Page 108 of End It All

I drove up one last time as I shot my load inside of Quincy. My boyfriend. This psychopath that I had started falling for and who I never wanted to let go.

When I caught my breath, Quincy laid on top of me. My cock had popped out of him as I tried to recover from heaven. Slowly, I pushed him over and made my way between his thighs. When I shoved his legs apart, he grunted, but didn't move.

"Finally," I sighed. "Pure blissful silence. You only shut up when you cum."

"Fuck y—Ah, what?"

I'd shoved my tongue into his hole. The salty taste of my cum against my tongue made me moan as I ate his ass, savoring the flavor of us mixed together. I explored deeper, until I couldn't anymore, lapping and nibbling his flesh as he moaned and writhed against my face. He tried to push me away, but I justlatched on harder, eating him out until I came up and wiped my face.

"You're a dirty little bastard," he muttered. "I can't even cum anymore. Get up here."

I grinned and crawled up before I laid on top of him. He grabbed the blanket, threw it over us, and sighed. The heat of his body along with the sound of his heartbeat soothed me. I'd forgotten how much I loved to sleep next to him. As my eyes started shutting and I was lolled into sleep, I heard the faintest whisper from him.

"I think I'm in love with you, Blake."

My brain tried to make me swim back to the surface, but my balls were empty and my body was exhausted.Did he really say that? Or am I dreaming already?

God, I hoped it was the first one.

I joltedout of my sleep to loud knocking. My eyes were still heavy, and my body was sticky. Gross. I peeled myself off Quincy who had already pulled a knife and held it in his hand.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," he answered.

Honestly? He was probably right. Sliding out of the bed, he made sure I was covered up before he walked over to the door. When he opened it a peek, he sighed and scratched his head.

"We fell asleep," he said.

"Yeah, after the copious fucking. The walls aren'tthatthick. ????????????”You're disgusting. Pig.

Harlow. What the hell was he doing? I fumbled around, looking for my phone. Finally, I found it on the floor beside the nightstand. I definitely hadn't given a fuck about it last night.When I picked it up to look at the time, the numbers three-thirteen a.m. hit me.

Last night? We only fell asleep, like, two hours ago!

I groaned. "Quincy, what the fuck is going on? I'm exhausted."

"You didn't tell him?" Harlow asked.

"Tell me what?" I rolled out of bed, grabbed the sheet, and tucked it around my body before I widened the door and Quincy moved to hide behind it. "What didn't he tell me, Harlow?"

Harlow groaned. "The priest is here. For your wedding."

I stared at him. There was no way he said wedding, right? My grin grew before I burst out laughing. Okay, I was definitely still sleeping and this was some kind of insane ass dream. There was no other explanation for it. I held up my arm as much as I could without dropping the sheet, pinched it, and stared at the reddened skin and the flash of pain that had shot through me.

Nope, so definitely not dreaming.

I looked at Harlow again. "Wedding?"

"Yeah. What happened tonight kind of entailed a deal. Benito will help my idiot brother out with one favor in the future, and Quincy has to take the Vitale name in order to get out of the yakuza for good. Once he's a Vitale, he's protected. No one wants another war after the last one."

I slowly turned to stare at Quincy. He toyed with his fingers, looking anywhere but at me. My eyelid twitched. Reaching up, I held it down as I continued to glare at him.

"Quincy, you want to tell me something?"

"I didn't know if you'd want to do it, so I've been putting off asking you..."

"I'm going to kill you!" I snapped, and he jumped a little, which was satisfying, but not satisfying enough. "What the hell? Why me?"

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