Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

"I am the best." "At cooking; not so much at being a de...

can't all be flawless people." "Murder is a huge...

"I'll sleep on the couch and the girls can have my room."

"It's fine, there's stuff everywhere. They can take my bed."

"Paolo," York whispered behind me as I headed to my room.

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,"

kiss his full lips without so much as a stretch. "Stop, Paolo."

licked his lips, teasing me further. "Stop touching me then." York's hand dropped away, and I missed the contact the moment it was gone. Sexual tension circled us, pushing us closer as we stared into each other's eyes. How could he stand there and not go insane when it felt like everything in the world was screaming for us to be together? "Your face is still bleeding," he pointed out. "Okay."

I readjusted my cock as the need to pull my dick out and stroke it overcame me.

"Fuck, Paolo." His heated fingers caressed my sensitive flesh, dragging out a moan. York's touches stopped for a second, and I met his gaze. "Don't stop." His pink tongue flicked out, dragging across his bottom lip and leaving a sheen of wetness behind. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. Really kiss him, no more of these small pecks. I wanted to map out every inch of his mouth and own him completely. York broke off our stare and went back to poking and prodding the bruises on my flesh until he was satisfied.

"You eat anyone's cooking but mine, the girls, or your own, and know I will cut your tongue out of your mouth."

"Mmm, you and I both know that's not true. I can be sweet, York. It just depends on if you want that side of me."

"What will it be, sweet cheeks?" "Fuck you. We're never having sex again." "Keep lying to yourself."

"Celibacy won't do you any good." "Who said I would be celibate? You were a warm-up for me to get back out there and date."

"What?" York bit out. "I'm done."

groaned even as his fist slammed into my side. Pain flared up my ribcage. He wanted to play that game. I could do the same. I grabbed the back of his neck and bit down on his lip until the sweet coppery taste of his blood kissed my tongue.

"You want violence so bad, baby? I can give it to you."

"Get the hell away from me. Now, Paolo."

"No." The surprised look on York's face was almost comical. "I've been the nice guy again and again and it's not what you want."

"Guess there is a difference between a man who's willing to kill and one who does kill." York's pulse raced against my fingertips as I shoved him toward the bed. He scrambled to move but I traveled up the length of his body and slammed his arms above his head.

"What's the matter, York?" "I don't want this."

I ground my ass against his cock that was poking me, practically begging for my touc...

"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." "Fuck you. Ah, fuck."

swallowed York's cock down, moaning around the thick length in my mouth. The tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, and I moaned with want. I took him down further until my nose rested against neatly groomed pubic hair. "Paolo, wait, fuck."

toes curled and he lifted his hips off the bed as he fucked into my mouth. His hand came down on the back of my head and I let him have the control for a few thrusts before I pulled free with an audible pop. "Arms back up."

"You don't run shit, Paolo." "Want to bet, sweet cheeks?"

"Spread your legs like I taught you."

A groan was all I could muster for a second as desire overtook me. I dove forward and ran my tongue over his puckered flesh. The way York's hips jerked triggered me, and I wrapped my arms under his thighs and held him down as I feasted on his hole. He tried bucking as I speared my tongue in and out.

"Paolo," York moaned. His fist hit the bed. "Stop teasing me."

"For someone who said they didn't want it, you're practically begging for it now." "Fuck you."

"Tonight it's you getting fucked. I can't take this anymore, York. I'm going to make you realize just how much we fit together."

Swallowing his cock back down my throat, I fingered York without warning. His ass tightened around me, sucking me in further.

I worked him over, adding a third finger to make sure he was stretched. I wanted to destroy him, but I planned on doing it with so much pleasure that York never thought about walking out on me. "Paolo, I’m going to⁠—" I pulled off before York could even finish his sentence. My fingers slipped out of his hot ass.