Page 73 of The Silencer

“I know, it doesn’t make sense to you. But this is the best chance he has of staying alive. If there was another way…”

“There have to be other ways.”

“Not for someone like Angelo. An ordinary man couldn’t protect him. He needs someone fierce.”

“And someone who can give you plenty of shady business deals,” I chime in.

Anthony’s fingers dip a little lower, cradling the curve of my bare ass.

“That is a perk, but my business is nothing to me without my sons.”

“And yet Diablo married for love.”

“Diablo can take care of himself and Skylar would die for him. That’s the kind of man Angelo needs.”

“And a Russian mobster is the one to give it to him?”

I feel the tips of his fingers flex against the globes of my ass, and I bite back a moan. Oh god, I’m not angry anymore. I’m just horny. Damn him.

“Yes, and if he’s truly unhappy, I’ll find a way to bring him home. But, Tatum, I really think he’ll find a home there.”

I stare at him, trying like hell to keep my hormones at bay, but my god, the way he’s touching my ass is making me all sorts of crazy.

“I don’t believe you.”

“We can go visit once he’s married, so you can see.”

I eye him and then let my hands trail into his hair, mussing it slightly.

“You look so hot in those glasses,” I groan as my hips cant against his.

He lets out a small huff of amusement and then his hands tug my pajama bottoms down, right past my hard cock. It strains out toward him, and I let out a low moan.

His fist wraps around it, and he pumps me lazily.

“I’m still very mad at you,” I rasp, my hips jutting up into his hand.

“I know. I can tell. So very mad.”

I manage a small eye roll, but they end up in the back of my head as I give myself over to the sensation of him touching me.

His other hand snakes down my ass and he slides a finger through my crack. It stops right at my hole, pressing against it gently.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering open.

I see Anthony watching me intently through those glasses. Suddenly, I want to kiss him, want to spear my tongue into his mouth and taste him. But I don’t lean forward and do it.

I’m too afraid.

I really don’t think that Anthony is into men. I honestly don’t know what this is between us, and I’m too afraid to do anything that might make him take a step back and stop. I want to ride this out as long as he’ll have me.

My hands fall to his cheeks, and I brush my thumbs across his lips. His pupils dilate as I slip a finger into his mouth. His tongue snakes around it, warm and wet, and I feel my hole clench around the finger still pressed against me, not entering me, just tracing the rim over and over. Taunting me.

I pull my finger through his lips, looking at the spit-covered skin before pressing two inside, letting him suck on me, pretending it’s my dick in that warm mouth. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this.

I can’t fucking believe it.

And then suddenly his teeth snap down on my knuckles, holding me inside of him, nearly in the back of his throat.

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