End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

"Harlow, what is he doing? Stop him!" "Shhh," Harlow whispered to her. "I wanna see where this goes."

"You're getting out of this apartment," I said as I walked back over to her slowly. "I suggest you find your purse, some mementos you can't live without, and your shoes. I already picked out a facility for you to move into. People can watch you there, they'll make sure you're safe." "Who do you think you⁠—" "Shut. Up," I said calmly. "You're lucky I'm this kind because if I was any one of my brothers, you would be strapped down to that disgusting chair and burned alive for your bullshit."

I moved closer until she tried to shrink back, but couldn't. "Quincy deserves a hell of a lot better than you. But I can also tell he loves you.

And I can't take away something he loves. Not even a miserable old asshole who goes out of her way to be cruel. So, shut up. Get your things. And walk out of here. This place and all this shit i...

"Save the crocodile tears. They don't...

"I don't know how to tell you this, but the building is on fire."

"The firefighters are putting everything out, but I haven't gotten any word that your mother was amongst the people escorted out of the building." He cleared his throat as if he didn't want to say anymore. "The fire started in her unit."

"Yes, the fuck it does! You're with me, Quincy, you're my husband and that means I will do anything and everything for you. Even if it means burning your mom’s place down and sticking her in a fucking home." "What?"

didn't want to ask you because you have a soft spot for her I will never understand. She is such an evil bitch who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself." His voice grew louder with every word out of his mouth. "Some people don't even need to have children. I'm sorry you had to grow up⁠—"

"Thank you," I finally said between kisses. "You're thanking me?"

thought she was dead, and I was spiraling for feeling relieved. I'm glad you didn’t kill her. Yeah, she’s awful, but… I can’t be the reason she’s dead.”

"I'd do anything for you, Quincy." All the love I never thought I could have for someone came rushing forward. "I love you, Blake."

"I love you too." "You sure?" I asked, my fingers curled into the waistband of his jeans, and I pulled them down. Blake lifted his hips without question. The moment his pants were off, he slapped me in the back of my head.

"Watch it, baby girl." "You're an idiot. Of course I'm sure. I love you."

"I'm going to make sure you can never love anyone but me for the rest of our lives." Blake's eyes widened. "You mean as long as I live."

"You go, baby, I go. If I'm dying, I will take you with me." My hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, tracing every vein that lined his length. "I can't live without you, and now, I can't die without you either."

"Yeah? You need me that badly, huh?"

Yes. I need you more then I need to breathe. From now on and forever, you are my everything.

Our gazes locked as Blake pulled back and slammed forward. The zaps of pleasure trickled up and down my spine, making every fine hair on my arms stand on end. It feels so good. Blake set a punishing pace, hitting my prostate with every thrust. I swore he was trying to break my body and mind. I'd only

"Why are you being quiet?" Blake grunted. His face screwed up in concentration. His dark strands fell over his face, and I moved them to the side. "Oh, I get it. I'm not driving you crazy enough."

folded me to his liking, and plunged back into my ass. His fingers pressed into my flesh as he forced my knees to touch my chest. His pants mixed with my moans filled the space up with the sounds of us owning one another.

Blake changed the angle just slightly. The guttural moan that escaped me sounded strangled as my husband forced more sounds out of me. He hit a spot deep inside and had stars bursting in the back of my eyelids. I was cumming before I could even comprehend it, untouched.

"Fuck, Quincy. You're so fucking tight," Blake hissed. He slowed down, breathing heavily as he stared at me like a madman. Cum decorated my torso and my chin. "Baby girl?" "I want to do that again."

There was no way I could cum that hard again, but before I could say anything, Blake was moving once more, pounding into me ...

that Blake was unleashing on my body, and I was reduced to moans all over again. "I love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you," my chant built more and more as Blake fucked me.

"Am I breaking you, Quincy?"

"Mine, you're all mine." The possession in his voice filled me with so much happiness, it only made me yearn for him more.

"Come on, baby girl. Cum in me." I ran my tongue over the shell of his ear as I met his fevered thrusts. "Own me inside and out." "Fuck. I love you, Quincy." He shoved my head back down and took my lips in a chaotic kiss. Our teeth clinked together as our tongues fought with each other. It was as if we both weren't close enough even with his cock in my ass and his tongue down my throat. I wanted more. “Don’t worry,” he groaned. “I would never miss out on breeding your tight ass. Not even for a second. You need to be stuffed full of my cum. Don’t you, Quincy?” I nodded feverishly. “Yes, yes. Need it.” He cooed. “So easy and breedable for me. How could I ever tell you no?”

Pleasure erupted from the pit of my stomach, and sank into every fiber of my being. I was left in a pure state of euphoria as I laid under my husband. His cock was still nestled inside of me, and I had half a mind to beg him to keep it in. Blake grunted as his softening cock finally slipped out. He rolled off to land on the bed next to me.

"We're getting matching tracking devices," I blurted out. "Fine, but I get to choose the colors. Knowing you, it will be neon pink or tangerine orange."

"Fuck you, I have good taste." I pushed at him. "Don't forget we have to go shopping for Gin and Ash's baby name day thingy."

"People like us, baby girl. We're not alone anymore." I kissed him again. “And you’re still getting to know them. Give it time.”

"I don't want to hear shit from you. I’ve heard what you've done in the board meeting room."

"Who told you?" Gin asked. His dark gaze went right to my husband. "The whole floor knew,"

might have even had to shut down the security camera that my older brother conveniently forgot about." Gin's eyes widened along with his smile. "Oh fuck. Please tell me you kept it."

"Why in the hell would I? I still need to pour bleach in my eyes." "Man, that would have been perfect blackmail. I want another baby, and Ash is holding out on me. Said we can't fuck as much cause we got a ...

"I know that face. Don't worry, I'll share some of my research with you on how to get pregnant. There are all types of moves to make sure the seed takes," Gin said.

"Ash, your man is over here trying to convince people to have babies," Harlow shouted. Ash's head popped up. His doe shaped eyes widened more as he searched for his fiancé.

"Everyone is a fucking snitch in this family,"

“The mother wanted a new life, and I gave her the opportunity. Just because I outbid the other parents…” I blinked at Gin. “Yeah, I’m not sure that’s how that works. Like at all.” Gin shrugged. “Works for me. He gets a home, we get a baby. Every problem solved!”

crazy brother." Blake looked around the room before meeting my gaze. "Again, who? They’re all crazy." "Watch it,"

"Oh, and the most important part, we have to plan out the holidays. If we leave it to them, it will be another disaster." They all nodded in agreement to Tex's rule.

"This is starting to feel like a cult,"

"Yeah, but I can't help but feel like I don't deserve him." I rolled the glass cup in my hand. "I've done some shitty things and will probably always end up doing them. There is absolutely nothing good about me, and yet he said he loves me."

Blake twisted on his heels and glared at me. "I mean, I'm sorry, baby girl. I'll be good."

"Better be or I won't fill your filthy hole with a drop of my cum for a month." Blake was fucking diabolical and he knew it.

"Baby girl ain't teasing," he growled. "It's... it's... Just what I call you." I could swear his face turned a shade redder than it had been before. He glanced away from me, his mouth in a straight, pouting line. I reached up and cupped his cheek. “Felt like teasing for a long time,” I pointed out. “Well, it’s not anymore,”

"Ma," I panted. Immediately, her face lit up like it was Christmas morning. "Blakey!"

mother stayed glued to me the entire time, the sound of her crying and her rising and falling shoulders making me feel emotional. "It's okay," I whispered. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm so glad you're here. And safe. I missed you so much!"