Page 50 of The Silencer

Well, to me.

I watch as Luca stops in front of me, wearing sexy gray sweatpants and a white shirt. Good Lord, that is something I’d love to see Anthony in.

“Ah, see you’ve been busy, Boss,” Luca replies with a smile and then starts to reach out toward me but is waylaid by Anthony. His hand wraps around the front of Luca’s neck, and he backs his friend right out of the room. The door clicks closed, and I turn my face back into the sheets.

I’ll leave in a second.

Totally will get up and go.

Blackness envelops me before I can think another thought.

I wake up to the sound of someone walking toward me. My mind is still groggy with sleep, my eyes too tired to open. It’s too much effort, so I keep them closed. I’m still naked on the bed, my body stretched out on the cool sheets. My cock perks up at the presence in the room.

It has to be Anthony. He’s come back to me. He’s going to frown and tell me in his grumpy voice that I need to leave, but god, I don’t wanna.

I want to stay right here.

Everything smells like him. Everything is him.

If I only have one life to live, I want to be buried right here.

I turn over onto my back and reach my arms above my head in a languid stretch, still feeling slightly fuzzy and half-asleep. Maybe he’ll see my hard dick and touch it again.

Oh, please let him touch it again.

I want him to wrap his strong fingers around my cock and strangle it.

I bet he’s good at strangling.

He could suck the life right out of it.

“Hm,” a deep voice rumbles, and I sigh as pleasure zips through me.

It’s him. Anthony. He’s here.

“You’re quite the snack.”

I let out a shaky exhale at the term of endearment, feeling my lips turn up at the corners. I mean, I am quite delicious. I’m glad that Anthony’s noticed.

The bed dips at my side as he crawls toward me. The movements aren’t as fluid, a little more jerky and chaotic, but still. He’s crawling toward me.

Me.

I inhale and realize that he smells different, sweeter. Like cherries. But that’s fine with me. I’ll take that man any way I can get.

“Like a delicious cinnamon roll,” he murmurs and his tongue slides up my chest. His teeth bite roughly at my skin, almost like he’s trying to eat me.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I let out a small whimper. That kinda hurts.

I yank and the teeth slip from my skin, and I feel my hand flex in longer, thicker hair.

That’s…different.

A body moves onto mine, clothed and yet leaner, not as muscular.

My hands slide down his back as firm lips suck a mark on to my neck. And even though at this moment I’m not entirely sure this is Anthony, I want it to be. I want to live in this dream a little longer.

I arch my body into the touch and cant my hips up against a swollen dick.

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