Paid in Full (Vitale Brothers, #2)

by Brea Alepoú

“I know,” Enzo said. “But Tex wants to go to the movies tonight, or he’s threatened to go by himself,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “And he will.” “So let him go,” I said. Enzo’s dark gaze landed on me. “I’d rather die.” “You’re so fucking possessive.” “And?”

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. “How much?” Ash prodded when I didn’t say anything. “Let me see your cock.” Color spread all over his body. He hesitated before he gave a single nod. Slowly, his hand fell away. My jaw dropped. He wasn’t even hard, and his cock hung heavy and thick between his thighs. “Are you a man or a goddamn horse?” I blurted out. I reached out on instinct. “Holy shit!”

Maybe it was worth a couple of thousand dollars every time we fucked. At least I didn’t have to be alone anymore.

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.

Tex shook his head at me. “Don’t take advantage of my mom.” I frowned. “At least you have one. Share!”

“Ever think it’s you who needs a collar and leash on their neck? After all, Gin, you look best on your hands and knees.”

Chiudi il becco. Fammi guardare il mio programma.”

Lube. Even with all his dirty talk, he gave a damn if I got hurt. That’s so fucking cute.

“If I die⁠—” “Then we die together.” “Fuck,” Giancarlo moaned. “Did you just propose to me?” “Gin,” I stressed.