Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers Book 4)

Chapter 37

I twisted left and right,stretching, testing out my range of motion. Three weeks of healing could do a number on a man. It was three hellish weeks of blue balls.

Winter was in full swing in New York, snow and ice lined the streets creating a muddy slush that seemed to get into everything. The girls were home for the holiday break and loving every minute of it. Life was good.

”Don”t go overboard,” Melony said, packing up her bag. Her bubble gum pink hair was pulled back into two braids. She”d stayed in the building the entire time while I recovered. My bill was going to be astronomical, but she was worth every penny and then some.

”What”s going overboard?”

She eyed me before slapping me in the back of my head. ”All of you are the same. Men are always thinking with their dicks.”

”Hey, my brain is up there. What if you fuck it up even more?” I rubbed my head, trying my hardest not to grin.

Melony ignored me, shaking her head. ”I”m going home. I miss my girlfriend, and if she sends me one more video, I might just lose my mind.”

”Oh, that”s right, Gin said something about you banging Tex”s friend. How”s that going? Wedding bells?”

Melony headed for the door with a smile on her face. ”I don”t know, she”s younger than me and she has a life she needs to live.”

”But? I’m waiting for it, ‘cause there is no way there isn”t one.”

The good doctor flipped me off. ”But—” Melony shrugged.

”She”s yours,” I supplied.

”I”m not like you idiots. Possessing someone isn”t a great way to start off a relationship.”

I laughed. I knew Melony for years. She was just as crazy, if not more so, than us. A single brow lift was all I gave her, and she flipped me off again. Laughter spilled from her lips as she headed out the door. She”d figure out she was just as insane as the rest of us. There was a reason she got along with the Vitales.

Left alone, I went back to straightening up the place. The girls were upstairs at Benito”s place playing with baby Emica and Harlow. For now, we were going to stay in Benito”s building. This felt safer. Besides, I liked being near my brothers again. I wasn’t ready to leave.

I unwrapped the new frames I had delivered and put photos in each of them. My chest filled with warmth as I hung up each one. There was Dawn and the girls, Dawn and York, one of all four of them together and then there was one of me, York, and our daughters.

I took a step back and smiled at the display. Our little family.

My phone vibrated and I took it out to see both girls were messaging me.

Navy: We learned a new trick!!????

Nyra:????

Navy: Attached video

The girls were flipping knives over their knuckles before tossing and catching them.

Paolo: Wow, you two have talent. Who taught you to do that?

Nyra: Mr. Quincy and Uncle Harlow??

Of course.

Paolo: Let”s not tell your dad or show him.

Navy: kk????

Nyra: ????

They had their phones again, which meant we had happy little pre-teens. The spoiled brats they were had Christmas lists longer than my forearms. I planned to get them every single item. It was the least I could do after everything they”d gone through. Their adjustment was coming along, and we”d finally agreed on a good therapist. Dr. Jaggis came with a long list of credentials, not to mention she got along with the girls.

Before I put my phone away, I checked for any messages from York. He was going to be back home later tonight. York was back at work as of a week ago, doing what he did best. As far as Paul Gallo went, the news should be hitting the FBI circuit any second now. As my boss, York would be the first one to receive the news.

Right on cue, my phone rang.

”Hey, sweet cheeks. You on your way back yet? Miss you already.”

”What the hell is this shit?” York growled.

That voice never ceased to send chills of desire racing down my spine. ”Hmm, I”m not sure what you”re talking about, baby.”

”Paolo,” York whispered.

He was easily riled up by me now that I knew how to get under his skin.”Yeah, call my name more, boss man.”

Something cracked over the phone, and I hurriedly covered my mouth to keep my laughter hidden.

”Gianpaolo.”

Shit, I was in trouble. I stopped joking around, knowing it was something serious.

”Why do I have a report on my desk with details about your death?” There was movement over the line. ”How in the hell did you pull off being conveniently killed at one of the warehouses?”

”Right, I meant to warn you about that.”

York grunted. ”Meant to?” He blew out a breath. ”Never mind, don”t tell me how you did it right now. We can talk about you messing with FBI records when I get home.”

”Sorry about that. But I had to take care of Paul; it wasn”t like I could go back and forth.” I leaned against the counter. ”Not to mention, talking might be the last thing on your mind when you get home.”

”You”re still healing,” my saint of a boyfriend said.

Three weeks, and I couldn”t even get a damn blow job. He was going to pay for every second of making me hold out. ”Got the all-clear from the doc today.”

”I”ll call her.” There was a pause before York came back on the phone. ”I have to go, we”re having a meeting.”

”Have fun. Make sure you have your phone on you in case of emergencies. Love you.”

”Love you too.” York”s answer still shook me to my core every single time I heard it.

He loved me. I knew, of course I did, but it didn”t change how good it felt when he said those three magical words to me. I hurriedly dialed Gin”s number.

”Coming out to play or does the fed still have you on house arrest?”

”Ha-ha, you”re hilarious. No, I”m all good. Melony cleared me. I’m going to a sex shop, wanna come? Unless you and Ash are only into vanilla sex.”

Gin laughed. ”He carved his fucking name into my chest. There is always room to corrupt him more.” There was a pause before my brother came back on the line. “My thing seems to be running a bit behind, so I got time. Meet you downtown.”

”See you.” I hung up and sent a quick text to Harlow.

Paolo: Can the twins spend the night?

Harlow: I don”t see why not. Your brother is already going crazy over them.

Harlow: He really wants a big family. ????

Paolo: Yep, since we were kids. Consider this practice for a full house in your future.

Harlow: I will stab you if you ever wish that on me again.

I laughed. Harlow was insane, but he was a good guy. I saw how he loved my brother and his fierce loyalty to the Vitale family. My girls were in good hands for the night. Pocketing my phone, I grabbed my keys and was out the door. There were four new guards in our hallway. The threat was gone, but we had to be cautious. York was still an FBI agent, and I took my family”s safety seriously.

”If the girls come down for their clothes, make sure to escort them back up to Benito”s place where Tony will take over watching. And do not tell York that Tony was here.”

If I thought I had a score to settle with Tony, York was worse. For the first time I’d seen bloodlust in my boss’s eyes in that factory, and it was the exact same expression he wore whenever Tony came within a twenty-yard radius of us.

The guards nodded their heads and took their leave. I”d recorded a few videos and took pictures prior to Melony coming over. All in preparation for plan drive York mad. I sent the first pic of me bent over our bed to York.

Paolo: Attached photo

Paolo: Your dinner.

I sent the video of me shaking my ass, knowing just how much York enjoyed it. He stared at me a little too hard any time I bent over. Definitely an ass man all day. I didn”t make it to my car before York”s name flashed on the screen. I was slightly disappointed that it wasn”t a call.

York: WHAT THE HELL? I”m at work.

Paolo: Attached photo.

Paolo: Here, it’s to help you get through the rest of your day.

Paolo: This is waiting for you when you”re done.

There was the picture with my hand wrapped around my hard cock. Of course a video went along with it. The first video hadn”t had any sound to it. This was certainly did. I made sure to moan”s York name over and over again while I stroked my cock this morning. Even thinking about how I”d pleasured myself to York had me getting hard all over again.

York: Goddamn it, Paolo. You”re dead.

Paolo: How will you do it, baby?

Paolo: Details ??

I made it to the sex stop all while teasing York. It was the best. I could practically picture him trying to hold it together while being pissed off and turned on. I adjusted myself before hopping out of my car. I”d switched out the plain car Paul drove to one that was more of my personal style. Gin got one of Dad’s fixer upper’s, but he was more into cars then I was. I could appreciate a new car off the lot. There was something about the fresh leather smell mixed with the new car smell that did it for me.

The all-black Cadillac was just what the doctor ordered.

”About time,” Gin said. His head tilted. ”What the hell are you doing and how can I join?”

I shook my head. ”No joining. Ash would kill you or cry.”

”Oh, it”s probably both. Your fed holding up fine?”

I knew my brothers were worried about what was going to happen with York. We hadn”t talked about it much besides that one day, but I knew being an agent had been York”s entire dream. I had no qualms letting him stay. He promised to not leave me, so as far as I was concerned, we”d work it out somehow. He was leaving the Vitales alone at work and getting closer to us with each encounter.

”He”s good. York is fantastic at his job.”

”Yeah, so good he”s going to take us down?” Gin asked.

”No.”

Gin”s shoulders relaxed. ”Cool with me. I don”t want to fight my brother because his man wants us all locked up.”

I knocked shoulders with my twin. I didn”t have to tell him that if it came down to it, I would pick York and the girls. I”d choose them again and again. It was selfish, and my entire life I”d been taught nothing or no one came before the Vitale name. But I couldn”t believe in that anymore, not when I had something far more precious to me.

”Let”s do some damage,” Gin said, rubbing his hands together greedily.

I almost felt bad for Ash. Almost.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sent another picture with a video. Each one was different from the last. I even sent a few to his secure email, the ones where my face was blocked out.

York: MY WORK EMAIL???

Paolo: You”re welcome.

York: I opened it because it said time sensitive. In a room full of people.

Gin peeked over my shoulder and burst out laughing. ”Oh, that”s good. Why didn”t I think of that?” He held his midsection, bent over laughing. ”I”ll have to do that to Ash next semester while he”s in class.”

”I”ll show you how to tape the phone on the ceiling for some really good angles.”

I pocketed my phone and ignored my raging boyfriend”s messages. He was mad-mad and I knew it was going to result in some great dick. My body was practically humming with anticipation. We browsed the store for anything that caught my attention. By the time Gin and I were done, we”d bought practically the entire store. There wasn”t one thing that didn”t turn me on when I thought about using it on or with York.

”Shit, gotta go. Have fun with your fed,” Gin said. He waved his phone at me. ”Unless you want to join in on my adventures. Bash a few skulls in, get a baby, go shopping? You know, fun stuff.”

”Next time.” I”d slip fully back into my role within the family. But only once I had York. There was no way I was going to be able to function with heavy blue balls between my legs.

My phone went off again, and I got behind the wheel. I took a picture of the backseat full of bags from the sex shop.

Paolo: You upset, baby? Come take it out on my ass.

York: Bet.

I blinked a few times. He wasn”t serious. York was a workaholic, and no matter how hard I tried, he”d only slipped up once or twice in the office. But to leave work early to get dick, that was new. I checked his location on the app. I got him a watch with the same tracker as the girls” bracelets. He was still at the bureau. Disappointment settled in the middle of my chest. I shouldn”t have thought he”d come running home.

Starting the car, I left the parking lot and headed back to Benito”s building. We still needed to talk about where we would stay. I knew his penthouse, the one he picked out with Dawn; it was where they”d had the girls and raised them for the first few years of their lives. If York wanted to go back, he wasn”t going without me. It wasn”t nearly as secure, but it wasn”t exactly a secret who owned the building where we lived currently. If anyone found out where York was residing, his job could be jeopardy.

I checked again to see if York had left from work. The small, red dot hadn’t moved. I swallowed back the turmoil of emotions. I”d have him soon, and then I”d take my frustrations out on him. Pulling up the messenger app, I sent another group of photos. Some were taken in the shower, some in the kitchen. I wanted him to know I wanted to fuck or be fucked throughout the entire place. I didn”t want an inch of the apartment to not be marked by us. When there wasn”t a reply back, I got out of the car and passed the keys off to one of the guys waiting in front of the building.

Bags hung off my arms as I made my way inside. Balancing them was a bitch but I was a parent now. I had my phone in hand and my messages up.

Paolo: How are the kids?

Harlow: Not dead if that”s what you”re worried about

I wasn”t before but now I was.

Paolo: You need help?

Harlow: You saying I don”t know what I”m doing?

Paolo: Do you?

Harlow proceeded to send me three photos of the girls laying on the floor with Emika between them. It was the cutest thing in the world.

Paolo: Lead with that next time.

Harlow: You”re not in charge of me.

I switched back over to the tracking app. York was still at work. I figured there wouldn”t have been any change from the time it took me to leave the car to get to our temporary home. But a man could hold out hope.

Paolo: You plan to stay at work?

I nodded at the guards, not really looking at them as I entered my place. The door closed behind me as I tried to find another picture to send to York. The hairs on my arms stood to attention, and before I could look up, I was slammed against the door. Air forced out of my lungs all at once. I dropped the bags, ready to kill whoever intruded my home. Again.

Familiar brown eyes and rustic cologne hit me like a ton of bricks.

”York? But you”re supposed to be at work.”

My boyfriend grinned at me, pressing his forearm against my windpipe forcefully. His hand dropped down to my crotch and he flicked the button undone with practiced ease. When in the hell had he gotten so smooth? I licked my lips, marveling at his perfect brown skin, sharp jawline, and overpowering presence.

”Yo—” He pushed harder, cutting off any chance of me talking.

My cock was a perverted son of a bitch. I got hard as York choked me, putting me at his mercy. My toes and fingertips started to tingle the longer he deprived me of even air.

”Your little stunt had people talking throughout the office.”

I grinned, that only seemed to piss York off even more. His hand wrapped around my needy cock and gave it much needed friction. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was wrapped in pure pleasure. It felt so good to have York”s hands back on me. There was only one kind of ecstasy that came from having the man I loved.

”Needy, aren”t you?” York teased, pulling his hand away too soon. He licked his palm, never breaking eye contact. ”What did you get, Paolo?”

I tapped the arm currently restricting my breathing. York eased up just enough for me to suck in little gasps of air. Fuck, that”s hot. Fire licked up my body from head to toe.

”A few toys for us to play with.”

York looked me up and down before his arm dropped to his side. He grabbed the first bag without looking inside. ”Come on, perv.”

”Hey.” I chased after him as he headed toward the bedroom. ”You”re not going to ask?”

”I don”t have the capacity to question you right now. All those videos and pictures? I”m going to make you pay for every single one of them.”

”Oh fuck,” I moaned. If his goal was to make me into a lustful fool, then he could consider himself successful.

We made it to the bedroom. York dropped the bag and grabbed me up again. He slammed me against another door and our lips came together in a heated reunion. Passion filled us to the brim and spilled over. I touched everywhere I could. I yanked at his suit, needing every fiber of the barrier off and away. I needed to meld into one until we couldn”t decipher who was who.

Our tongues twisted and tangled together as we fought for dominance. I caved only to come right back and fight for more. To taste all of York and map out every hidden corner.

”Fuck, I missed you this,” I groaned.

”Me too.” York tugged on the plain black shirt I wore and it gave way to his strength, ripping from my body. York”s mouth attacked my neck right behind my ear, sucking and lapping at the sensitive flesh. My toes curled on the carpeted floor as pleasure zapped my spine repeatedly. I didn”t know what to do. It was like he”d hit a button, and I was forced to ride the never-ending wave of ecstasy as he continued to have his way with me.

”Fuck, sweet cheeks.” My brain cells were about as useful as raisins in cookies.

I pushed at his shoulders and broke free for a millisecond. I attacked while I could. I dropped down to my knees and yanked York”s slacks down. His cock was heavy, hard, and already wet with his precum. I wasn”t the only one going crazy with desire. He”d missed me just as much.

”This because of me, boss man?” I lapped at the tip of his cock, pressing my flat tongue against the slit.

”Shit.”

York grabbed the back of my head, and without warning, shoved my face forward. His pubic hair ticked the tip of my nose. My eyes watered as my throat was forced to stretch and accommodate York”s thick cock.

Yes, more.

My vision blurred as tears broke free and one slid down my cheek. York caught it with his thumb and brought it to his lips. I watched, transfixed and lacking oxygen, as he lapped up my tear.

Fuck me, this is the man of my goddamn dreams.

”Swallow,” York demanded. ”I love the way your throat milks me.”

I swallowed a few times, earning a needy growl from York each time. I was getting dizzy from lack of air and the lust coursing through my veins. It was unrivaled as I stared at the man I loved.

York rocked back and forth before pulling out, a string of saliva connected to my lips from his cock before it broke away. York stroked his cock, a greedy look in his brown eyes. ”Open the bag, Paolo, or I’m going to fuck you, toys be damned.”

I almost said fuck them. I wanted York to unleash his full strength on my ass and own me. My hole clenched as if on the same page. There was nothing like having York fuck me. Riding his dick was mandatory at this point, and while healing, I”d been deprived of such basic needs. Grabbing the bag, I turned it upside down, emptying its contents. A box containing the double dong fell out, nipple clamps, and a few vibrating bullets.

York looked at everything, brows nearly kissing his forehead. ”You had plans?”

”I know they say don”t go shopping horny. I couldn”t help myself.”

York stifled his laughter. ”It”s hungry, but all right.”

I honestly expected him to say no, but the way York was looking at me said he didn”t give a damn, just as long as he could have me. My heart flipped as I snatched everything up and ripped open the containers. The lube in the nightstand was out and ready for use. I was more than a bit horny. I had everything out of the packages in record time and lined up for use after giving them a good wash.

York came up behind me. His mouth found purchase on the back of my neck, drawing out moans as he nibbled over to my shoulders. Each piece of me he marked, I craved more. I spread my legs on instinct, ready to bend over for him to rearrange my guts. My toes flexed in the carpet as pleasurable wave after pleasurable wave rushed through me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and he gripped my cock in his sure hands. The innocent York had been hot, but sure and confident York was goddamn sexy. My head fell back on his shoulder as he played with me.

”You”re so hard. You needed me that badly?” York asked.

”Hell yes.” I ground my ass back against his hard length. Shivers raced down my spine. ”Fuck, York, your hands feel so good.”

He flexed forward, his cock nestled between my cheeks and stroked along my sensitive hole. My hands stopped working as my brain shut off. I fell forward on instinct alone and spread my legs wider for him.

York spread me open, a needy growl emitted from him and coated me in want.

”Paolo, what you do to me shouldn”t be legal.”

Same, fucking same. My breathing was erratic, and we hadn”t even started.

”Am I supposed to insert one of these?” York asked. He held up one of the bullets with a wire attached to a remote.

”You can, or—” My words caught in my throat as he dripped cool lube over my heated entrance and proceeded to push the toy inside of me.

The exquisite burn and light pressure was enough to have me rocking back and forth on my heel and toes. I knew it had been a minute but I was so fucking sensitive.

”You swallowed it up real fast.” York pulled my cheeks apart playing with my lubed hole. ”You want more?”

I licked my lips and the last remaining brain cell jumped around my head like a useless jellybean. It took me a sad amount of times to finally say yes. Instead of York grabbing another bullet, he picked up the double-sided dildo.

”How are we supposed to use this?”

”Together,” I groaned. I glanced over my shoulder at him. Fuck, he was sexy. ”We fuck each other on it.”

One side of the dildo was ribbed, while the other was a standard cock shape. I wiggled my ass back. ”Go ahead, sweet cheeks, stuff it inside of me.”

York didn”t question me. If I knew him, he ended up watching every single video, even the one of me stretching myself while begging for him to fuck me.

”Oh fuck,” I moaned. My head fell forward as I pushed back. I was stretched with the dildo. Each ridge rubbed against my walls in the best way. I rolled my hips expectantly, checking it over.

The resounding click had me looking back at York. He held his phone, not an ounce of guilt on his face as he snapped a photo of me. ”To go with the other ones I have.”

I twisted around and hopped onto the bed. I spread my legs and held my leaking cock. ”Take as many as you want, baby. It”s all for you.”

York snapped one last photo before he dropped his phone and shed the remainder of his clothes. He was in bed with me in seconds, devouring my mouth again. I lubed the other side of the dildo and we both worked it into York”s ass. I felt a little jealous of a toy, it got to be inside of York being strangled in tight wet heat. A whimper was all I could muster before he moved which in turn had the ribbed dildo in my ass moving.

”Ah, yes, move like that,” I encouraged.

We both laid on our backs, our legs spread and tangled with each other. York moved his hips back and the toy dragged out of both of us before we both slammed forward. Pleasure rippled through me as I watched York fuck himself on the toy. It was even better than anything I could have imagined. His muscles bunched and flexed with each movement. His pace picked up the moment our eyes locked. I couldn”t have looked away even if the room caught on fire. I was entranced.

”Feel good baby?” York asked.

Like an idiot, I nodded. ”I always feel good with you.” My hips rolled and I groaned as the dildo brushed against my prostate.

I fell back as the pleasure built. Our legs locked, and I wrapped my hand around my cock. ”York.” Desperation bled through my moans, unfiltered.

”Fuck, you”re so greedy, your hole is swallowing so much, I want it full of my cum instead of this toy.”

Damn it. Dirty talking York was going to be the end of me. My straight-laced boss who was by the book was talking slutty to me. If I wasn”t in heaven already, I”d die a happy man. York sat up and it pulled the dildo out of me before he shoved it back while turning the bullet I’d forgotten was inside of me on. The vibrations slapped my prostate and sent electrifying pleasure right to my balls.

The strangled moans that were dragged out of me were nothing short of animalistic. My heart beat against my ribcage so hard, I swore it was going to break one or two bones. My breathing was nonexistent as I lost myself in the white-hot pleasure that robbed me of every sense I had. My toes curled. I spasmed on the bed. Ropes of cum hit my chest and abdomen and still the buzzing didn”t stop. I reached out for York, unable to beg for him to turn it off.

York”s shadow came over me as he moved above me. He stared at me intently, watching like I was the most fascinating thing to ever grace his presence. His fingers poked and prodded at my hole, but I was too wrapped up in ecstasy I couldn”t figure out what he was doing. The dildo stopped moving but it was still stuffed in my hole, doing little to stifle the buzzing from the bullet.

Pressure pressed against my hole, and I looked down the length of my body, my eyes crossing as York stretched my hole and pushed his thick cock in alongside the ribbed dildo.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” York”s head fell forward as he pushed in more.

The pain was too mild to even touch the amount of pleasure I was in. I could do nothing but moan in both agony and ecstasy. My legs trembled as York pushed more of his fat cock into me. The ribbed dildo pressed more firmly against my walls and rubbed along them as he forced more into me. My back arched off the bed.

York slammed my hips back down. ”Where do you think you”re running to?” His mouth was in a firm line. ”Take your punishment for all that teasing.” He flexed forward, bottoming out. His cock was stuffed in me along with the bullet and dildo. ”Fuck, knew your greedy hole could take it all.”

The shout that ripped from my lungs was full of need as I reflexively clenched around everything in my ass. The vibrations had been too much before, they were downright maddening with York inside of me. He moved and I saw literal stars.

”York,” I cried out, my legs hooked around his hips.

”Look at you, stuffed full and still you”re clinging to me.”

York teasing did something to me, breaking a part of my brain. It was only fueling my crazed obsession with him. After this, I wasn”t so much as letting him out of my sight, ever.

”I knew you were a whore, Paolo, anyone’s cock would do, wouldn”t it?” He slammed into me harder, stealing my breath away.

I shook my head. willing my hands to cooperate. I grabbed the back of his head and brought our faces close. ”Solo tu. Il mio amore, il mio tutto. Voglio solo te e solo te.”

York nipped at my lips as he rolled his hips. His cock hit places that I hadn”t known were even possible. Years of experience couldn”t have gotten me ready for York Washington. Nothing could have.

”English.” York pressed firmly inside of me. ”You”re mine, say it,” he growled.

This man.

”Fuck yes,” I shot back.

The grin on his face was one of pure victory. He could have it. I”d be his just as long as he understood he was mine. He bent down and took my mouth in a demanding kiss that I gave into.

”Do whatever you want, sweet cheeks. Rearrange my guts,” I groaned.

York smiled before he pulled back. ”You. Have. No. Idea. How. Horny. I. Was. At. Work.” Each word was accentuated with a punishing thrust and a growl. Each slam of his cock forced the dildo to hit my prostate along with the vibrating bullet. ”It”s. All. Your. Fault.”

I nodded my head, being driven into complete madness by his dick. I wasn”t even sure if I was speaking English or Italian. Nodding was all I could muster. It was my fault, all my fucking fault.

”You”re going to pay for every single picture and video,” York threatened.

If this was how I paid, I”d gladly take the punishment again and again. Breathing was becoming a chore; anything besides being York”s personal cum bucket was too much to handle.

Our fingers locked together, and I lost it. The small connection was enough to drag me down into the abyss of my climax. My back arched as pleasure ripped through me. I gripped York”s hands so tightly, I was sure I”d hurt him. My toes curled in the air as I lost my last brain cell.

”That”s it, milk my cock like the cum hungry slut you are,” York encouraged.

He fucked me harder, draining out my climax. Even when there was no more cum left in my body, spasms continued to plague me. Darkness flickered around the edges of my vision, whispering sweet bliss any second. Heat flooded me and filled me with a sensation I could honestly get addicted too.

York slowly pulled out of my well-fucked hole. The double dildo slipped free along with a gush of York”s cum. It felt hot between my cheeks. Pleasure washed over me, and I moaned helplessly.

My former boss kneeled above me, breathing heavily, staring at me with a wanton look. I knew it well; he wasn”t done with me even a little bit. The toy was turned off and the constant vibration stopped torturing me. Still, I spread my legs, inviting York back between them.

”Don”t tell me you”re finished handing out my punishment just yet, old man.”

York gripped the back of my thighs and pushed my leg”s forward. ”Not even close. You”re going to need more days to recover when I”m done with you.”

I didn”t doubt him. A soft chuckle left from between my lips. ”Non permetterò mai che tu mi lasci. Preferirei ucciderci entrambi piuttosto che lasciarti andare. Mia per l”eternità.” I kissed York. ”I love you.”

”I know you said something unhinged.” When I didn”t deny it, he leaned forward and stole another heart-stopping kiss. ”I love you too.”