Paid in Full (Vitale Brothers, #2)

by Brea Alepoú

The last thing I needed was to bend over this tight little brunette, fuck him into a coma, and him turn into a love-obsessed puppy.

“Now, this I’ll give you a good price for,” I said, admiring the vein that arched up his dick. “My… penis?” I glanced up at him and pulled a face. “Can’t you say the word cock? Calling it a penis feels real weird, kid. Like you’re too young to be here.” He pulled his hands away from his face. “You’re the one who keeps calling me kid.” I blinked up at him. “Fucking touché.”

Ash sucked in a breath. “Yes,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he stared down at me. “I’m okay.” This fucker is far from okay. Whatever trauma Ash had gone through, he tried to hide, but it was as clear as the freckles that were sprinkled over the bridge of his nose and his sharp cheekbones.

“Go home,” Enzo snapped. “Listen, if he calls me one more time asking if you’ve swung by my place, I’m going to find you, stab you, and deliver you to him.”

I pumped away as I felt a hand crash against my ass. Freezing, I gazed back at Ash. “What the fuck?” He grinned sheepishly. “Your ass looked so good I couldn’t help myself,” he muttered. When I continued to stare, he cleared his throat. “Besides, you deserve it for leaving me on my own, you dirty bitch.”

Ash didn’t fuck me like he had the first night. Instead, every thrust was angry, hard, and punishing. He fucked me like I was just a hole meant to be destroyed and filled. Shit. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall in love.

“What am I talking about? Um, I threw up so hard my throat hurts!” I snapped. “What the hell did you two do to that food? I feel like it was done on purpose. If you want to kill me, at least shoot me in the fucking face.”

I leaned forward, lacing my fingers together as I stared at him. “You know, every story I hear about your father makes me want to cut him up into tiny little pieces and stick him in a stew.”

Everything in me screamed to shove him away, to keep some small amount of distance, but I didn’t want to. When I was with Ash, the loneliness faded away, and I could breathe. Damn, did it feel good to just breathe.

I’m going to marry you, Ash. You don’t know that yet, but I sure as fuck do.

The moans that slipped out of me were pure instinct. I shoved back, my hips seeking him out as my hole pulsed with need. My wrists were firmly tied behind my back. Goddamn nerd really knows how to study. I groaned in frustration.

“Say it,” he groaned. “Please, fuck me,” I spat out, too desperate not to. “I might be the boss, but I’m your filthy whore.” “Fuck yes,” Ash moaned. “Magic words spoken.”

“I have a meeting,” I grunted. “We gotta make this quick.” “No.” I glanced over my shoulder. “What?” “Didn’t I tell you to turn around?” He picked up speed, pummeling my ass and stealing the breath from my lungs. “I said no. You can go when I’m done with you.” “Ash—” “I said no!” His hips slammed against me as he fucked me so hard I saw stars. Was that a bit of drool rolling down my chin?

Nails dug into my hip as I cried out. “Fuck! I’m cumming,” I groaned, my legs trembling. “Ash, ease up, fuck me.” “Which is it?” he asked. “Ease up? Or fuck you? Don’t answer that. I know what you want.” I really created a monster.

His smile sent me to the fucking moon and back. Shit, I really think I’m in love with you, Ash.