End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

"Well, that was a pretty impressive list. I can't say I don't...

"Please, I'll do anything. I need to feel you ...

"See, I'll make it nice and gaped for you. I'll just be a hole...

"Fuck that," he growled. "You're mine. If you're not going to give me what the fuck I own, I'll take it. This is my cock. You'll breed my filthy hole whenever I want it." "Want?" I asked. "Just want?" "Need. Demand. Whatever!"

watched a bead of blood slide over it, before it dripped down his chin. Reaching up, I grabbed the back of his neck, yanked him down, and kissed him. The taste of blood between our kiss just made sense to me. After all, this was my life now. And honestly? I couldn't complain one bit. "You make me feel so good," I whispered against his lips. "So fucking good." "Same," Quincy whispered. "Now stop fucking talking and cum in my ass."

lights was so enticing as his dick waved up and down in the air, precum dripping from his slit. I pumped his cock, and he hissed. "Still sensitive?" "Fuck it," he groaned. "There ain't no pleasure without some pain."

jerked him off as my own cock pulsed and throbbed inside of him. It had taken everything in me to hold back before, but I knew that wasn't going to hold out for long.

"Finally," I sighed. "Pure blissful silence. You only shut up when you cum." "Fuck y—Ah, what?"

I'd shoved my tongue into his hole. The salty taste of my cum against my tongue made me moan as I ate his ass, savoring the flavor of us mixed together. I explored deeper, until I couldn't anymore, lapping and nibbling his flesh as he moaned and writhed against my face. He tried to push me away, but I just latched on harder, eating him out until I came up and wiped my face.

"You're a dirty little bastard," he muttered. "I can't even cum a...

"I think I'm in love with you, Blake."

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked. "Trust me, you don't want to know," he answered.

"Quincy, what the fuck is going on? I'm exhausted." "You didn't tell him?" Harlow asked. "Tell me what?"

"What didn't he tell me, Harlow?" Harlow groaned. "The priest is here. For your wedding."

"Please don't hit my boyfriend or I'll have to take your fingers."

"Don't check out my boyfriend," Quincy called. "I'm not your boyfriend yet," I snapped.

two are disgusting. Was Benito and I like this?" "Worse!" Giancarlo called. "Y'all were breaking tables and each other's dicks, like, all the time."

"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."

"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."

"Why am I so nervous?" I muttered. "It's not like this is real." "Real enough," he said. "I meant it when I said you ain't going nowhere after this."

That's Tex, he belongs to Enzo." "Do you have to say ‘belongs to’ like I'm a German Shepherd or something?" Tex asked.

now pronounce you both, Mr. Vitale. You may kiss your husband." Quincy wasted no time planting the biggest, tongue deep kiss on me. I shoved him away eventually, the laughter that filled up the penthouse making my face red. I glared at him. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." "Again. Divorce. Death and divorce," I muttered.

"you would definitely have to kill me to get rid of me now."

"Yeah, he was asking questions about Quincy's dick,"

"Oh, and York? Paolo was supposed to sell some coke and I never got my cut."

Both of my brothers stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Quincy burst out laughing so hard, he doubled over, a wheezing sound escap...

"Yeah, you're definitely a Vitale," he said. "Welcome to the family."

Quincy grabbed me, yanked me forward, and kissed me so hard, my toes curled. When he pulled back, he gently rubbed his thumb against my chin. "I said I'd handle it, baby girl. Trust me." I stared at him. "Yeah, I don't know if I'm there yet."

"You already are,” he said. “Besides, you don't have a choice." He turned back around and closed the fridge. "Yep, shopping it is. Let's go!"

just got home." Quincy bristled. "Home. I'm never gonna get tired of ...

"You're a pain in my ass." "Other way around, peaches." He chuckled. "And when we come back, I fully expect to feel every throb ...

Quincy: You can set the whole place ablaze, baby, as long as I get to keep the most important thing.

Blake:......I don't even want to know the answer.

You.

"Yeah, me too. Hurry up already." "Aww, you need me attached to you, huh?" "No, I need to get you a tracker. Maybe I'll get you a necklace with one in it."

"Fuck, I'm madly in love with you." "What—Quincy. I⁠—"

"Hey, peaches, I'll call you back soon. I need to go." "Okay, we will be talking when you come home." "As long as your dick's inside of me, baby, you can say whatever you need to."

Blake raised his knee and I blocked him from breaking my nose. I twisted him around and shoved him up against a wall. I plastered my body against his. "I missed you too, peaches." I kissed him and was rewarded

"You're not alone anymore." He held his hand up with the gold ring on it. "We're married, so, yeah." I intertwined our fingers. "Yes, we are."

"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you." "With what?"

"I mean, yeah, but how? I was still contemplating telling Benito. And my dad said he'd take care of it if⁠—"

"You're mine, Blake Vitale." His blue eyes stared back at me expectantly. "I take care of what's mine, I don't need another man to do it. Am I clear?" His smile was mischievous. "Yeah?"

"Don't push me, Blake. I tiptoe the line of insanity everyday."

"Quincy, I have news for you. You're fucking batshit insane already."

"You could have eaten without me." I looked at the time, it was nearly midnight.

"You're all I need." He reached up and touched my forehead. "You're not warm." "I'm not sick." "Had to make sure. You're being such a simp." "Fuck you, Blake."

that psycho finds out I'm gone⁠—"

"Hey." "Don't ‘hey’ me, baby girl. Where the fuck are you?" "I thought we were taking off and doing whatever we wanted these days,"

"Where are you?" "I'll be back soon." "That didn't answer my question." "Move my morning blowjob to when I get back." "Blake, I swear to god, if I have to track your ass down..." "I love you too." "What?"

"I'm Quincy's husband."