No mercy. Wet choking sounds filled the room. She drooled uncontrollably, letting it drip down her neck, her tits, pooling between her knees as her throat stretched around him.
• Lena whimpered on the couch.
• Romano’s fingers were already buried in her cunt. She was soaked. Dripping. Her thighs were spread wide and trembling. Her body was still marked from his grip, her cunt still red from how hard he’d fucked her earlier.
• “Don’t stop…” she gasped.
• Romano leaned down and bit her shoulder. Hard.
• “You think you deserve it now?” he growled against her skin. “You think you’re anything compared to her?”
• Lena moaned.
• “I don’t care,” she whispered. “Just make me cum.”
• He didn’t wait.
• Two fingers plunged deep.
• He angled them upward, pressed into that swollen spot inside her that made her cry out. She clamped around him instantly. Her clit throbbed. Her juices coated his knuckles.
• Her back arched as she came…loud, breathless, twitching. Her legs trembled as her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking the cushion beneath her. Across the room, Bianca dropped the blanket to the floor.
• She was naked now. Bold. Pale skin flushed, nipples hard, cunt already wet again.
• She straddled Nico’s lap.
• Ground her hips over his cock through his pants.
• His jaw flexed.
• “Bianca…”
• “Shut up.”
• She reached down, yanked his zipper down herself, pulled his cock out..thick, hard, already leaking.
• She rubbed her slick folds over the tip.
• “Let me show you what a real girl feels like,” she whispered.
• She sank down.
• His cock split her open in one long, wet slide.
• She moaned like she was dying.
• “Fuck…yes…”
• Her ass met his thighs. Her cunt swallowed him to the base. The stretch made her eyes roll back. She gripped his shoulders and started riding. Hard. Fast. No rhythm. Just need. Just friction.
• Nico groaned.
• She rode him like she hated him.
• Like she hated her.
• “Say I’m better than her,” Bianca hissed, slamming down again. “Say my pussy’s better.”
• “Fuck…Bianca…shut up…”
• “Say it.”
• He grunted.
• She clenched around him. Her nails dug into his chest.
• “Fucking say it.”
• Tanya gagged again across the room. Matteo had both hands in her hair now, slamming into her face with relentless force. Her eyes were glassy. Her nose was running. Her mouth was stretched beyond capacity.
• He pulled out suddenly.
• She gasped, coughing, saliva flying from her lips.
• “On your tits.”
• Tanya nodded.
• Tongue out. Chest heaving.
• He stroked his cock twice.
• Groaned.
• Then came all over her chest.
• Hot. Thick. Rope after rope of cum painted her tits, her throat, her chin. She moaned. Dragged two fingers through it. Licked them clean.
• Lena was curled on the couch, rubbing her clit furiously now while Romano watched, jerking his cock to the sight of her cunt leaking down her thighs.
• Bianca came next.
• Hard.
• Shrieking into Nico’s shoulder as her pussy clamped down.
• Nico followed with a grunt, filling her up, hands gripping her waist tight.
• The room went quiet again.
• Breathless.
• Tanya collapsed back against the couch, cum smeared all over her chest. Lena twitched through the last of her orgasm.
• Bianca pulled off Nico, his cum leaking down her legs as she stood and grabbed the blanket again.
• Romano lit another cigarette.
• No one spoke.
• No one looked at the stairs.
• They knew they shouldn’t have.
• They knew if Dominic came back down, he’d kill them all.
• But their bodies didn’t give a fuck about rules.
• And that girl upstairs?
• She wasn’t the only one being fucked.