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"Har, taking on a Vitale bastard is a lot." I shrugged at Benito. "Full offense, your whole bloodline is a chaotic mess."
"Who the fuck is this?" "You didn’t tell me he was deaf, Benito,” I said. Blake flipped me off. "I don't know you, asshole. Are you another brother?"
"You’re a cute little feisty thing, huh?"
"Hey, baby girl, I'm ready to order," I called out. Blake twisted on his heels and glared at me. His hair was gelled back and the suit he sported didn't fit him at all. Sure, it looked tailored, and expensive, but it seemed out of place on him. I whistled. "Damn, you clean up like shit, peaches. What happened to you?"
Blake's blue eyes moved chaotically around before settling on my hair. "It's pink." "Yeah, you finally noticed. It looks good on me, doesn't it, baby girl?" He rolled his eyes. "You look crazier." He reached up, and I stopped his hand from touching me.
Pride was a monster most men couldn’t overcome.
"Blake, come on," he moaned, licking his lips. "You stopped. Fuck me, already." "You're so demanding," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "That a problem?" I shook my head. "Nah. I like it."
"Keep playing with me, baby girl, and I will ruin you."
Blake was no more than five-foot-six feet tall and full of audacity.
"Nothing sex and drugs won't fix." Blake snorted out a laugh. "There is nothing that will fix you. Maybe a lobotomy." "Hey, I take offense to that. There's nothing on his earth that could snuff out my sparkle."
Just one. I never allowed anyone to leave marks on me. For what? No one ever wanted to keep me past the night.
He was ruining me and I was voluntarily offering myself up to be wrecked. His cock slid out of my hole before he was slamming back in without hesitation.
"What did you do?" "It's none of your goddamn business." Blake went to kick me, and I tightened my hand around his throat. You are my business.
"It feels good to be taken care of," he said. "I've never... had that. You know? Always had to take care of myself. Even when I was a kid."
"I think I'm in love with you, Blake." My brain tried to make me swim back to the surface, but my balls were empty and my body was exhausted. Did he really say that? Or am I dreaming already? God, I hoped it was the first one.
"Don't check out my boyfriend," Quincy called. "I'm not your boyfriend yet," I snapped. Quincy pouted. My heart squeezed, and right then and there, I realized I had a soft spot for absolute dumbasses. He was the king of them.
"You really don't have to do this." "Shut up. If I hate it that much, I'll just divorce you." Quincy's eyes darkened. "Yeah? If you try that shit, you'll find out how crazy I really am, baby girl." He yanked me forward. "You're mine now. I mean, at this point, you've practically signed your name inside of me. No one else gets that fucking privilege again."
"About time," Gin called as he hopped to his feet. "Damn, y’all could fit those? I brought one of my tiger shirts." Quincy groaned. "So glad these fit well enough." I snickered. "I don't know. You'd probably look pretty badass in one of those." "You know how I said we couldn't divorce, peaches? I lied."
I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with a complete and total idiot.
"Hey, Ash? Can you let me go? My husband and your baby daddy are ready to break and set fire to everything in this place,” I said.
