Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

“Avete messo il mio amico contro di me,” Quincy said. “Parla italiano?” “Che cosa hai fatto alla mia Harlow?”

“Se lo tocchi, ti strappo le braccia e te le infilo su per il culo,” Benito said.

He really wasn’t letting me out of his reach. For some insane reason, that made me want to do things like get on my knees and suck his dick until he shouted my name.

“Meglio tenerlo stretto o lo porto via.” “Non c’è posto al mondo in cui tu possa nasconderti se tocchi ciò che è mio,” Benito said.

His fingertips brushed along the shell of it, sending sparks of need dancing all over my body. How in the fuck does he do it? How does he make me need him with a simple touch?

The man had no idea the effect he was having on me. I almost missed the days when I looked at Benito and felt nothing but lust and hate. Now there was something new, and I wasn’t too sure about it.

Shit, fuck, damn. I think I like Benito Vitale.

My heart raced, my face flushed, and my stomach tightened. The truth socked me in the chest. I was in love with Harlow Hayashi.

“I love him.” As the words slipped from my lips I felt as if something broke, something changed. “Fuck, I love him.”

My eyes slid shut as I gave in and conjured up endless moments with Benito in my head. I craved him like an addict craved their fix. He was my vice and my salvation.

A cocky smirk formed on Benito’s face. My hand itched to slap it off his face and then kiss him. I wanted equal parts to hurt and love him.

It felt like he already knew, but he couldn’t possibly know I was so in love with him I no longer saw a world without him in it.

“Mostricio, non nascondetevi da me. Non eri quello che cercavo, ma sei tutto ciò di cui ho bisogno.”

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he mumbled. “I can’t wait to stare into them for the rest of our lives.”

“I’m saying you’re mine, Harlow.” Benito kissed me as he continued to thrust inside. “You’re going to be mine forever. There is no end date. Even in death, it’s me and you.”

“アイラブユー” I love you. “I need to hear it in English.”

“Iloveyou,” I spat the words out as fast as possible, ripping the band-aid off and waiting for the sting. Benito kissed my face, and I realized I’d closed my eyes. I forced them open and sucked in a breath at the softest smile on Benito’s face. “I love you too.”

“Need me to say it in every language?” I moaned as my toes curled. “I love you. Ti amo. Eu amo você. Je t'aime. Я люблю тебя.”

“I want to fuck you again.” “Save it for the honeymoon.” I could hardly contain the smile his words had brought out.

“I love you.” Benito’s eyes widened as if we hadn’t just said that to each other. He grabbed me and brought our foreheads together. “I love you too.”

“You know how to use that?” Harlow checked the chamber, spun it, and slapped it back into place. “Oh yeah.” My cock jumped at the exact moment my heart skipped a beat. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Shit happens. This is happening. Qiang and Andre both wanted to fuck with everything I've made. If someone’s fucking with my family, with the man I love, I’m going to do whatever the fuck needs to be done to stop it. So back off. Now!”

“I love the hell out of you, Benito.” I pressed my lips against his. When I pulled back, I sighed. “I love you too.” “Gay!” Giancarlo yelled.

There was nothing better than dissolving into silence with Harlow. As the world fell away, we were encased in our own little bubble. I wanted to stay like that forever. Fuck the rest of the world and the trouble we had ahead of us. I just wanted to breathe.

“Say you love me,” I moaned against his ear. “Tell me. I want to hear it.” Harlow sucked in a sharp breath. “I love you more than I love myself.”

I couldn’t get enough of touching him. Every time my hands slid against his skin, my heart caught in my throat. Harlow turned me into someone I hardly recognized. It was the person I’d pushed down for way too long. The man I’d been told I couldn’t be, that I had to hide, but who Harlow loved.

“Puttana psicotica.” Harlow jabbed a finger into my side. “I am not a psycho bitch,” he growled. I blinked at him. “How do you know what I’m saying?” Redness stained Harlow’s cheeks. “I’ve been studying," he muttered. “Don’t make a big deal of it!”

“Come on, fuck me harder, or I’ll be pissed off.” I laughed. “Maybe I’ll go slower,” I teased as I rolled my hips slowly, taking my time. “Both ways, you end up coming on my cock, baby.”

He’s perfect. Insane but perfect. I could stare at him forever.

“What?” he asked when he looked at me. “Nothing.” “Don’t be gay about it,” he said as he narrowed his eyes at me.