Page 116 of The Silencer

“Is he okay? Are they okay?”

“Yes, Luca has some minor burns and a black eye but he’ll live.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Oh my god. I’d never survive if they hadn’t made it out of there.

“Was the fire because of me?”

“No. None of this is your fault. It’s the Aces. I’ve been using my contacts against them, dismantling their organization over the past few weeks. They’re angry and are acting out. The club is just a casualty. But it can be rebuilt.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

“It would have happened regardless. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

The soap slides from my hair as I pull Anthony into me, tucking my face into his chest and clutching onto his skin. The blood from his arms is washing down the drain, and I close my eyes.

I don’t want to see it.

“Let’s wash and then we’ll wait for Doc to come get us when Teddy’s out of surgery.”

I shake my head. “I want to sleep down there with him. I want to see him.”

Anthony tilts his chin. “We can, but only when Doc says so. For now, let’s clean up and let me hold you.”

I do as he says, letting his hands scrub the night away from both of us, and then he bundles me up, settling me back on the bed.

I reach out for him and crawl onto his lap, burying my body against his.

“Fuck me, please, Anthony,” I say. “I just…I want to feel something good.”

Anthony hesitates a moment and then grabs the lube. I lie on my back and watch as he settles between my legs. He slowly works me open before pushing inside of me. My dick is half hard, settled against my thigh, but this isn’t about getting off. This is about feeling him inside of me.

“Do you hate me?” I ask, and Anthony shakes his head, his cock bottoming out in me.

“Never,” he rasps and then leans down and kisses me gently.

Our tongues tangle lazily as he pushes in and out of me slowly, almost as if he’s savoring it. I know I am. I love the stretch of it, the sting. I want him to keep me full until it’s time to go see Teddy. I want him to own me until then, to take my mind off the horrific evening we’ve had.

He seems to read my mind and leans down on top of me, our bodies joined as he just kisses me. He doesn’t fuck me anymore. Just keeps me stuffed full.

My hands tangle in his hair, my legs wrapped around his lower back as I just savor him.

He’s safe. He’s alive. He’s mine.

He eventually shifts off of me and enters me from the side, my back pressed to his chest as he cradles me tightly.

“Thank you,” I say, and he presses his face into my neck and inhales me.

“I would die for you,” he whispers, and my eyes grow wet again.

“Please don’t. I wouldn’t survive it.”

“I plan on living a long time, my little light. Don’t worry.”

I nuzzle back, feeling the tug of him inside of me and for the first time all night, I let myself drift off.

Doc wakes me, his voice tired and brash.

“He’s awake and in good spirits.”

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