Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

I miss Paul. The thought came out of nowhere, fleeting but lingering. As much as I tried to throw it away, it lingered. I jumped out of bed, ripped off my clothes and made my way over to the dresser that was pushed against the far wall. There were clothes stocked in it, some of them my own that I recognized from my place, but others were new. I had no doubt Paul had purchased them.

"Egh! Wrong answer." I pressed our bodies together firmly, not letting even a sliver of air between us. "You're my problem."

"Sorry." He passed it over before scampering away. "Pussy," Gin spat. He moved over toward us. "What the fuck is that?" "You're talking to me now?" I asked.

Gin grunted. "Ash would die without me, and we're in the middle of trying to have a baby."

Enzo shook his head "Don't get him started, he's an idiot who refuses to understand he cannot carry a baby." "It's worth a damn try."

Twins are the best.

York stopped me, his hand on my arm. I zeroed in on it. Him touching me tonight probably wasn't in his best interest. My cock was hard and my adrenaline was still through the roof. I either wanted to be fucked until I couldn't breathe, or fuck him into the mattress to the point he wouldn't be able to remember his own name.

"Stop looking at me like that," York said.

"Stop, Paolo." York placed his hand in the middle of my chest. He licked his lips, teasing me further. "Stop touching me then."

"Be good and let me have what's mine."

"Who said I was yours?" York's breathing was labored as my breath blew across the head of his cock.

"I warned you once that when I possess someone, that's it. They become mine....

"Spread your legs like I taught you."

"Open up for me, sweet cheeks. I want my cock sloppy wet for when I fuck you."

"Not happening." I bottomed out, shoving my full length inside of him. The heat had me in a chokehold. I swallowed a few times trying to get my tongue to work along with my brain. I leaned forward until my lips pressed against York's ear. "You're mine. That means I'm going to fill you with every drop of cum so you can feel me in the deepest parts of you. Can't deny me then, can you?"

"Is that the good spot, baby?" "Do it again," York moaned.

"Fuck, you feel good, sweet cheeks. You're addictive all around." I picked up the pace, fucking York the way he was always meant to be fucked. "I can't ever give you up."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re mine, York." My thrusts were shallow as I filled him with every ounce of cum I had been building up. Euphoria was a soft glowy haze that surrounded me as my muscles finally caved, and I fell on top of York. He grunted but otherwise said nothing. My breathing slowly calmed down as my heart stopped trying to

escape. I slowly pulled out of York, moaning at the way his body still tried to hold onto me. If my entire body wasn't on fire, I'd gladly do it again.

York's head fell to the bed as his legs trembled. I kissed his calf and rocked forward . "Face it, you don't want to be anywhere else but right here with me."

Paolo walked back and forth, and I didn't take my eyes off of him.

Paolo's brow ticked up. "Are you sure it's nothing? You're looking at me like you want to eat me." I glared. "Maybe I do."

Paolo's eyes narrowed. "It didn't seem like nobody, and you hung up on them awfully quick." I blinked at him. "Are you jealous, Paolo?" He grabbed my shirt, yanking me toward him. "Who is he? I'll cut off his dick and feed it to him."

"Who said anything about love?" His gaze darkened. "I know you love me."

I tightened my grip on his arms. "Don't threaten me, Paolo." "Too late for that, sweet cheeks. I'll do more than threaten if one of these idiots lets you die."

"You wanna fuck me or I fuck you?" he asked.

"Fuck me already," I snapped. Paolo grinned. "Yeah? You need me?"

"Is that what you want to hear?" "Only if it's the truth, baby." He groaned as he impaled me on his cock. Pain laced up my spine as he rocked into me and leaned down to hold me. "I know, baby. I know it

hurts. Take it for me, okay? Fuck, just keep letting me screw your tight hole. I need it so bad right no...

"I'll always protect what's mine," I said with a final kiss.

"Harlow, where is Benito?" "Whatever you need my husband for, you can tell me."

I pulled her close. "No one here will help you. They'd all watch you die and piss on your corpse before saving you."

"It's okay if you're not." I turned to them and squatted down. "I won't let anyone hurt you." My instincts said this wasn't the first time Shelly had raised her hand to them. "She's done this before?"

"No. You're threatening her life in front of my children. Get the fuck out." The emotion I'd seen in the dark depths of his eyes was gone now. "I don't want to see your face. I want you out of here and out of our lives."

"Don't look at her,” York snapped. “Get the fuck out, Gianpaolo."

"I don't want to hear a goddamn thing out of your mouth. I was stupid to think you could be anything but a monster." His eyes were fierce; it was the same look he sported when he talked about catching criminals. My hand dropped and the door slammed in my face, cutting me off from the one man I was willing to give the world too.

“Quincy Adachi, he's Harlow’s best friend,” Enzo said.

"What's up with him?" Cian asked. He looked between Gin and me. "Holy shit, there are two of you."

“You mean the fucking world to me, Gin. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Gin looked away, his shoulders rose before relaxing once more. "You know how much that shit hurt?” he muttered, his smile disappearing. “I lost my damn mind. Everyone stopped talking about you. It was like you didn’t exist anymore. I didn’t even understand why I couldn’t talk about you, just that it was an order. You were dead, and

I couldn’t say shit. It was like you were this ghost that everyone...

“We’ll make up for lost time.” He chuckled. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Ouch!” Giancarlo held his chest and acted like he was having a heart attack. “If Ash ever said that to me, I’d lose my mind.”

Giancarlo and I exchanged a look. So, it’s not just me that notices him taking care of me, right? Gin grinned and said everything without saying a word. Nope, he totally is.

I laughed and blinked up at him. "Hurt me all you want, sweet cheeks, but the only way you will get rid of me is by killing me." "Fucking hell, Paolo." York tossed his arms up. "Why me?" "Why not?" "I was just a mark, a way for you to get more information." "Never that. Yeah, if I got close to you, I'd get to find out all kinds of things but it wasn't hard getting the information myself. From the start, I went after you because I wanted to." I sat back on my ass and my back hit the bed. "I'm a chicken hawk."

"I'm a horrible father." "Shhhh." Paolo sat on my back, his hands running over my bare skin as he massaged me. "You're not a horrible father, York. You're a single father. It's hard to keep up with everything."

"I will do better," I muttered to myself. "You have me now, remember? This isn't all on you anymore." Paolo paused, his hands stilling on my back. "I want to be here."

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," Paolo panted. "I love when you fucking touch me. Nessuno è migliore di te."

I'm going to watch Paolo kill every last one of you. You'll be lucky if I don't join in.

"I guess I better work hard, huh, sweet cheeks?" Yeah, I was in love with a psycho.