Page 102 of The Silencer

He twists his hand up my dick and then back down, his touch setting off an inferno within me. It’s been two days of nothing. Of course my body is responding.

And my heart. He’s unstoppable in this moment.

I like seeing his claws, seeing him take what he wants.

His hand slides down to my balls and tugs on them roughly, making me grunt, my thighs falling open a little more. I should make him work for this. I should make him fucking work for the things he wants. Nothing in life is free.

My legs suddenly snap closed, and I hold his hand tightly between my thighs. He tries to wrench it free, but I hold him there for a few tense seconds.

His eyes flash up to meet mine, and he shifts up my body, his face suddenly hovering over my own.

“You can’t just let me win, can you?”

“Never,” I say.

His lips brush against my mouth, and my entire body tenses up at the sensation. His mouth lowers further and further until I can taste him, can feel his very essence being breathed into me.

I part my lips and lean up, capturing his mouth with my own, thrusting my tongue into him, tangling with his for just a second before he pulls away. He’s panting now, his breathing labored.

“I will tie your legs down. Let me go. Bane gave me rope. Don’t make me resort to that.”

I huff and set my head back on the pillow, letting out a deep exhale. My legs spread slightly and his hand slips free.

He wets his lips, his eyes sliding down to my mouth again and then he’s on me once more, his hands in my hair as he attacks my mouth. Our tongues thrust together dangerously as we feast. His little mewls set me ablaze, and I feel my cock leaking against my stomach as he continues to kiss me and rut against me. He carries on until we’re both breathless, until the entire room spins and wobbles.

And it’s only then that he finally breaks free and sits up, slightly dazed.

“Fuck you, Anthony. I had a plan.”

I let out a dark chuckle, my lips swollen from his mouth.

“Get back to it then, my little light.”

His eyes flick to mine and he nods, looking determined once more.

“Just so you know, this is punishment for marrying off your son and for not changing your mind about it.”

“I’ve had far worse,” I say and then wet my lips. “Do what you want.”

He hesitates for a moment and then gets to work.

He squirts more lube onto my cock, working his hand up and down my shaft until I start to tremble. I wish I could control it, could shut myself down, but I can’t. Not with him. Never with him. He lights something up within me, an ember fanned into an inferno.

“You know, Tatum,” I breathe as his eyes flash from my cock to meet my stare. “The moment I met you, you crawled under my skin.” His cheeks flush and his movements stutter. “I don’t truly want you mad at me.”

“But I am mad. So very mad,” he replies, but his tone isn’t convincing. It’s wavering. He’s breaking, falling apart at the seams.

“Let me go and let me fuck you. It’s what you need. I can make this all better.”

He frowns and then slaps my dick. Hard.

I let out a chuckle, and he narrows his gaze at me.

“I see what you’re trying to do, Mr. Costello. And it won’t work. I won’t let you go until you beg. For real.”

“I never beg.”

“But for me you will.”

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