The Silencer (Unexpectedly Twisted #1)

Chapter 8

8

TATUM

I can’t believe I’m sucking his dick. His big, long, thick dick. My lips stretch across his length as I bring him into the back of my throat, far too turned on to even gag. I just grab on to his ass cheeks, one hand on each strong, muscular globe, and pull him down my throat.

My eyes never leave his, never wanting to miss a beat of it, of how he’s feeling.

And even now, I can’t tell what’s going on inside that mind of his. He’s just watching me, his strong, tattooed arms stretched out, holding on to the sides of the shower as he lets me take him.

Fuck, I don’t even know if he likes it.

His nostrils flare as he watches me, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red. And the fact that he’s letting me do this… He could easily stop me.

But he doesn’t.

He just watches as I suck him eagerly, trying my best to get him to bend, to get him to snap. But he’s unbreakable.

His chest rises and falls, his wet hair falling into his face as I swirl my tongue along the vein under his cock, feeling it throb against me. His dick twitches in my mouth and he lets out a puff of air above me.

The fact is, he’s hard. For me.

It’s enough to keep me going.

I slurp and gag as I continue to pull him into me, my fingers flexing on his hard ass cheeks, loving that I get to see him like this. Naked, spread out, letting me use him.

My cock is unbearably hard at the sight, all my fantasies just standing before me, the taste of him exploding on my tongue.

With one hand, I reach down and tug at my cock, my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation pulsing through me. Bliss, pure and utter horny bliss.

And then suddenly, it stops.

Anthony pulls away, his cock dragging from my swollen lips, leaving my entire body frozen in place. Even my hand stops its shuttling.

I blink up at him, the water rolling down his muscular, tattooed chest.

“What?” I ask, that word just a rasp of a broken syllable.

His lips stretch into a narrow line and then he reaches down and pulls me up, my body still trembling from the lack of release, from the impending orgasm that hasn’t yet come. I try to stand, my legs shaking, my body flushed with desire.

“Get out,” he says, and I can do nothing but shake my head, unable to move. He’s going to have to carry me if he wants me to leave.

“Tatum.” It’s a warning, and all I can do is swallow.

“You can’t tease me like this,” I whine, my hands settling on his chest, feeling the rapid way his heart is beating, tracing the script there, the names of his children surrounded by swirls and roses.

He may want me to leave, but he enjoyed it.

He did. I can tell.

“Get. Out.”

I sigh and take a step back, nearly slipping as I do. His hands come around me, pulling me roughly into his chest, our bodies now completely flush with one another. I can feel every part of him. The hair on his legs, the feel of his softening dick against mine, the bulge of his biceps.

“Careful,” he whispers.

Oh god. I can’t be careful. Not around him. I want to slip and fall right onto his dick.

But instead of saying that, I nod, trying to step back, but he just grabs on to my ass and lifts me, walking us both out of the shower, completely naked and dripping wet.

If he thought this would deter me, it’s only made me hornier.

To be lifted by a mafia man, from the shower, completely naked.

God have mercy on my tortured soul.

He gently sets me down on my feet and reaches for a towel hanging on a rack, handing it to me. But it slips through my shaking fingers, and I stare at it puddled on the ground.

“You’re helpless, aren’t you?” he says as he spins me around, my back against his chest. I stare up at him through the mirror, noticing the way that his wet hair drips droplets down the side of his face and onto his shoulders. He looks like he’s come undone.

And yet, so put together, so stoic.

Like the mob boss he is.

“I am. Unlike you, I can’t just stop mid-blow job.”

His eyes meet mine and his finger drags down my chest to my stomach, settling right at the base of my cock.

“You need to learn to have some control.”

“I am the most controlled. You have no idea.”

He scoffs and then his hand wraps around my dick.

“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear and setting my entire body on fire. Couple that with the way he’s stroking my dick and the fact that I can see this all in the mirror, and I won’t last long.

“What?” I breathe, leaning back against him, watching this all unfold in front of me.

“You’re trying to seduce me.”

I gasp and then groan when his wrist twists around my cock, making me buck my hips up.

“But, Tatum, I’ll have you know that even that sassy, wet mouth of yours won’t be able to do that.”

I reach back and grab on to his head, threading my fingers through his hair.

“But I had you. For a minute, I did.”

He drags his teeth along my jaw, and I moan loudly, trying to stay quiet, but ultimately unable to. The visual alone is too much.

“You’ll never have me,” he says and then bites down on my ear as my cock explodes. My entire body trembles, my scream broken as I try to inhale air that I desperately need.

And when I come down, he just holds me in his arms, his eyes narrow and dark, watching me with a fierceness that I can’t explain. I don’t even know what any of it means.

“Oh god,” I moan, releasing his hair from my fist and clutching his forearm to steady myself.

“Now,” Anthony says, “ Now you can get dressed and get out of my room.”

I manage a small eye roll and step away from him, grabbing the hand towel on the bathroom sink and wiping myself up. Anthony sighs when he sees what I’m doing, but if I bend over to get the bath towel on the floor, I will probably pass out and die.

The entire room is spinning from my orgasm, so I lean forward and drink some water from the tap, getting my cheeks wet and some up my nose in the process. God, I am so unsexy, it’s not even funny.

“I really need to lie down,” I say, feeling lightheaded.

I shuffle out of the room and face plant onto his bed. Oh fuck, the sheets smell like him. Masculine. Toxic. Dangerous.

All the things I seem to love and crave.

“Tatum.”

Anthony is aggravated, I can tell by the tone of his voice, but I’m not moving from my spot until I can breathe again. He really needs to stop giving me hand jobs. I really need to find someone to fuck me in the ass. Hard.

This is unhealthy.

I know it, and yet I can’t stop myself.

I hear a sigh and then drawers opening and closing behind me. Clothes rustle, and I know he’s getting dressed while I’m ass-naked on the bed, still unmoving.

A knock on the door and the sound of it opening has me twisting my gaze to see who it is.

“Luca,” Anthony says, and then I hear footsteps moving toward me.

I should cover myself up, but I can’t quite make myself care. Blowing a major load does that to people.

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.

Oh fuck, yes.

Yes.

“What’s your name?” the voice asks, and it’s then that my mind can no longer pretend.

My eyes slowly flutter open, and I see a man I don’t recognize hovering above me. It’s the wrong body, the wrong color hair. Even the wrong scent.

Anthony would never smell like cherries.

My fingers move up to the long hair and I tug roughly, which only makes the man above me moan.

“That’s right. Mm. I like it rough.”

I let out a huff of laughter and try to wiggle out from under him, but he’s stronger than me.

“Seriously. Let me go,” I command, for some reason not feeling as afraid as I should. Maybe it’s the fact that Anthony will have someone’s head if they hurt me in any way. And I assume that’s the case for whoever is grinding against my hard dick right now.

Sue me. I really wanted it to be Anthony.

Dark eyes blink down at me, red puffy lips set in a grin, and I see a chipped front tooth wink at me.

I don’t recognize him and yet he’s beautiful in his own eerie way.

“I’ll let you go when you tell me your name,” he says, and I tug on his hair a little more, making his eyes roll back in his head.

“Tell me yours first.”

“My little snack has a spine. Well, I’m Bane, at your very horny service.”

I snort a small laugh when I realize who this is. I didn’t realize Bane was such a hottie.

“I’m Tatum. I’ve heard all about you. Been dying to meet you actually.”

Bane blinks down at me and then rolls to the side, staring up at the ceiling, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters. “You’re Anthony’s Tatum, aren’t you?”

I lean up on my side and glance over at him. “No. I’m no one’s. And especially not Anthony’s.”

Bane eyes me and then turns his entire body to face me, a finger reaching out and trailing down my arm.

“That’s not what he says, which is such a shame. You have nice veins.”

I grin at him and then wiggle a little closer. “Thank you. That’s so nice.”

“I am the best at compliments.”

I meet his gaze and ask, “Why didn’t they want me to meet you?”

He snatches his finger away and shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m a delight.”

“Anthony was very adamant about keeping me away from you.”

“Probably because of what I do for him.”

“And what do you do?” I ask as I reach out and poke at his chest. Yep, he’s real. This isn’t some weird, fucked-up dream. This is Bane.

In all his glory.

He grabs on to my finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking it between his lips, his tongue rolling around the tip like a lollipop before it pops from his lips.

“Mm. You taste real good.”

I wipe my finger on the sheets between us. “You sound hungry.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while. Been busy.”

We grin at each other, like old friends, and then I push myself up so I’m seated next to him.

“How did you get in here?” I ask, and Bane grins wider as he hops up and adjusts his still-hard dick. He’s wearing torn jeans and a t-shirt that says Someday I’ll Be Dead .

“A secret passage. Wanna see?”

I jump up, slightly lightheaded from the quick movement. But fuck, I’m excited. I’ve never been in a secret passageway before.

“Hell yes, I wanna see,” I say, trying to remember where I left my clothes. Everything from earlier is a bit of a blur.

“Okay, but you can’t tell the boss I took you.”

I peer back at Bane as I make my way to the bathroom and nod excitedly. “I’d never say a word. It’s our little secret.”

“You sure? You seem like you’d cave if he put his tongue up your asshole.”

I hesitate at that. Because it’s true. I probably would.

“Ah, I knew it. You’ll cave.”

“I won’t. I promise. Plus, I really wanna see. Please.”

Bane hesitates for just a second before he grabs something from the end table. Upon closer inspection, I see that it’s a glass jar full of eyeballs. They roll around in the clear liquid, the tendons and veins still attached to some.

Honestly, I should be more afraid than I am. But, secret passageway . Bane .

I’m a sucker for the intrigue.

“Why do you have a jar of eyeballs?” I shout from the bathroom as I pull my pants and t-shirt on.

I don’t know where my underwear ended up, but I don’t care to look for them. There’s no time. I don’t want Bane to change his mind. He seems…chaotic. He could disappear and I’d be left wondering what lies below this house.

My eyes hit my reflection in the mirror and I see the gigantic mark on my neck. Oh hell , I think as I pull the neck of my shirt down and see teeth marks lining my skin as well.

Well, that’s not good.

I’m going to need some of Agatha’s cream to help that shit heal.

“I have a really big collection, would you like to see it?” Bane asks excitedly from the other side of the room, and I feel my heart thunder in my chest.

I should not say yes. I should back away slowly.

“Hell yes, I want to see it!” I say as I nearly run out of the bathroom, just as Bane presses something on the wall and a door pops open out of nowhere. I gasp and then press a hand over my mouth in excitement. Why hasn’t Angel told me about these secret passageways in the house? I swear, this is not something you hide from a friend.

This is amazing.

This is something I need to see, to experience.

Bane steps inside the darkness without a light, and for the first time since meeting him, I feel trepidation slither up my spine.

“Um, Bane? You’re not going to kill me, right?” I ask, and Bane chuckles.

“No. Not unless Anthony asks me to. Then, I’m sorry, but it’s game over for you.”

I roll my lips between my teeth and then nod. Yep. Not going to turn around now.

“Good enough for me.”

“Come on, little snack,” he says as he snakes an arm around me to keep me from getting lost. He deftly directs me down a set of stairs and through the dark tunnels without any hesitation.

“You must be down here a lot,” I say, and Bane hums. “That’s really cool, but a little creepy.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he says, and then in the distance, I make out some low lights flickering ominously. But thank God for the illumination.

I was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic.

“So, when were these created? I mean, like who dug these out? And do they go like everywhere? Is there a tunnel that leads outside the gates?” I ask, slightly breathless.

“How about a kiss for every answer I give you?”

I snort and glance up at Bane, who is still cradling the eyeballs in his arm. He looks a little more unhinged in the low lights, and that fear I experienced before walking into these tunnels with him returns.

He could kill me and no one would ever find me. I’m sure of it.

“I mean, can I bargain with you? Or is this the only way?”

Bane shrugs. “It’s the only way. I don’t bargain.”

I eye him. I really want my questions answered. And Anthony isn’t here to stop him.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

I laugh at how surprised he seems. “Yeah, it’s a deal.”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, pumping his arm up and down, the one with the jar of eyeballs. They bounce around in their container, some hitting the glass and peering at me, unseeing. “But no telling Anthony. I mean it. I like my lips. I don’t want them lopped off.”

I pretend to consider it. I mean, Anthony doesn’t really want me. He doesn’t care about me. Why not a kiss for a little truth? It won’t hurt anyone, and Bane was a very good kisser. In a creepy, I want to eat you while you’re still alive kind of way.

“Okay. Fine. You have a deal. My lips are sealed.”

Bane grins at me and then backs me into the wall, his lean, muscled body pressed against mine, the eyeballs jiggling in their confines against my side.

My eyelids flutter closed, but then pop back open again, watching as Bane lowers his lips to mine in a gentle, chaste kiss.

I was not expecting that.

I was expecting something more along the lines of earlier. Rough and rude.

This was almost…sweet.

“I mean it. You taste real nice,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. I feel my heart stutter in my chest and my breathing grow ragged. I really didn’t expect this. Not at all. Suddenly, I feel like I shouldn’t have come down here.

It’s almost like he’s courting me. Maybe the eyeballs are a wedding gift.

Before I can start to panic, Bane pushes away from me and starts moving forward once more, weaving through the narrow walkways. “These tunnels were built about twenty-five years ago, when the boss bought this land. It was the first thing he did. Not many people know about them and you sure shouldn’t be down here.”

“And yet, here I am,” I say.

“Seems you got lucky tonight. And yes, there is a tunnel that leads outside the gate. But that is top secret.”

He waggles his eyebrows at me as he turns right and unlocks a door with a key card. It beeps, and he pushes it open. “After you,” he says, and my nervous legs slip through.

Bane follows me and the door snicks closed behind us.

“So, what are these tunnels for?” I ask when we start moving again. Bane stops walking and gently grabs the back of my head, pulling me in for a rougher kiss. My lips sting slightly from it, but he doesn’t linger. No, he just turns and continues to move down the dimly lit hallways.

“It’s how we get information. It’s my specialty, really.”

He turns right and then I’m led into a large room. There are no windows, just roughly carved walls and flickering lights.

“It’s quiet in here today,” he says with a hum. “Usually it’s quite loud.”

My eyebrows rise as the smell of bleach hits my nostrils. This entire thing should make me more afraid than I am, and for a moment, I wonder what’s wrong with me.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I am not entirely normal.

“Hey, you wanna see my office?” he asks, almost bouncing on his toes.

I nod wordlessly as he takes me past several open doors. I can’t help but look inside.

Good fuck, is that blood on the walls? Seems so.

And yet, I’m not surprised.

This is what Anthony’s been keeping a secret.

God, what else is hidden down here?

“Bodies,” Bane replies to my words spoken out loud as he pulls another door open. “Hundreds of them.”

I shiver as I follow him inside, my eyes taking in the brightly painted space, every wall a different color. On two walls are rows of shelves and on them are stacks of jars filled with things.

Fingers. Toes. More eyeballs.

“That’s, um, quite a collection,” I say, trying to find the words for what I’m experiencing. This doesn’t even seem real. And yet, here I am.

Bane saunters over to a shelf and taps a glass jar. “Yeah, it is. And look, knee caps.”

“Hm. Wow,” I say with a nod and then watch as he opens a long cupboard. Tools are hanging on hooks, and I can only imagine what they are for.

Oh god, what the hell am I doing here?

“Those are…nice.”

“They are. And very useful. I wish I could show you these in action.”

I’m not sure I’d want to see that. But then again, if Anthony asked me if I’d like to see him using one of those then maybe I’d say yes.

I don’t fucking know anymore.

I glance over at Bane, who is watching me intently.

“So, were the guys who hurt me down here?”

Bane giggles as he closes the cabinet door and nods. “Oh, they sure were.”

He moves toward me and presses a kiss to my cheek, licking his way to my ear. “They were so very loud. So very scared. I gave it to them good. You don’t need to worry. I took care of them for you.”

I swallow and lean back, moving around the room, taking in all the body parts glaring back at me.

I could end up in one of those if I do the wrong thing.

For the first time since meeting Anthony, I realize how dangerous he really is.

Oh, who am I kidding? It only makes me hotter for him.

I need major therapy at this point.

“Wanna know a secret? We’re going to war because of you,” Bane says, sneaking up behind me and running a finger across the pounding vein in my neck. “People are gonna die.” I glance up at him, and he winks at me. “You could die.”

The air is thick between us, and I feel my lungs try to pull in air, but it’s a struggle. War? What the fuck does he mean?

“I don’t understand.”

But Bane is already moving away from me. “That’s all I can say. Come on. Let’s get you back or Anthony is gonna have my head or my eyelids. Although, tongues are his favorite.”

I run a hand across the back of my neck as I follow him out of his office, past the dungeon with the empty, bleach-filled rooms and down another dimly lit tunnel.

“I’m gonna sneak you right into the garden. Remember, this is our little secret.”

I nod, grabbing on to his arm as the lights flicker out. It’s so dark, I don’t even know where I’m going, but Bane walks assuredly on, not even hesitating.

A moment later, I’m tripping up some stairs and then I hear hinges squeak.

Moonlight, stars, and fresh air greet me.

“Here we are…after you, my little snack.”

And then an inhale of breath and Bane sighs, “Oh fuck.”

My eyes adjust and right there, waiting by the exit, is Anthony.

He’s furious. I can see it in the way his jaw pops, the way his eyes narrow.

Bane is shifting around beside me, a nervous energy radiating off him.

“How the hell did he end up with you?” Anthony asks, and I’m not entirely sure who he’s asking the question to. So neither of us answers.

“Bane?” Anthony asks just as the moon peeks from behind a cloud. Anthony’s eyes slip down my face to my neck and his nostrils flare.

Oh hell.

Bane laughs nervously and then smacks his lips together. “Um, hey, Boss. Gotta run!”

Suddenly, I’m shoved forward, right into Anthony’s arms and the door behind me closes with a bang.

“Want me to go after him?” Viktor asks, but Anthony just shakes his head, pulling me up against his chest.

“No. We’ll never find him.”

I peer up at Anthony, and his hand moves up to my neck, brushing over the bruise that Bane sucked onto my skin.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No,” I breathe, his touch lighting a fire within me. “He was a gentleman.”

“I don’t think he was.”

I meet his gaze, and his eye twitches. “To be fair, I thought he was you at first.”

His fingers tighten on my waist. “And what’s his excuse?”

“No idea. But I’m pretty sure he was trying to eat me.”

Anthony lets out a huff and turns his gaze away, his fingers suddenly leaving me.

“Teddy, bring him back to the house and don’t let him out of your sight again.”

I turn and see my bodyguard frowning at me. Oh hell, did he get into trouble over this?

Shit.

“Wait, Anthony. This isn’t Teddy’s fault.”

“Isn’t it? He was put in charge of you and he lost you. It seems he is responsible.”

I purse my lips and place my hands on my hips. “It is not . He couldn’t have known where I went! Bane came in through a secret door. In your room.”

Anthony’s eye twitches again and then he starts striding away.

“Ugh, listen. If anyone’s to blame, it’s you. I mean, how could I resist that? A secret door, Anthony. A secret door !”

I moan in frustration and then jog to catch up with him. His strides are long and purposeful, and I’m winded by the time he makes it to the porch. God, I need to start working out again. That beat-down really took it out of me.

“Teddy will see you to your room.”

I roll my eyes and then continue to follow him into the house.

“Oh, no you don’t. You can’t just put me in my room like a child.”

“When you behave like one, I can.”

I huff in annoyance and traipse after him, pushing past Teddy’s wide form to get into Anthony’s office before he shuts and locks it on me.

I narrowly avoid those big arms coming around to grab me, but Teddy’s a little too slow and I’m far too motivated.

“Anthony. You don’t understand. Bane showed me a secret passageway. I couldn’t say no.”

Anthony moves toward the table with the drinks on it and pours himself a stiff one.

“Honestly, Anthony. Put the drink down and talk to me, man to man.”

“Are you a man, though? Seems you behave like a child.”

I roll my eyes and then bite down on my bottom lip at the realization of what I just did.

I am acting childish.

“Listen, it wasn’t the smartest, especially considering he had a jar of eyeballs with him, but listen… You show me a secret door and a secret passageway, and I’m going in. I’m telling you, I’ll die in there, but I’m going in.”

He takes a gulp of his drink and sets it down, the ice clinking loudly.

“Tatum. I’ll say this once and never again. You’re never to associate with Bane. And he’s not to put his mouth anywhere on you.”

I sigh and then nod. “Okay. But if he’s not allowed to put his mouth anywhere near me, will you?”

His hand slides across his jaw, his eyes narrowing. “Why would I when Bane has been all over you? You even smell like him.”

The possessive, angry way he says that makes my cock harden again. This really is becoming a problem. Seems like I like to rile Anthony up. I like him being possessive over me.

I really fucking like it. Crave it.

“Oh, I guess I do. Would you like me to fix that?” I ask, batting my eyelashes like a brat. “I could be persuaded to shower, if you blame me entirely for sneaking into your underground tunnels with the scary, yet hot Bane and not Teddy, the very loyal bodyguard.”

His jaw ticks again, and I can’t help myself. I promised I wouldn’t breathe a word but I do it anyways. “He kissed me, you know. Bargained for it.”

Anthony’s nostrils flare.

“But it doesn’t matter,” I say with a wave of my hand. “You’re not gay, right? He can kiss me all he wants.”

Anthony stalks toward me angrily, his fists flexing near his sides. He comes to a stop before me and stares down at me.

“No one kisses you. No one touches you.”

Coyly, I blink up at him. “No one but you?”

He grinds his teeth together and doesn’t respond. His eyes trail to my lips though, and I suddenly can’t breathe. Good fuck, where did all the air go?

“You want me to kiss you?” he rasps, his voice dangerously low. His hand comes up and cups my jaw roughly, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip.

“Mhm,” is all I can manage to reply.

He leans down toward me and inhales, his nose wrinkling up.

“You smell like him. I won’t touch you like this.”

I let out a shudder and whimper when he clasps my face tighter, his nails digging in my skin. And then suddenly his hand is gone, leaving me nearly weeping from pent-up need.

“Go shower and meet me in my room. I have to apply the ointment.”

I sigh and palm my hard dick. “Fine.”

I should argue, should push him a little more, but I can’t think. He’s sucked all the bratty comments from my head.

When I don’t move fast enough, Anthony grabs the nape of my neck and walks me to the door. “Teddy,” he says. “You stay with him in my room until I come up.”

Teddy nods solemnly, looking a little chastised, and then Anthony shuts the door behind us with a click.

I stare at the ornate wood frame and reach down and adjust my hard dick with a long sigh.

“This is just getting sad,” I tell myself and Teddy, who is glowering at me. “And I really am sorry. I had no idea you were supposed to watch over me. No one tells me anything,” I say with a pout. Teddy doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect him to. I know he doesn’t speak. At least to me.

We make our way up the stairs and down the hallway toward Anthony’s room when suddenly, a door is thrown open and Angel steps out, looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, oh hi,” he says, looking suddenly shy. “Where have you been?”

I eye him and then fold my arms across my chest. “Me? Where have you been?” I counter. I haven’t seen him all day. And he was suspiciously absent during dinner.

Angel’s cheeks flush even more, and he smooths his hair back from his face.

“Nowhere. I’ve been in my room.” He has a cobweb on his shirt, and I brush it away. Hm, seems he’s been somewhere he shouldn’t have been.

He looks slightly guilty for lying to me, but I don’t have the energy to push him. Not right now. Maybe later, after I’ve blown a load, I’ll feel more up to it.

“Alright. Well, I’m going to go shower,” I say, moving toward Anthony’s door.

“In my dad’s room?” he calls out, and I shrug.

“What can I say? He’s a control freak,” I explain, and Angel lets out a small laugh. When I glance over my shoulder, he’s skipping down the hall happily. Well, thank fuck for that. I didn’t want to have to explain what’s going on between Anthony and me. Not that I could explain. I literally have no idea what’s happening. Just that he has given me some hand jobs and seems far too possessive over me for a straight guy.

I move into the bedroom, Teddy hot on my heels.

“Gonna go shower,” I tell him as I walk into the bathroom and strip out of my clothes. I wash quickly, pausing only to smell the body wash that Anthony uses. God, it gets my dick hard. Not that I touch it, I don’t want Teddy to hear me jerking one off just on the other side of the wall.

So I am methodical about it—wash and rinse. When I step out, I shuffle through his drawers and grab some of his deodorant, spraying it on before grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing at my teeth. I probably should have asked permission, but I don’t care. I just take what I want. He’ll never know.

I stride out into the bedroom, wearing only a towel and enter Anthony’s large walk-in closet. Everything is orderly and color-coordinated, even his socks and underwear are folded. It makes me want to mess it up, just a little. Maybe stick a shirt in the wrong place to see his eye twitch. But instead of pushing any more of his buttons tonight, since I’ve already pressed my luck, I just grab a shirt and pull it on, buttoning it up and rolling up the sleeves.

There. All done.

Now I just need to wait for Anthony.

I crawl into his bed and feel Teddy’s eyes on me. Probably on my bare ass which is assuredly sticking out right now. Good thing I waxed before I went to that shady bar. At least it’s nice and smooth.

As soon as I think that, the door opens and Anthony walks in. I freeze and turn my gaze over my shoulder.

Anthony’s eyes land on me and one of them twitches. Seems I got that response without messing up his closet.

Win. Win.

“You’re dismissed,” he tells Teddy, his eyes never leaving me.

“Hello there,” I say with a wide smile, turning around and sitting on top of his covers. He doesn’t return the greeting, just starts toward me, his fingers working his shirt open as he goes.

Oh my god. Why is he taking off his clothes? I can’t peel my eyes away from him, from each inch of his chest that he exposes to me. My mouth is suddenly too dry, parched. My tongue peeks out, and I wet my lips.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, and I nod.

“Mhm,” I reply as he stops at the end of the bed and shucks his shirt off, tossing it onto a nearby chair.

I stare at his puckered nipples, at the tattoos across his chest. I want to lick him. I want to push him down, straddle his waist and slide my tongue across his body. Good hell, he’s a sexpot. How am I going to make it out of here alive?

I’m not. I’m going to die from sexual frustration.

His fingers wrap around my ankle and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. My shirt slides up my thighs and bunches at my groin, my hard cock evident through the fabric. There’s no hiding it, not that I want to. He knows that just looking at him makes me hard enough to hammer nails.

His fingers move to the buttons on the shirt, and he slips each one free until he’s pushing the fabric off my shoulders. His fingers skim my skin, and when I’m completely naked, he leans down toward me, inhaling.

“Better,” he says, and I bite back a moan.

Good fuck, he should not be saying this to me. He really shouldn’t breathe in my direction. I may come untouched.

He picks up the jar from the end table and unscrews it, and then his fingers are on me, massaging the ointment into my skin and making me pant. I have no control.

Zero.

Really, like negative one-thousand. I’m so far past control, I’m just pure chaos.

When he reaches around me and flips me over, I rut discreetly into the mattress as his hands glide all over me, but I don’t think I manage to do this unnoticed.

“Stop wiggling,” he bites out, and I huff in annoyance.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he replies as he grips my hips and stills me.

I try my best to stop moving, I really do, but when his hands drag down the back of my thighs, I end up humping the bed frantically.

“Tatum,” he grinds out, and I moan.

“Anthony. You aren’t dense. You know what your hands on me does to my dick. I can’t help it. I’m a horny boy, okay?”

He flips me over, my dick slapping my stomach as I stare up at him with wide eyes. His gaze dips down to my hard cock, and he rolls his lips between his teeth.

“Did you get hard with Bane?” he asks, an angry bite to his tone.

“When I thought it was you, I did.”

He places his hand next to my head and leans toward me, his bare chest too erotic to not touch. I press my palms to his warm skin and drag my fingers down his pecs. His skin flushes around his neck, betraying his cool outward demeanor.

He likes it. Likes me touching him. Not that he’ll ever admit it. He’d never do that.

His gaze meets mine before falling to my mouth.

“You’re such a pretty little liar.”

My fingers stop at the edge of his slacks and curl under the waistband.

“I’m not lying,” I whisper. “I want what I can’t have. It’s an issue.”

He blinks and edges slightly closer.

“And I can’t have you, right? Because you’re straight?” I add.

My hand drifts a little lower, rubbing against his dick, sadly still in his pants. It’s soft against my hand, but god, what I wouldn’t give to see it hard again. Feel it straining against my body, sliding over my tongue. Fucking my throat.

I peer up at Anthony, still hovering over me, not moving as I rub his dick through the fabric of his pants. I feel it start to lengthen, hardening between my fingers. The sensation causes me to let out a shaky exhale.

“You want this?” he asks, and I swallow and nod.

Of course I do. I fucking want it.

“Earn it,” he bites out.

I don’t know what that means, but I’m also not a quitter, so with shaky fingers, I unzip his pants and drag them down the curve of his ass. The feel of his muscles against my palms causes me to arch up into him, the friction of my oversensitive dick on his bare skin making me tremble.

My hands squeeze his flexing glutes as I drag his semi-hard dick against my own. I lean up, pressing my face against his neck and mouth at it, tasting the very essence of him.

Manly, rough, sex.

If I could bottle up his pheromones and keep them, I would. I’d inhale them daily. Like a drug.

I grind up against him, my cock rubbing frantically against his warm skin as I suck on his neck. I’m sure I’ll leave a mark, just like Bane did to me. But before I can, he wraps his hand around the front of my neck and holds me down, his eyes flashing with something I don’t recognize.

Something dangerous.

I feel my Adam’s apple bob against the palm of his hand as he keeps me immobile, his dick slowly growing against my own.

“Please,” I rasp, trying desperately to inhale air. “Tell me what you want.”

He swallows and his eyes flash, but he doesn’t respond.

“I’ll—let me get you off. Please. I want you to fuck my throat. I want it.”

He blinks and then he lets go of me, not moving as I wiggle down the bed until I’m right against his cock. I’m hanging off the bed, my back bowed awkwardly, but he doesn’t assist me, just keeps himself propped up as I grab on to his ass and drag his cock into my mouth. If I thought that he was hard before, he wasn’t. Not entirely. His cock continues to grow as I suck and sputter, my neck cramping as I awkwardly bob my head between his body and the mattress.

But he doesn’t help make it easier, just lets me take his dick like the slut I apparently am. I’m gagging on him, my spit rolling down my chin and cheeks as I fight for his orgasm, trying to earn it. But he’s immobile, not helping me at all.

That is until I drag the tip of my tongue along the underside of him. It’s then that he arches his hips up slightly and starts to fuck my mouth.

His participation in this causes a groan to leave me, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks. My grip on him is the only thing keeping me where I am. If I didn’t have a hold on his butt, I’d be on the floor.

A long exhale leaves Anthony, and the sound of it makes my entire body break out in goosebumps. Oh fuck. He likes it. I can tell. It’s not overt, almost too silent, but that huff of air is so fucking delicious.

Precum hits my tastebuds as I continue to suck, letting him fuck my throat until I feel the pulse of his vein against my tongue. He’s close. Not that I’d ever know it. He’s infuriatingly silent the entire time, but the way his movements are slowly growing more chaotic, his breathing slightly labored, I know that he’s close to coming.

I work him harder, hollowing my cheeks as I inhale him, pulling roughly on his hard dick until his hips cant up and he tunnels down my throat. He grunts twice and then I feel the salty, bitter taste of his cum filling my mouth, my throat, my stomach. He holds himself there before rocking into my mouth a few more times, emptying himself completely. And then he goes still, his dick in my mouth, my throat bobbing around his softening length.

He pulls out of me slowly and my hands fall from his ass.

I sink to the floor when he pulls away from me, cum and spit still falling from my lips. I swipe at it, still feeling flushed and horny, but only manage to make more of a mess.

My body is shaking as I lean my head back against the mattress, my ass on the cold wood floor.

Anthony is sitting on the edge of the bed, completely silent, and I’m scared to look up at him to see any kind of disappointment.

I am a man after all, and he’s adamantly not gay. But I sucked him off, drank his cum, and now I’m hard on the floor, trying desperately not to make more of a mess with my full balls and angry cock.

Anthony runs a hand across his jaw, I can hear it, and then suddenly stands and steps around me, moving toward the bathroom. I watch as he goes, that naked ass flexing as he disappears from view.

When he’s gone, I reach down and grab on to my cock, shuttling my fist over it, trying desperately to get off before he returns, but I don’t manage. I’m only able to bring myself right to the edge before he reappears. His gaze slashes to my cock and his eyes narrow.

“Get on the bed,” he tells me roughly, and I scramble to do as he says, unable to even talk back at the moment. I’m too fucking gone. Too fucking close to orgasm to think.

“On your back,” he says and then reaches for the lube in the end table drawer. He squirts it directly on my cock and then fists it, leaning over me as I groan and arch into him.

“Oh fuck. Yes,” I say as I look down at his tattooed hand engulfing my cock. He’s so strong, so capable. And here he is, getting me off. He’s doing this for me.

“Tatum. Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes flash to his face, taking in those dark orbs surrounded by thick lashes. Fuck, he’s so hot. How did I get to be so lucky?

“Who do you belong to?”

I gasp at the question. He can’t mean it. He can’t fucking mean that.

“Um…” I say and grunt when he squeezes my dick unbearably hard.

“Who. Do you. Belong to?”

“You,” I whine, and he nods, squeezing my dick roughly and pumping it faster.

“Good boy.”

My eyes flutter closed at those words, and I moan as I fuck up into his hand.

“And who does this body belong to?” he asks, and I can’t help but breathe out, “You.”

You. You.

I’m still chanting it when I explode across my chest a few seconds later, my orgasm enveloping my entire body. I’m writhing beneath him, sweat rolling off my temples as I continue to fuck into him, drawing the wave of need out for as long as possible. And when the last bead of cum falls from my cock, I go limp, sagging into the mattress and gulping down air.

His fingers slip from my dick, one at a time, and I feel him wiping me up with tissues before he flicks the light off and settles down next to me. He’s not touching me, but I can feel his presence engulf me. That’s how he is. He’s overwhelming.

“Tatum,” he says, his voice a threat. “If anyone ever touches you again, I will cut them apart and bury them where no one can find them. Do you understand?”

I nod and then let out a croak. “Yes.”

“This is your only warning.”

I nod again and wet my lips. “But you’re not gay.”

“I’m not. But you’re mine. Mine . Now go the fuck to sleep.”

Ha, doesn’t he know? I don’t sleep. Can’t. I just stay awake until the sun comes up, those words chanting over and over again in my skull.

Yours. Yours.

Mine.

Mine.