Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers Book 4)

Chapter 27

We weretwo warehouses down and had amassed more than enough dead bodies to fill a morgue. My ears rung from the multitude of screams, gun shots, and chaos. Thursday night was turning out to be more of a Saturday. Sweat, blood, and grime clung to me like a second skin. I”d switched out two bats already. I was currently on Jennifer. She was a maplewood bat, a little on the hefty side, but the sound she made when she cracked against a head was perfection. Like putting a nut in a nutcracker just right and getting that seamless crack.

I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tightness that came with swinging so much. I was out of practice. Drugs spilled out of a nearby bin. We were in the middle of one of the Acetos’ warehouses. They didn”t have nearly as big of a place as the Triads but it would still hit them where it hurt. They should have stayed under us licking up the crumbs that were tossed their way. Then they might have lived but they doomed their entire families to a fate worse than hell.

”Coming in!” Gin”s voice echoed down the hall, and I plastered myself to the wall, bat raised, and ready. A steady breath eased between my clenched teeth as I twisted my grip on the bat. The moment I saw the flash of metal, I swung.

Bang.

My ears pulsed as everything around me went quiet. I smiled as the gun fell from the guy”s hand and he crashed onto his ass, clutching his throat. Damn, that had to be worth something.

”Thirty points over here!” I laughed at the guy on the floor as he scrambled for air. His face turned an angry red that shifted to a purplish blue color. His eyes bulged out as he literally clawed at his flesh.

Enzo came around the corner, wiping his glasses off with the only clean piece of his shirt. He gave the man on the floor a cursory glance before stepping over him.

”Benito found a few of the Triads.”

”They”re even guarding each other”s shit?”

Enzo shrugged. ”Won”t matter. They pissed Benito off.”

A skin-crawling scream echoed through the warehouse. It was one of many and it wouldn”t be the last. As if to prove a point, another one bounced off the wall.

”Fucking Benito,” Gin growled as he came around the corner. He sported red gloves that were covered in blood, twisting his hammer at his side. He had the same smile I had on my face like he was thriving in the blood and chaos. ”Enzo, what”s the score?”

Our younger brother pushed bloody hands through his hair. He only ever allowed the mess when he was waist deep in murder and torture. Some people would call us crazy, or as the FBI labeled us, monsters. But we were just brothers thriving in our environment. If we”d been soft and docile like so many people wanted, we wouldn”t have risen to the top. No one was owed anything, no one in the world was guaranteed a piece of life. Those who took were the ones who truly lived. And the Vitales took whatever they pleased.

Another scream that shifted into a choking-gagging noise surrounded us. Benito was having a bit too much fun. I followed the noise and stopped in my tracks. Benito was covered from head to toe in blood and viscera. The guy he was working over barely looked human. One eye was a bloody mess, his fingers were gone and his legs were broken at odd angles.

Benito produced a knife from his ankle and dragged it across the guy”s abdomen. His cries were feeble but there was no doubt he felt every inch of Benito”s blade carving deep into his flesh. His cries died and his arms stopped flailing as Benito reached into his stomach, blood oozing out around his arm, and pulled out his intestines.

Too wrapped up in what Benito was doing, I hadn”t noticed the guy still alive, slowly inching his way toward the exit. He wasn”t going to make it, but it was a valiant effort. Benito waltzed over to him even as he scrambled to get purchase on the sticky floor.

”He won”t,” Gin said.

”He is,” Enzo and I said in unison.

Benito took the intestines of the last guy and wrapped them around the remaining enemy”s throat. The smell alone was gross but to be choked out by another man”s intestines was just plain disrespectful. The look on Benito”s face was one of pure bliss as he deprived the man of air. He begged for mercy with his eyes, choking sounds filling the air.

”Benito’s winning,” Enzo finally answered.

”Come on, he cheated! If I”d known you were taking torture into consideration, I would have gotten a little more artsy with it,” Gin whined.

I rubbed my shoulders attempting to ease the tight muscles. It had been a while since I went out cracking skulls with my brothers. ”Shit, there is only so much you can do. Benito shouldn”t count, he”s?—”

”Fucked in the head. I keep telling him to stop shoving that shit down,” Gin said.

”You think he said something?” I asked, pointing to the dead body missing his intestines.

Gin looked around and pointed to one of the men standing at the side. Their guns were out and ready to attack. He jogged over to us, keeping a healthy distance. His suit was practically clean compared to us who look like we bathed in blood.

”What happened?” I asked.

”Oh, um?—”

”Don”t start that um shit or we”ll play double dutch with your intestines next,” Gin warned.

The guy audibly swallowed, and I couldn”t help but laugh. ”Stop fucking with him, Gin. What happened?”

”The boss asked him what their plan was and the guy right there mentioned they had plans to steal the boss”s husband and pass him around after Qiang was done with him.”

All three of us looked to Benito as he went back to the corpse and stomped its head in until there was nothing but mush. Benito’s foot stuck from the suction of his brains and caved in skull. Even then, our older brother lifted his foot with the head still attached and slammed it down repeatedly.

”All right, he won,” Gin grumbled. ”I don”t like admitting defeat, but he”s lost it.”

That was the understatement. I nodded for our man to head back to guard. He got the jist and ran for the hills. I couldn”t blame him. Most of them had heard stories and had even seen evidence of what we were capable of, but it had been years since we”d turned the streets of New York into a river of blood.

Benito dropped his victim and one of the guys ran over to him with a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. Our brother took a long drag before he stepped away from the pile of corpses on the ground. ”Get this shit cleaned up.”

”Yes, sir.”

He smiled like he”d had the best orgasm of a lifetime, or in Benito”s case, relieved years worth of stress in one night.

”Are you done already?” I asked.

”Yeah, we need to get cleaned up and get out of here.” He finished off his cigarette and tossed it to the ground. ”Tony.”

His right-hand man ran over to Benito”s side. I hadn”t seen him since he shot York, and I was still pissed off about it. I narrowed my eyes at him.

”Yeah, boss?” Tony eyed me wearily, as he should. We still had to talk or duke it out, probably more the latter.

”They want to burn shit down? Torch every place we visited tonight. We”ll show them how it”s really done.”

Enzo snapped at a few of the men standing by. ”Change of clothes and the cleaning equipment.”

”See, time will heal all wounds,” Benito said, catching my attention. He smeared blood on his cheek. He was making more of a mess but he looked a lot happier.

”What philosophical bullshit are you spouting?” I pointed to the bodies that littered the ground. ”Time ain’t healing them.”

”I meant with you and Gin.”

My twin stopped teasing a few of the men and turned to stare at us. His grin dropped as he really looked at me. ”Not this either,” Gin said. He stared at me, hurt in his brown eyes. He”d just been smiling at me like a loon. ”Violence makes me happy, but don”t think I forgot my twin abandoning me. I thought you were dead. We didn”t even get to do a funeral for you back then. Mom was devastated.” He looked at me. ”Did she know?”

My heart felt as if it was crashing in on itself. ”No. I wanted to tell you and her. I never meant to hurt you.”

”Yeah, you keep saying that.”

”Dad had a plan, and you know how?—”

”Paolo, stop!” Gin pointed his hammer my way, still dripping in blood. ”Own your shit. We”re fucking twins. If one of us decides to jump off a bridge, the other follows, no questions asked. You could have said something but you chose not to.”

”It was hard for me too. Knowing everything you went through?—”

Gin was in my face, our noses practically touching. A bloody Silvy pressed against my temple. ”You don”t know shit about what I went through. You sure as hell weren”t there.”

”Gin,” Benito warned.

I raised my hand, cutting our older brother off. I didn”t break eye contact with Gin. ”You”re right, I don”t know. What? You want me to hold your hand as you cry on my shoulder about everything I missed? I can”t turn back time, Gin. I can”t erase everything we went through. I”m here now. Fucking get over yourself.”

”You fucking bastard.”

”I missed shit, yeah. Guess what? You didn”t spend a longer stint in that damn prison because I pulled every damn string I had. I was nothing more than a rookie. You think I had any pull? But I risked everything to get you out of there. Sorry I wasn”t there to play Chutes and Ladders when you got out.”

Gin”s fist cracked against my cheek. Pain flared, but it was welcomed. Fuck it. I swung back. Words were no longer useful between us. How could they be when there was so much hurt and damage between us? We traded blows. No more talking. It wasn”t what we knew and it sure as shit wasn”t what we were good at. Gin kicked my ankle, nearly breaking that bitch. Searing hot pain flared up my leg, forcing me to take weight off it. I didn”t let him be the only one to hand out pain. I slammed my elbow into his eye and swung with my left fist, hitting him square in the jaw. Spittal splashed over my face, joining the mess already there from our eventful night.

We both backed up after hitting each other a few more times. If I wasn”t tired before, I was fucking exhausted now.

”You two idiots done?” Benito asked. He was already changed, pulling on the cufflinks of his suit. The blood that had been covering him was gone. His hair was wet and slicked back off his face.

Enzo was the same, cleaned up and looking more like himself than ever. He fidgeted before forcing himself to stop. He probably didn”t feel clean enough.

Breathing heavily, I spat blood out of my mouth and worked my jaw. ”Enzo, you need a turn to beat up on me too?”

He looked my way, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. ”I took my frustrations out on someone else. You wouldn”t be able to walk.”

I nodded, knowing he was probably right. We were all crazy, but Enzo? He was missing the part of his brain that screamed he was going too far. I shoved my fingers through my hair and regretted it instantly. Dry blood flaked off and clung to my sticky hands.

”Gin, we good?” I asked.

My twin spat blood on the floor before standing up straight. I couldn’t read the expression in his eyes and it made my stomach tighten.

“We’re good enough for now,” he said.

I nodded. That was all I could expect at the moment. Gin still needed time and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t rush him.

Benito”s phone rang and he winced looking down at it.

”That your hellion at home?” Gin joked.

”Twenty says Benito gets chewed out for not inviting Harlow,” I said as I started to strip. If I was going home to York, I couldn”t look like this. He wouldn”t understand. The thought of him taking the girls and running had me scrubbing the blood from under my nails with the jugs of water we had brought along with us. My FBI brain screamed we might be leaving some evidence behind. I reminded myself that my brothers were good at what they did. They were only human but efficient. Everything was getting burned down regardless, there would be no traces of us left.

Enzo and Gin nodded. ”We want in on that bet.”

It was good to have my brothers back in my life.

I openedthe door to my place. I fully expected pitch darkness to greet me. Any time I came back, everyone was sound asleep and I was left alone. I stopped short at the sight before me. York was asleep on the couch and the girls were on his chest, also snoring. The throw blanket rested over them as cartoons played in the background.

The door closed softly behind me, and I stayed standing there for far longer than I should have. I thought about taking my phone out and snapping a few photos, but I didn”t want to take my eyes off them for a second. I wanted to be right there on the couch, holding all three of them. Soft snores came from the three of them in unison, lulling me closer.

I stayed still for another ten minutes before pushing off the door and heading toward them. Crouching down, I ran my fingers through Navy”s curly hair and then Nyra’s. York”s eyes opened at my sudden movement. His body went stiff before it steadily relaxed once our eyes met. I doubted he noticed how he tended to relax around me. The man was on edge twenty-four- seven, only relaxing when we were close together.

”You”re back.”

I nodded. ”It was a long night.”

York grunted trying to move his hand to touch me. I yearned for it. For him to make a move that didn”t require me coaxing it out of him. I missed his subtle touches.

”There”s a cut on your face.”

Was there? I hadn”t even noticed. By the end of the night, all I could think about was getting back home to them. ”I”m okay.”

”It”s still bleeding.” He sounded half-asleep.

”Careful there, York. I might think you”re worried about me.”

His frown dipped as if he couldn”t figure out why I would say something like that.

”Let me help put the girls to bed. Where is Shelly?”

York yawned. ”I gave her the rest of the night off after we went swimming. The girls wanted to wait for you to get back, so we hung out here.”

They waited for me?If York was trying to convince me they weren”t mine, he was doing a piss poor job of it. I scooped Nyra up in my arms and reached for Navy. She clung to York like an octopus. She grumbled and whined, but the moment she was in my arms, she settled back down.

”What are we feeding them? They”re growing too fast.”

York stood up, stretching his arms over his head. His deep brown skin came into view, and I remembered explicitly licking it.

”You”re the cook. They even asked Shelly to stop cooking because they like your food better.”

That made me unbearably happy. ”I am the best.”

”At cooking; not so much at being a decent human being.”

I shrugged, heading for the girls room. ”We can”t all be flawless people.”

”Murder is a huge flaw.”

”Is it?”

York opened the door and headed inside to help put the girls in bed. Shelly was sprawled out, asleep in the middle of the king size bed. York shook his head.

”I”ll sleep on the couch and the girls can have my room.”

We stepped back out of the main suite and headed for his room. It was a bit messy with paperwork everywhere.

”Let me clean this all up.” York reached for the multitude of papers littering his bed and floor. He was normally a neat man. As my boss, he had everything in order, and everything had a place. Here, it felt like York was all over.

”It”s fine, there”s stuff everywhere. They can take my bed.”

”Paolo,” York whispered behind me as I headed to my room.

I hummed, my arms screaming in agony. It was an ache I could ignore. I”d rather die than drop the girls. York took one look at my face and opened the door. My room was practically empty. I used it just how I used the apartment I had as Paul. Nothing stuck out. The bed was freshly made as if I was ready to disappear at a moment”s notice.

”Can you grab Nyra?” I asked York.

He scooped her out of my arms and kissed her forehead as he placed her down in the bed. I put Navy right next to her twin, and like clockwork, they rolled toward the middle and cuddled together.

Twins are the best.

”Maybe turn on cartoons so they don”t wake up,” I suggested.

York passed the remote over. ”You know what they like. Apparently, I”m not great at picking shows out.”

A soft chuckle rumbled out of my chest as I turned the girl”s favorite cute cartoon on before heading out.

York stopped me, his hand on my arm. I zeroed in on it. Him touching me tonight probably wasn”t in his best interest. My cock was hard and my adrenaline was still through the roof. I either wanted to be fucked until I couldn”t breathe, or fuck him into the mattress to the point he wouldn”t be able to remember his own name.

”Stop looking at me like that,” York said. He was only an inch taller than me, but it only meant we were always perfectly aligned. I could close the distance between us and kiss his full lips without so much as a stretch. ”Stop, Paolo.” York placed his hand in the middle of my chest. He licked his lips, teasing me further.

”Stop touching me then.”

York”s hand dropped away, and I missed the contact the moment it was gone.

Sexual tension circled us, pushing us closer as we stared into each other”s eyes. How could he stand there and not go insane when it felt like everything in the world was screaming for us to be together?

”Your face is still bleeding,” he pointed out.

”Okay.”

York”s brows dipped before he turned and headed for his room. He left the door open. I hesitated for ten seconds before choosing to follow behind him. I closed the door behind me and the quietness of his room sank in. We”d only been staying at Benito”s place for a little while, and already it smelled heavily of York. I readjusted my cock as the need to pull my dick out and stroke it overcame me.

”Here it is.” York turned, eyeing me wearily. He glanced at the door and then at me again. ”Sit on the edge of the bed so I can patch you up.”

”Sure thing, boss man.” I plopped down, more than happy to let York take care of me. This was the most attention he”d given me since we arrived.

”Paul—Paolo.” York shook his head, his mouth shutting as if he wasn”t sure what he wanted to say.

My stomach twisted; he still wanted to see me as Paul. There were parts of me that couldn’t say Paul was completely fake, but he wasn”t the real me either. York”s touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned up the cut on my cheek and bandaged it.

Before he could take a step away, I grabbed his waist. The elastic waistband of his sweats was easy to hold onto. ”Missed me?”

York looked down at my hands and then at my face. ”No.”

That hurt but I could take it. I knew I was wearing him down; he was mine after all. I released him, and York took a few healthy steps back.

As if he couldn”t help himself, he opened his mouth. ”If you stayed gone, it would make my life easier.”

York knew how to say shit to piss me off. I was starting to think he was doing it on purpose, to see if he could get a rise out of me. Every single time, it was a test of my patience, and it was wearing thinner by the day.

”York.”

My boss shrugged, putting away the first aid kit he had in his room. He slipped it back under the bed. ”You asked.”

I ran my tongue over my teeth forcing a smile. ”Keep it up.” He was going to have me flying off the handle. I was still trying to give him pieces of Paul. I”d played him for so long that sometimes it felt easier. But with each passing day, I fell into my true self. Keeping up the facade was impossible. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes. I”d smoked maybe once or twice while we had our boys night out, but now I was smoking because a certain someone was pissing me off on purpose. If I didn”t find something to do with my hands quickly, I was likely to grab him by the throat and force him down to his knees.

My boss on his knees gazing up at me while my cock stretched his mouth wasn”t an image I was quite ready for. I shivered as need and pleasure skirted up and down my spine.

”What happened?” York asked.

”Are you asking about why I”m hurt or in general?”

”Isn”t it connected?”

I shook my head. ”This”—I touched my cheek lightly—”is from my twin. Along with a bunch of other bruises all over my body.”

”What the hell, why?” York was back in my space in a second, grabbing at the button up and opening it too slowly for my liking. If he wanted me naked, all he had to do was ask.

”Fuck, Paolo.” His heated fingers caressed my sensitive flesh, dragging out a moan. York”s touches stopped for a second, and I met his gaze.

”Don”t stop.”

His pink tongue flicked out, dragging across his bottom lip and leaving a sheen of wetness behind. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. Really kiss him, no more of these small pecks. I wanted to map out every inch of his mouth and own him completely. York broke off our stare and went back to poking and prodding the bruises on my flesh until he was satisfied.

I could cum just from him touching me like this. That was how good it felt. It was over before I was ready and he put distance between us again, leaving me feeling cold and needier than when I came home.

Calming down was for the best before I did something stupid. ”What do you want for dinner tomorrow?” I got off the bed, planning to leave and head to the couch.

”Don”t worry about it. Shelly already told me she was making me steak and potatoes.”

It was stupid, but my rational brain was shut off for the night. I was across his bedroom, shoving York up against the wall before I even registered it. ”You eat anyone”s cooking but mine, the girls, or your own, and know I will cut your tongue out of your mouth.”

Fear was what I expected, but the stoic look on York”s face said he”d do it. Just to be spiteful.

Oh, try me.

We stared at each other, neither one of us moving. Tension built and wrapped around us like a thick blanket.

”Violence is all you know.”

He had no idea. ”Mmm, you and I both know that”s not true. I can be sweet, York. It just depends on if you want that side of me.” I glanced down, and he was wearing black sweats this time instead of the gray ones that gave everything away. ”What will it be, sweet cheeks?”

”Fuck you. We”re never having sex again.”

”Keep lying to yourself.” I stripped my shirt off and tossed it to the side. York”s eyes tracked down my body and they held the same hungry look he gave me when we hooked up at The Apple all those weeks ago. ”Celibacy won”t do you any good.”

”Who said I would be celibate? You were a warm-up for me to get back out there and date.”

I froze, my body coiled tight. The thought of York with anyone besides me, someone else with their mouth around his cock, pulling out needy moans as he lost all inhibitions, was the last straw.

”What?” York bit out.

”I”m done.”

He started to speak, but I was in front of him, our mouths against one another. Tasting York was like licking an electric line. My entire body came to life. I groaned even as his fist slammed into my side. Pain flared up my ribcage. He wanted to play that game. I could do the same. I grabbed the back of his neck and bit down on his lip until the sweet coppery taste of his blood kissed my tongue.

I groaned, pulling back slightly to lick my lips. ”You want violence so bad, baby? I can give it to you.”

York glared at me, his lip bleeding and looking all too appetizing. ”Get the hell away from me. Now, Paolo.” He used that tone of voice that normally had agents scrambling at work. But right now, it only made me want to destroy him more.

”No.” The surprised look on York”s face was almost comical. ”I”ve been the nice guy again and again and it”s not what you want.”

He attempted to shake me off, his elbow jabbing into my side. We were trained by the same people and attended the same classes for agents. I knew every standard move the FBI forced every agent to learn. I moved with him taking the blow but softening with my arm. Twisting to the left I brought my fist toward his face. York blocked me, but I brought my knee up at the same time and kneed him in the balls.

”Dirty fuck,” he grunted out.

I grabbed him by the neck, squeezing tight and letting him know just how fucked he truly was. ”Guess there is a difference between a man who”s willing to kill and one who does kill.”

York”s pulse raced against my fingertips as I shoved him toward the bed. He scrambled to move but I traveled up the length of his body and slammed his arms above his head.

”What”s the matter, York?”

”I don”t want this.”

I ground my ass against his cock that was poking me, practically begging for my touch. ”You sure about that?”

The muscles in York”s neck tightened as he tried to look anywhere but at me. I wasn”t having any of that. I stripped the rest of my clothes off along with York”s. He”d been wearing comfy clothes a lot lately, which meant it made it ten times easier to undress him. My boss on the bed, his thick muscles, cut abs and overall powerful body at my mercy was doing it for me.

”Be good and let me have what”s mine.”

”Who said I was yours?” York”s breathing was labored as my breath blew across the head of his cock.

”I warned you once that when I possess someone, that”s it. They become mine.”

”Fuck you. Ah, fuck.”

I swallowed York”s cock down, moaning around the thick length in my mouth. The tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, and I moaned with want. I took him down further until my nose rested against neatly groomed pubic hair.

”Paolo, wait, fuck.” York”s words were choppy at best as I swallowed around his cock.

Turning him stupid from pleasure had to be my favorite thing. I bobbed my head up and down, loving the way York”s cock felt against my tongue. I could suck him off everyday and never get tired of it. His toes curled and he lifted his hips off the bed as he fucked into my mouth. His hand came down on the back of my head and I let him have the control for a few thrusts before I pulled free with an audible pop.

”Arms back up.”

”You don”t run shit, Paolo.”

”Want to bet, sweet cheeks?” The threat hung in the air, and I wanted to see if York would really push it. I knew he was demanding, but I could be the same way.

York put his hands above his head, his chest rising and falling as he stared down at me. I grabbed the lube, slicing my fingers up. He stared intently at everything I did. A bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock as I tapped my slick fingers against his tight hole.

”Spread your legs like I taught you.”

York did just that, giving me a full view of his ass. A groan was all I could muster for a second as desire overtook me. I dove forward and ran my tongue over his puckered flesh. The way York”s hips jerked triggered me, and I wrapped my arms under his thighs and held him down as I feasted on his hole. He tried bucking as I speared my tongue in and out. The heat alone drove me crazy. I knew the moment I sank into him, it would be like coming home.

”Paolo,” York moaned. His fist hit the bed. ”Stop teasing me.”

I pulled back, licking my lips and enjoying the taste of him. ”For someone who said they didn”t want it, you”re practically begging for it now.”

”Fuck you.”

I shook my head with a smile on my face. I took York”s cock in one hand and pressed two fingers against his hole. ”Tonight it”s you getting fucked. I can”t take this anymore, York. I”m going to make you realize just how much we fit together.”

Swallowing his cock back down my throat, I fingered York without warning. His ass tightened around me, sucking me in further. He was tense as I sought out his prostate. The moment my fingers brushed against the spongy nerves, York”s body dropped back down to the bed and his hips shook. I worked him over, adding a third finger to make sure he was stretched. I wanted to destroy him, but I planned on doing it with so much pleasure that York never thought about walking out on me.

”Paolo, I’m going to?—”

I pulled off before York could even finish his sentence. My fingers slipped out of his hot ass. They tingled as if they belonged in York, stretching and teasing him all the time.

He panted. ”Why did you stop?”

I smirked as I crawled back up the bed holding my cock by the base. I moved until my dick was in York”s face.

”Are you ready to admit it?”

York looked at me, his pupils dilated before he glanced at my cock. The hungry look on his face was unmistakable. He wanted me and he wanted me now. If I had restraint when it came to him, I”d pull back and force him to wait, but I didn”t.

”Open up for me, sweet cheeks. I want my cock sloppy wet for when I fuck you.”

York licked his lips, but refused to open them. I grinned.

”Really?” He was in a mood. If I knew my boss was into being manhandled I would have started him off a lot differently. I gripped his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

York groaned as his lips parted and his tongue came out. I shoved my cock into his mouth and groaned.

”Bite me and know I will hurt you twice as bad.”

York”s cock twitched, and I made a mental note that my boss had a secret side to him that I fully planned to take advantage of. I rocked forward as wet heat surrounded my cock.

”Fuck, you”re bad at this. Move your tongue, sweet cheeks.” I forced more of my cock into his mouth not giving a damn if it wasn”t the best blow job. The fact it was York was already pushing me toward climax. My toes curled as I pumped in and out of his mouth.

He gagged, and I nearly came. I pulled back, heart battering against my ribcage. ”That was close.” I laughed.

York looked dazed, his mouth still open. He licked his lips as if still tasting me. I leaned forward and stole a kiss, unable to help myself. Tasting me on his lips had to be the most intoxicating thing in the world.

”Get on your hands and knees.” When York didn”t move fast enough for me, I helped flip him over.

He glanced over his shoulder at me like I”d lost my mind.

”All that violence means I can do things other men can”t.” I was behind York, the tip of my cock against his hole.

”Condom,” York moaned out as I pushed forward.

”Not happening.” I bottomed out, shoving my full length inside of him. The heat had me in a chokehold. I swallowed a few times trying to get my tongue to work along with my brain. I leaned forward until my lips pressed against York”s ear. ”You”re mine. That means I”m going to fill you with every drop of cum so you can feel me in the deepest parts of you. Can”t deny me then, can you?”

”You’re an asshole,” York groaned.

I laughed, giving him another second before slowly pulling out. Every inch I moved out felt like York”s body was desperately trying to suck me back in. I wasn”t going to last long. He shouldn”t feel so fucking good. I rocked forward, only to pull back out and do it all over again. I moved until I found that spot that would drive York insane. The moment my cock hit his prostate, there was an instant change in York. His ass lifted and he pushed back against me.

”Is that the good spot, baby?”

”Do it again,” York moaned.

Happily. I pulled back and hit the same spot. York let out a growly moan that had my toes curling. He was a big, muscular man taking my cock like he was made for it.

I slapped my hand over his mouth. ”Shh, we have kids.” I slammed my cock into him, and his back arched.

York”s moans were muffled against my palm as his ass tried to milk me.

”Fuck, you feel good, sweet cheeks. You”re addictive all around.” I picked up the pace, fucking York the way he was always meant to be fucked. ”I can”t ever give you up.”

He was stuck with me for eternity. He wouldn’t even be able to escape me using witness protection. There was no out, not anymore. York didn”t correct me; he was trembling as he moved with my thrusts. He rubbed his cock on the covers chasing his own pleasure. We both were lost in webs of ecstasy, stuck and unable to find a way out. Not that I was looking for an escape. If it was with York, I”d happily stay this way with the outside world nothing but a blur.

”P-Paolo,” York moaned. His hole tightened around me, and I swore under my breath.

”That”s it, baby. Milk my cock.” I groaned as pleasure rocked through me. I tried to stave off my climax just so I could keep going but the telltale tingle at the base of my spine was all the warning I got.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re mine, York.” My thrusts were shallow as I filled him with every ounce of cum I had been building up. Euphoria was a soft glowy haze that surrounded me as my muscles finally caved, and I fell on top of York. He grunted but otherwise said nothing. My breathing slowly calmed down as my heart stopped trying to escape. I slowly pulled out of York, moaning at the way his body still tried to hold onto me. If my entire body wasn”t on fire, I”d gladly do it again.

I sat up on my knees and looked down at York, spreading his cheeks. My cum dripped out, and I pushed it back in.

”What the hell?” York mumbled.

”Stop letting it leak out.”

York glanced over his shoulder. ”How in the hell am I supposed to do that?”

I looked at him and back to his ass. My cock was already showing an interest. A few minutes and I”d be ready to go again. York wiggled his ass and the few minutes went out the window.

”I can just keep stuffing you full of it.”

”What?” his shocked face was just as hot as his angry face, and his blissed out face, and his serious get down to business face.

”Not a bad idea, right?”

I gripped York”s leg and forced him onto his side. His abdomen was caked in cum, and I swiped my fingers through it. I brought it to my lips and moaned. ”Fuck, you always taste so good.”

”Paolo, I need recovery time.”

I smiled. ”Then recover while I make myself at home.” I pushed my cock back inside of him, my cum gushing out around my dick and making the slide in much easier.

York”s head fell to the bed as his legs trembled. I kissed his calf and rocked forward . ”Face it, you don”t want to be anywhere else but right here with me.”

Where he was going to stay forever even if I had to destroy everything around him to see the truth. That I was his only option. I was crazy enough to make it true.