End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

"I just want to get to know you better."

Fuck, I was a goner. "No to both." I grabbed a fistful of his black hair and pulled his head back. "Stop teasing and actually do it."

"This part of you is at least honest." Blake smiled at me like a mad man.

"Keep playing with me, baby girl, and I will ruin you."

"Just be honest. I'm the best you've ever had." "Put my goddamn dick in your mouth."

"Why do you sound so eager when I'm not that good?" "くそっ 殺してやる." Damn it, I'll kill you.

plunged my cock into his throat, loving the tight feel that wrapped around me. "You flew too goddamn close to the sun, baby girl. Now I have to fuck your cute mouth." Blake's throat squeezed around my cock as he coughed and made needy little sounds for air.

dragging my cock over his tongue before thrusting back down his throat. I repeated the motion, my abdomen muscles clenching with every thrust. The pain was muddied by the meds, but small sparks broke through and added to the pleasure rippling through me.

Blake's hands went from my waist to cupping my ass. He pulled one cheek to the side exposing my hole. A needy shiver raced up my spine, and I snapped my hips forward. Blake grunted around my cock before he started actively participating. I was fine fucking his throat like my own personal hole, but everything kicked up a notch the moment Blake started moving his tongue.

I wanted to continue to fuck Blake's throat but the thought of riding his cock was just as appetizing.

The sharp smack on my ass dragged my attention back to him. I met his bright blue eyes as he swirled his pierced tongue around my cock, drawing me back in. I hadn't even realized I started to withdraw. I rocked back and

"Keep it up and I will make sure you sound like you smoke ten packs ...

"Put your goddamn fingers inside of me." Blake's eyebrows lifted and the corners of his mouth followed. He was smiling around my cock lik...

"I'm not a bottom."

Usually, I topped more often than not. I switched on occasions. I couldn't refute the pleasure of taking dick, any sane man would agree it was amazing, but the way Blake was challenging me felt like he was trying to prove something. Blake groaned around my length, sending delicious vibration straight to my balls. My thrusts stuttered as I gave into the pleasure. "Fuck, you're playing dirty, baby girl." I snapped my hips forward, burying myself deep until Blake's nose touched my body. I squeezed his throat and nearly came. "ファックファック。すごく気持ちいい。" Fuck, fuck. It feels so good. My

glared down at Blake, knowing damn well what he wanted. "Yes, you're the best I’ve ever had," I growled. Blake shoved two fingers into my mouth. I lapped at them, curling my tongue around his digits and sucking on them before he yanked them free. Before I knew it, he pressed them inside of me and my mind went blissfully blank as pleasure ripped through every nerve ending.

My moans bounced off the walls and I was too far gone to give a fuck how they sounded. He curled his fingers inside of me and sent me straight to heaven.

The sounds of Blake feverishly stroking himself dragged another groan out of me. He released my cock with an audible pop. His lips were parted and almost looked good enough to kiss. "So close," Blake whimpered. My body reacted on its own. I pushed back, fucking his fingers again. I was sensitive. Every graze of his fingers over my prostate brought me closer to ruin.

"What's the matter, baby girl? You want to fill me with your cum again?"

"Yes," Blake groaned. "You feel good around my cock. I bet you want to be bred."

"Your ass was meant to take cock." Hot splashes of cum hit my back as Blake's back bowed and he came. He stared at me the whole time, dragging a need out of me that had no business ever coming to life. Fuck. Nothing good came from fucking with a Vitale.

"Who the fuck has the balls to break into your office?" someone growled.

Their gazes were locked on me, filling the space with unbearable awkwardness. "You called me here and you weren't around," I said. “So you made yourself at home in my office?"

"No one’s dumb enough to come in here." I grinned back at him. "Or it was so easy you didn't notice them come in and out."

"There was a DNA test just in case. He is ninety-nine percent our brother." "That's not how DNA tests work. He is ninety-nine point nine percent Cesare's biological son,"

"You tested my DNA? How did you get a sample?" "Don't worry about it,"

"We snuck in and took some of your ballsack hair,"

"Where the fuck did you hear that?" Benito asked. He waved his hand. "Wait, I don't want to know." I did. Enzo sighed. "The workers at Silver Dreams. He's loved there," Enzo said.

He has the most punchable face out of all of us, but it doesn't mean he's easy." "Except for in the bedroom. I'm a willing participant." Gin placed his hands a pretty good distance apart. "Plus my man has something to work with, you know."

"Giancarlo, I swear, I will shove you into a hole and leave you there if you keep this up," Benito threatened.

"What? These are good questions! Plus, I know you were thinking if Harlow and him fucked in the past then that means his dick is bigger⁠—"

"My bet’s on Benito," Enzo said. Paolo sighed. "Fuck, he's my twin. I can't not have his back. Fine, I got Gin."

Benito punched Gin in the face and had him in a headlock in the next second. "Pay up," Enzo said. "I don't have any money on me," I admitted. I didn't even know money was involved.

"He takes books or cat treats as payment,"

I shrugged and reached into my pockets. I passed over the cufflinks, fountain pen, and a few other knickknacks. "Damn, I didn't even notice," Gin said. He sounded proud. "I thought there was something wrong with the bookshelf," Enzo said.

got close but I couldn't think of a code. One, two, three, four seemed too simple." "And idiotic," Enzo added. "There is nothing wrong with simple," Benito grumbled as the elevator hit the ground floor.

"Yeah, Gin stole a baby so instead of a baby shower he's doing a name day," Enzo informed me. "I didn't steal him. I got him at a fair price."

For some odd reason, picturing a certain black-haired, blue-eyed, smart-mouthed, pretty boy came to mind. If Blake thought my place was bad, he'd probably pass out seeing my mom’s.

"They aren't here." "Useless. You've never wanted to see your mother be great. Just like that worthless father of yours. Always wanting me to stay cooped up and down on my luck."

"Mom, you know I want what's best for you. I've tried plenty of times to get you into a nicer place but you always come back here." She rolled her eyes. "Pretty cages are still a cage."

Put peas on my plate and I will shove them up your ass. Blake: I'm not the one who takes it up the ass between us.

"Well, I never noticed how quiet and clean the place is without you dirtying it up and yapping," Blake said.

"Baby girl, you're going to make me blush." "You have some serious issues. You know that, right?" "Nothing sex and drugs won't fix."

"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."

"I'm on my way home and you can tell me all about your brother bonding moments." "Why are you like this?"

"Don't act like my charming personality isn't why you like me."

"Holy fuck!" I jumped before I turned to stare at Quincy. He shoveled more potatoes into his mouth along with several pieces of steak. The groan that left his lips stoked a fire in me. He likes my food.

"Glad you like it." "I love it, Blake."

"Seriously, you're a lot heavier than you look," Paolo added. I shot up. "You assholes pulled me down!"

"If you wanted to touch me, baby girl, all you had to do was ask." His grimace was cute. "You were going to hit me."