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

“What the hell?” I groan, my voice thick with disapproval. “Why the fuck would I ever say I wanted you?” Enzo chuckles low, dark, and way too pleased with himself. He gives the thick vibrating dildo one final, slow push deeper into my ass, seating it firmly against my prostate before he lets go. The base sits snug between my cheeks, holding it in place. “Don’t fucking start again, Enzo,” I growl. He just shrugs, completely unbothered, and walks back to the shelf lined with toys. His back is to me, muscles shifting under his skin, and I can’t see what he’s picking up. The anticipation makes my stomach tighten. When he turns around, he’s holding two shiny metal nipple clamps, a long black feather, and a silk blindfold. My cock twitches hard against my stomach despite myself. “What the fuck? I don’t like being—haha—stop it!” I burst out laughing as he suddenly drags the feather across my armpit. The light, maddening tickle shoots through me and I squirm against the ropes tying my wr

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,

“What the fuck did you do to my Bethany?!” I roared, shoving through the crowd of people surrounding me. My voice cracked with pure rage. Good fucking shit they had a standby emergency on ground, I could have fucking died! Speed raised both hands, eyes wide. “Bro, I swear she was perfectly fine! I checked her myself this evening. New brakes, new pads, everything. She was running like a dream—” “Say that again when I drown, you idiot. Enzo would fucking kill you.” I snatched the towel from one of the girls and wiped the blood and water off my face. My arms were scraped to hell, bleeding from sliding across the asphalt when Bethany finally kissed the barrier. Thank fuck I’d walked away with just cuts and bruises. No broken bones. But my pink baby was totaled. Another girl knelt beside me, gently cleaning the gash on my forearm with antiseptic. It stung like a bitch, but I barely flinched. My eyes kept darting back to the wreck. Bethany’s front end was completely smashed, pink paint