LIE

Stefan
Her eyes grew wide as she registered my meaning, and I smiled, pumping slowly in and out of her pussy while smearing lotion all over her tight little asshole.
“You can’t,” she said, her eyes closing again.
“I told you I’d fuck every hole, didn’t I?”
“But-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come, but not until I’m buried deep.” I slipped my thumb into her asshole as I said it, and she rounded her back, her muscles tightening at the intrusion. “Relax, let it feel good.” It took her a few minutes, but she did, slowly arching her back again, letting me move my finger in and out of her as I slowly pumped my cock in her pussy. I smeared more lotion in and around her asshole, and when she was taking two fingers and moaning, I drew out of her pussy and held her hips.
She stiffened instantly, her eyelids flew open, and she tried to draw her hips away.
“Veronica.” I gripped tighter and slapped her hip again to get her attention. “I’m fucking your ass now. Relax. Look at me, okay?”
She nodded.
I brought the head of my cock to her, smearing it in the lotion, rubbing and pushing until her opening stretched to let me in.
“Too big.” She tried to pull away again.
“Shh.”
She made some sound and I pushed in a little deeper.
“That’s it. Relax. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“It hurts.”
“It’ll feel good. I promise.” I reached around to take her clit between my fingers and rubbed. Her eyes closed again, and her back arched. I pushed in a little deeper, pumping in and out slowly. “You feel good, Veronica.”
“I’m going to come, Stefan.”
“Come, baby. Let me feel you come.”
She did, as if on demand, moaning with my cock halfway inside her, my fingers pinching her clit, rubbing, making her come. Her body relaxed, and I pumped deeper. It took all my effort not to thrust harder, wanting to, needing to claim her, all of her. Needing to make her mine.
“You like my cock in your ass?” I asked, pumping a little harder, almost all the way inside her now. “Are you going to take my cum inside your ass?”
“Yes. Fuck, Stefan-”
She closed her eyes, coming again, and this time as she did, I pulled out and drove in harder. She gasped, arching her back, thrusting her hips against me.
“Hard,” she managed, her hands flat on the bed, her face buried in the covers. “I want it hard.”
I shifted my gaze to her ass, to my thick cock moving in and out of her, glistening with lotion, her cum wet on her thighs and mine. When she cried out a third time, I drove deep inside her and stilled, my cock throbbing, calling out her name as I emptied inside her, holding her hips tight, knowing in that moment what ecstasy felt like.
I lay holding Veronica, her back to my front, not wanting to tell her what I had to tell her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “How is Charlie?”
“He misses you. He sleeps beside the door as if he’s waiting for you to walk in.”
She turned to me. “Did you really come because you were so pissed off about my “fuck you”?”
“That and other things.” I wasn’t ready to talk about those things yet. “Veronica, you said something earlier. You said you’d never been slapped, which makes me think…” I paused, changing the way I’d ask the question. “What did you mean?”
She snorted, turning her face away again to lean her head on me. “After you left that day in the office, I confronted my grandfather about… well, everything. Long story short, he called me a whore and slapped me.”
My face tightened and my hands fisted as anger engulfed me.
“That day at the hospital after the fire, when you walked back into my room, I was talking to Robyn. She was very upset, that’s why she’d been trying to get ahold of me. Everything you said, Stefan, it was true. Everything and then some. She’d found a notebook, a ledger. My grandfather’s personal notes, account numbers. He hasn’t only been stealing from us, but investors too. Millions of dollars, Stefan.”
I knew that already. Probably in more detail than she realized. And I wasn’t the only one. I was glad she had her back to me, not ready to tell her what I’d come to tell her. Not wanting to spoil this moment.
“I told him I wanted guardianship of Robyn, or I’d go public with the truth. Turn him in.”
“I need to talk to you about that, actually.” Moment spoiled.
She sat up, her expression serious.
“Your grandfather was taken into custody yesterday, Veronica. He’s being extradited to the States.”
“What?”
“That evidence you threatened to turn in, well, someone beat you to it. As soon as he deplanes in Philadelphia, he’ll be formally charged.”
We flew to Philadelphia the following morning. I had Veronica’s suitcases in the car and had already made flight arrangements before coming to Venice.
“You didn’t come to Venice because of the annulment papers, did you?” she asked as we pulled through the gates of her family home.
“No.”
“What’s going to happen now?”
“I don’t know. The charges against your grandfather are damning. If he’s smart, he’ll sign a plea deal, but he will go to prison. And he’ll have to pay back what he stole from investors, from you.”
She shook her head, forcing a smile on her face as Robyn opened the front door and stepped outside.
“I don’t care about the money. Not mine, anyway. I need to make sure my sister’s okay.”
We parked and got out. Lawyers were already waiting for us when we walked inside. Veronica and Robyn spent fifteen minutes together before she emerged alone. I’d expected tears, but instead, her face was set. Hard.
“Okay?” I asked her just outside the study doors.
“I’m fine. It’s Robyn I’m worried about.”
“She’s not joining us in there?”
“No.”
We walked into the study together. Veronica knew one of the attorneys by name, Mr. Adams. He was the one to whom I’d sent the annulment paperwork. He introduced the other two, and we sat down.
“I’ve arranged for a criminal attorney for Marcus,” Adams said. “I’ll go see him myself later today, after the bail hearing.
“Will he be released until the trial?”
“It’s unlikely, Veronica.”
The room fell silent until Adams cleared his throat. He spoke briefly about the charges Marcus would be facing but focused more on winery business.
“All bank accounts have been frozen. Any money will be used to repay investors.” He looked around the room. “The house…”
“What about the house?”
“It too will likely be seized.”
“But it’s been in my family-”
“It’s all tied up in the business. If it were in your name, or your sister’s-”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“I mean you will have to move out.”
“What? But what about the insurance money? Won’t that pay-”
She stopped as Adams shook his head.
“No. And any money that’s leftover will go toward your grandfather’s court fees. It’s all gone, Veronica. I’m sorry.”
Veronica sat mute. I stood to shake hands with the men as they cleared out and walked them to the door. When I got back to the study, I found her in exactly the same place.
“What am I going to do? How am I going to take care of Robyn? What about her future?”
“You’re not alone, Veronica.” I stood behind her chair, squeezing her shoulders, then moved around to take her hands. “I won’t leave you to do this alone.”
“Even the money he promised you…”
“It never was mine to begin with.” I paused. “Veronica, your sister… Was she the one who turned over evidence?”
She looked at me, and it took her a long time to answer. “No.”
That was the first lie Veronica told me.