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393 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 10, 2025
"The family you're trying to enter isn't some vigilante group that fights for justice. They take what they want, own what they see fit, and kill anyone who gets in their way."
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Blake's glare would be deadly if I wasn't glared at for the majority of the day. "You just said I could sleep on a bench in the park." "Never said I wouldn't be there staring at you." "Fucking weirdo. Should have stayed home." "Get in." "Fine." Blake's shoulders sagged.
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Blake shook his head, his dark strands whipping across his face. He'd be my type if he wasn't a Vitale.
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"If you don't walk out of here, I'm going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to my place. And then I'm going to make sure the rope I tie you down with won't be so easily slipped out of. Got it?"
I shook my head. "You're acting a little crazy."
Quincy's dark eyes somehow grew darker. The light made every inch of his brown skin look richer than before. His short blond hair was slightly curly and close to his head. If I could stand him, he would kind of be hot right now.
I seriously have the worst taste in men.
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Quincy: "Will you take the job?" Benito asked. He let out a heavy sigh. "Gin can't. He brought home a baby and refuses to return it."
"Wait, a what now?" I shook my head, certain I hadn't heard the oldest Vitale right. I cleaned out my ears, checking to see if I hadn't gotten all the mud out of it. "Giancarlo, the one who fucks his hammer, has a baby?"
Benito's face scrunched up in disgust. "He doesn't fuc�"
Harlow nodded. "Yeah, that one." He looked at his husband with all the seriousness in the world. The knife was put back away. "Can you say without a doubt Gin doesn't do things with that hammer?"
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Quincy: "I love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you," my chant built more and more as Blake fucked me.
His laughter only made my stomach twist with desire. "Am I breaking you, Quincy?" He lowered himself, moving my legs out of the way. I quickly wrapped them around his waist and pressed my heels into his ass cheeks, urging him to continue. To never stop. "Mine, you're all mine." The possession in his voice filled me with so much happiness, it only made me yearn for him more.
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“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?�
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Quincy: "We could never have an honest relationship. All I can see is us being great, until we weren’t. And neither of us would be willing to hurt the other. Not for real.� My stomach squeezed at his words, he was right. "Plus, like I said, you're a fucking bottom. I ain’t topping you." A literal shudder raced over Harlow's body. I chuckled at his stupidity.
"Noted, wouldn't want you anywhere near it, and I’m not a fucking bottom. Vers at times."
"Whatever you have to say to sleep with a gut full of cum at night."
“I don’t do that!� I argued.
“Suuuuuure,� Harlow droned on. “I know a bottom when I see one.�
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