All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Levi POV “How do you feel?” He asked, gently stroking my cock while his other hand kept massaging my balls. I moaned, unable to form a single coherent word. My head was spinning. The sounding rod was still buried deep inside my cock, making every stroke feel impossibly intense. “I need to cum…” I voiced out desperately. It felt like something massive was building inside me, pressure coiling tighter and tighter, but it kept collapsing right before the peak. “You will. After I’m done using you…” Those words were not supposed to turn me on, but fuck, they did. My cock twitched hard in his hand. “Oh shit… the fuck..!” I yelled as he suddenly pulled the vibrator out of my ass with a wet pop, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. Enzo chuckled darkly. “Greedy little hole. Already missing something inside it?” He reached for the pink dildo on the side table. It was thick, realistic, with a powerful vibrating function. He coated it generously with lube, eyes locked on mine t

Lorenzo POV I have dreamed about this moment. Jerked off to the fantasy of being buried inside him again more times than I can count. But nothing prepared me for the reality. “Oh shit…” A loud gasp escaped my lips as the thick head of my cock finally breached his tight hole. The heat was insane. Scorching. Velvet-soft walls clenched around just the tip, sucking me in like they never wanted to let go. “Oh fuck…” We both moaned at the same time. Levi’s back arched sharply off the bed, his tied hands twisting in the ropes above his head. He clenched hard around the head of my cock, almost driving me out of my mind with how impossibly tight he was, despite being open already. “Enzo…” His voice cracked, desperate and broken. “Relax for me, baby. I need to last long for this.” I kissed the inside of his thigh softly, then hooked both his legs over my shoulders. My eyes stayed locked on where we were joined. The sight of my thick cock stretching his pretty pink hole open was obscene

Levi POV A loud groan escaped my lips as I turned around on the massive bed. My whole body felt like I had been hit by a fucking truck. Every muscle ached. My thighs burned. My shoulders were sore from being tied up for so long. But the worst pain was deep between my legs. My hole throbbed with a deep, constant pulse that made me wince even when I was lying still. “What the hell?” My eyes and mind felt fuzzy as I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. My vision was blurry. I yawned a few more times, blinking slowly until everything finally cleared. I was back in our room. Our room. The words felt strange even in my head. I stared at myself in the huge mirror mounted above the bed. Jesus fucking Christ. There were bite marks all over my body. Dark purple bruises littered my chest, my collarbones, my inner thighs. Even the tattoo on my chest had a fresh bite mark right next to Enzo’s name. I was wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear that barely contained my half-ha

Lorenzo POV “Does your lovely father know you’re drilling his new stepson?” I stared at the handwritten letter in my hand, the intimate picture of me and Levi clipped to it like some cheap fucking evidence. “I’m sure he’d like to know all about it, won’t he, Lorenzo King?” Shit. I leaned back in my office chair, studying the photo. I couldn’t even remember exactly where it was taken, but it had to be from those early days when I first met him. Since my father married his mother, I've been careful. No public shit. No risks. Yet here we were. I laughed low, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Whoever sent this thought it would scare me? Cute. If they really wanted damage, they would’ve sent it straight to my father. This was a shakedown. They wanted something. The letter had no name, no return address. Delivered right to my club like a personal fuck-you. I exhaled smoke and tossed the paper across the desk to Sebastian. “Tell Sloan to find whoever sent this. Make sure it does

I hate this. I shifted uncomfortably the whole time as I sat across from Enzo in his club office, the black thong kept digging into my ass crack under my jeans. We can’t fuck tonight. I need my ass whole for the race. That didn’t stop my dick from getting insanely hard though, the constant friction against the tight fabric driving me crazy. Oh god. I reached underneath the desk and squeezed hard, a small gasp slipping from my lips. Enzo looked up from his laptop, pausing mid-sentence on the phone. “Yes, we need a new custom order. Father said he would take care of them,” he continued like nothing happened. Fuck him… he’s getting on my last nerve. My phone vibrated again. I moaned softly before I could stop it. Jesus Christ, I’m pathetic. Speed was calling. What the fuck did he want now? I already agreed to come. I started to stand. “Sit,” Lorenzo ordered sharply. “I need to—” “Sit and pick your call.” “Fuck you.” “Forget it. You won’t be picking that call.” I exhaled slowly,