Chapter 13
13
ANTHONY
I know that Tatum told me not to bother with his ex, but I can’t fucking help it. That little shit has been bugging him, calling and texting him at all hours, and I want him to know that I mean business. I don’t fucking share. Not him. Not ever.
“Here he is, Boss,” Viktor says, pulling a sniveling Brayden in by his arms. He rips the black bag off his head, and I take him in. He’s slim with a mop of brown hair on his head and a silly little mustache on his upper lip.
I should cut that right off, would improve his looks for sure.
Everyone in my office turns to stare at the two of them, Luca grinning widely as he fiddles with the cigarette between his fingers.
“Who’s this?” he asks, and I stand up and pour myself a drink.
“Just a guest. Someone who’s been bothering Tatum.”
“I haven’t, I swear,” Brayden says and just as those words leave his mouth, Bane appears from the hidden door in the wall, covered in blood. It drips from his fingers and face. Shit, well, I wanted theatrics, but fuck, he went all out. Probably rolled around in a bucket of it before coming in here. Connie is going to murder me when she has to clean this up. She hates blood.
“Is this him?” Bane asks as he makes his way up to Brayden, an evil grin on his face. Brayden slithers back against Viktor, but Viktor shoves him away like the vermin he is, so he’s left standing in the middle of the room, visibly shaking. With no one to protect him.
“Yes, this is him.”
Bane moves closer and looks him up and down. “Heard you were messing with my little snack.”
“I wasn’t, I swear,” he whispers, his eyes starting to leak. Pathetic.
“You have,” I interject, moving up to stand near him, a knife flicking out from the palm of my hand. Luca chuckles lowly, as do the other men in the room. They know what this is. “Do you know what my name is?”
“No. I swear,” he says, his voice wobbling.
“I’m Anthony Costello, otherwise known as The Silencer. Do you know why that is?”
“No…”
I push the knife to his chin, and he shirks back.
“He loves cutting tongues out!” Bane interjects, and I turn my gaze to him. “Sorry, got a little excited. He does have nice veins and really nice eyes. I could add them to my collection. Please, Anthony. Pretty please.”
Brayden is trembling so hard now that his teeth are clacking.
“Oh, and nice teeth,” Bane adds, and I swear this stupid guy is going to faint.
“Bane,” I snap, and he closes his mouth, pretending to zip his lips and throw away the key.
“Now, listen to me very carefully,” I say, turning my attention back to Brayden, “I’m not going to say this again and if I have to, no one will ever find your body. You stop contacting Tatum. You pretend he doesn’t exist. He’s mine.”
He nods, his eyes wide.
“Every one of these men will come for you if you keep this shit up. Tatum doesn’t want you, and to be honest, you come across as very pathetic with the way you’re begging.”
“So pathetic,” Bane says, and Luca laughs lowly behind me.
“So, my man, Viktor, is going to take you back home and you’re going to pretend you weren’t here, that you never saw any of us, and most importantly, you’re going to forget Tatum ever existed.”
He nods again and swallows loudly.
“Promise me,” I say and he rasps out that he does. Such an enthusiastic and eager little kid , I think as Viktor grabs him by his arms, shoves the bag over his head and escorts him out of the room, the office door shutting with a loud snick. What Tatum saw in him, I have no idea. He’s weak and stupid.
“Did I do good, Boss?” Bane asks, and I nod.
“You did.”
“I think we really scared him.”
“We did.”
He bounces on his toes and then sighs. “But I am a little sad I didn’t get to keep him.”
“Another time,” I reply, and he nods.
“Cool. Gonna go see if Agatha has a snack for me,” Bane says.
He bounds out of the room with an off-tune whistle as I turn toward the men before me. They’re all watching me intently, curiosity in their gazes.
All but Luca, who’s running a hand across his jaw and grinning at me.
“Just so you all know, if that wasn’t clear, Tatum is Anthony’s. He’s very…possessive,” he says with a smirk.
I nod and pour myself a drink.
“I am, now back to what we were discussing.”
“Yeah. Chop, chop. He has someone to get to,” Luca interrupts, and I eye him.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s true,” he replies, and I flick my knife out toward him.
“Don’t make me use this on you.”
Luca grins but snaps his lips shut, his eyes gleaming. I’d never hurt him…well, maybe in the boxing ring, but not with my knife. He’s loyal, almost to a fault. But he does like to poke at me, and sometimes it makes me want to stab him.
“Now back to what I called you all here for,” I say and then begin to discuss the ways we can infiltrate the Fallen Aces and bring them down, once and for all.
That little shit isn’t where I told him to be. After everything I do for him, he doesn’t even listen.
My heart races in my chest as I stride from my room, my tie loose around my neck.
He disobeyed. Intentionally.
I’m going to make sure he begs for forgiveness when I find him.
I search the house, asking the bodyguards if they’ve seen him, but all are reluctant to say. He seems to have endeared himself to all of them in such a short amount of time. Seems that they feel a sense of loyalty to him that I’m not quite sure he deserves.
I’m the one who pays them, they should be answering to me.
And yet, part of me loves it. Craves the chase.
“Where are you off to?” Luca asks, suddenly appearing at my side and sliding an arm around my shoulder. He smells like cigarette smoke, having blown through an entire pack after our meeting to discuss how to deal with the current situation involving the Fallen Aces. They’ve gone after two of my money laundering locations. Luckily, we were able to head them off, but still. It was too close for comfort.
“None of your business.”
He scoffs and then our eyes meet. “I see what this is.”
“You may see but I still won’t share.”
“Didn’t expect you to. Not that I’m into guys.”
I scoff and peer over at Viktor whose cheeks are red.
“I don’t need anyone coming with me,” I tell Viktor as I head out to the gardens. “Just point me in the right direction.”
I turn to a lone soldier standing outside and he nods to the left, toward the edge of my property. At least someone is still loyal to me.
I’m going to make Tatum suffer for this. He knows to stay near the gardens.
If he’s with Bane… My strides are long and sure as I walk through my property, not even bothering to look around. Damnable boy.
I should put him over my knee.
In the distance, I see Teddy, a large figure in the shadows, his arms folded, his sunglasses off. They better be, it’s night now, only the moon is lighting my path.
My feet crunch over the stones I had placed here years ago to make sure that my kids tracked in as little mud as possible when running to their secret hideout. As I approach him, I see Teddy shift nervously.
“I don’t blame you,” I say as I approach. “Where is he?”
He tilts his head back, and I glance up at the treehouse that I had built for my sons when they were younger. I spent thousands on it and they spent so many hours a day here, living out their imaginations.
It was worth every penny.
My chest tightens, seeing the rickety ladder that’s aged with time. It’s dark in the opening above me, and I fold my arms across my chest.
“Come down here, Tatum.”
I don’t hear anything, and I feel my cock twitch between my legs. Something about him pushing my buttons…
Laura never did this. She was always so agreeable.
But Tatum. He’s not. He’s the opposite in every way. He lives to make me feel things.
My hands grasp on to the rickety wood and I pull myself up, memories flooding me as I ascend. Memories of catching Diablo and Angelo up here—Diablo with a lighter, Angelo with his flowers.
My sons.
My life.
My head peers over the edge of the floor, and I see Tatum seated, leaning against the wall, a small smile on his face.
“You actually climbed up here,” he says with a grin, taunting me.
I pull myself the rest of the way up, my knees hitting the rough wood floor. It’s a large space, big enough for two kids to spend their days here. I look over and see the small brown couch I had hefted into this space years ago, and the small ratty rug that Tatum is lounging on, the corners burned from Diablo trying to light it on fire.
“You weren’t in my room,” I say.
“I know.”
My tongue slides across the front of my teeth. “And yet, here you are.”
He inhales deeply and our eyes meet in a clash of desire and yearning. “And yet, here I am.”
I lean back on my heels and my hands fist on my thighs.
My eyes rove over him, drifting from his heaving chest to his loose pants, the way his cock strains against the fabric.
I reach out and grab on to his ankle, pulling him toward me. He sags down the wall and lets out a low moan.
“This would have been more comfortable in my bed.”
“We can go there later,” he tells me. “You can’t tempt me with a chase and then expect me to just obey.”
I lean over him, the sides of my jacket bracketing him, and I reach down and cup his cock through his pants.
He gasps, his eyes widening, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.
“Anthony,” he moans as I stare down at him, my eyes taking in his pretty face, his lean torso, the way it labors with breath just for me.
“Anthony, how can you…how can you say you’re straight when you keep touching my cock?”
My eyes meet his once more, my hand continuing to squeeze his hard dick.
“Is this what you want to be discussing right now?” I ask, and he bites his plump bottom lip and nods.
My hand falls from him, and I watch as his eyelids flutter.
I want him naked. I want to see every part of him.
“Tell me,” he says as I start to pull his pants off, exposing each inch of him to me, his cock making an appearance, angry, red, and leaking.
I wet my lips as I chuck his pants away and reach out for it again, squeezing the hard, warm length with my fingers.
“It’s simple. I want to own every part of you, Tatum,” I explain, my thumb rubbing across the wet tip of him. And it’s true. I don’t know how much of this is attraction or just pure obsession. Somehow, this smart, sassy guy walked into my life and tipped it sideways. And now I can’t get him off my mind.
It’s an itch that can’t ever be scratched. I need him etched on my skin.
I need to be buried inside his heart.
“I want you to eat, breathe, and sleep…me. My name.”
He moans as my hand leaves his cock and rucks his shirt up, taking it off and tossing it in a corner. He’s completely naked now, his nipples puckering in the cool air, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.
I want to consume him.
I’ve never related to the Big Bad Wolf more in my entire life.
My hands drag down his chest and stop at his hips, lifting him slightly. He’s malleable now, not a brat in sight.
Although, I do like the chase, the hunt.
Perhaps he’ll give that to me once more. So I can find him and tear him apart, piece by piece.
“But first, I want you begging,” I say lowly, and he nods, swallowing loudly. “You should have been in my room, Tatum. This would have all been much more pleasant.”
“I can handle it. This is just fucking fine. If anything, it’s your knees that will give you trouble, old man,” he bites out with a laugh, but it quickly turns to a groan when I fist his cock and start to pump him.
“This old man,” I begin, my wrist twisting, “is going to make you beg.”
I lean over his straining dick and spit onto it, the wetness hitting him right at the tip. He watches it, his eyes intent on my hand working him, almost like he wants to remember this.
Good. He should remember. He needs to.
No one else will touch him. No one but me.
“And for your bratty comment, I’m not letting you come. Not here,” I tell him, and his eyes slam into mine.
“What? Why not?” he asks, his hips starting to arch up into my touch. He’s perfect. Everything about him is perfection.
“Because when I say to do something, I expect you to do it.”
“I’m not some loyal soldier, Anthony. I do what I want. I won’t be your puppet.”
My hand stills on his cock and I lean over him, his legs falling open even further. My face hovers over his and my hand reaches up to cup his neck. I squeeze gently, and he lets out a desperate moan.
“Tatum, you became mine the moment you taunted me with that sassy mouth. I own you. You’re mine.”
He blinks up at me and wets his lips. My eyes fall to that mouth again and for a moment, I almost lean down and kiss it, but instead, I press my lips to his exposed neck, sliding my mouth down to his pounding pulse point.
I let my lips hover there, just listening to him breathe before I sit up once more and grab on to his dick, spitting on it again. My hand shuttles up and down the straining length, watching intently as it leaks and listening as Tatum moans, his hips thrusting up to meet each stroke.
My free hand reaches down and gathers his balls, squeezing them gently. His eyes roll back into his head as I continue to work him right to the edge. I can feel when he’s starting to come. The way his breathing grows even more labored, the way his spread thighs tremble. With a pinch at the base of his balls, my hand falls from his dick, and I watch as he whimpers and writhes beneath me.
“Please,” he whispers, but I don’t let him have it. He doesn’t deserve it.
Making me chase him.
I never chase and I never kneel, and yet here I am, doing both.
I let my hands drag down his thighs and then I push his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole to me. He grabs on to them, anchoring himself, and my hands are free to cup his hips, my fingers spreading his cheeks open wider.
I’ve had anal sex, but never with another man. And yet, it doesn’t bother me.
None of this does. It never has with Tatum.
It all makes absolute sense.
I lift him even further, his bottom half off the ground, his body folded in half. His ass is exposed and waiting, and for the first time in my life I want to taste him.
“Anthony,” he whispers, confused and desperate.
And without a second thought, I bury my face in his ass and let my tongue lick up his crack.
He cries out at the unexpected intrusion. Love when he makes those sounds , I think as I do it again, this time letting the tip of my tongue slide along his rim.
He’s almost sobbing now, his entire body shaking.
I hum in contentment at that, at watching him fall apart, and then I continue to tease him, my tongue lapping at his entrance before slipping inside. Just a taste, a taunt, as Tatum cries out, jerking beneath me. I do quite like that, love how he’s lost his mind for me.
So I do it again, this time a little deeper. Tatum is almost sobbing in desperation now, and I have an unquenchable desire to watch him fall apart. Just from my tongue.
I slide in a little deeper, tasting him. Fucking him.
He’s chanting my name now, begging, tears sliding down his pretty face.
God, what would it be like to spear my cock into him, to impale his tight little hole around me?
I feel that switch start to flip and my dick start to swell with the thought. He always does this.
It never fails.
He knows every button to push, just by being himself.
I’ve lost control.
My tongue slides even deeper and Tatum is clawing at the walls now, way past desperation and into pure nirvana now.
I should stop. Should give him some reprieve, but I don’t let up. Not until he’s shaking so hard his teeth clack from the force of it.
Only then do I lift my face from his ass and stare down at him.
His eyes are closed, tear tracks lining his skin.
“Please,” he moans, and I lower him just enough to see his drooling cock.
I arch his hips up toward me and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, making his head fall to the side, his chest heaving.
“Oh my god,” he whispers as I do it again, sucking on his tip and letting myself taste a man for the first time.
Of course, it’s perfect.
My obsession grows, blooming into something dangerous.
And yet still, I’m here, my mouth around his cock, not fucking him but torturing him.
Perhaps this is more pleasing than cutting out tongues and lopping off fingers.
Yeah, it definitely is.
I’d much rather be eating his ass and listening to him moan.
My mouth pops off his dick and I hold him there, half suspended in the air, watching as his eyelids blink open.
“Anthony?” he asks, almost delirious.
Slowly, I place his ass on the floor, his legs still sprawled out beside me.
I shrug off my coat with shaking fingers and set it near him.
“I’ll meet you in my bedroom,” I tell him, wondering for a moment if I’m making a mistake. But then I see that glint in his eye, and I bite back a smile.
He’s starting to get mad, flustered. He didn’t think I’d actually leave him hard and wanting.
Good, let him be upset.
I have things I want him to learn.
Tatum walks in wearing only my jacket and a frown on his face, those long legs eating up the space between us.
“You took my clothes, you asshole.”
I pull my glasses down my nose slightly and arch an eyebrow at him. I’m sitting up in bed, my bare legs settled on top of the comforter, clad in only my boxer briefs.
“Seems you were just fine. That jacket covers enough of you.”
He huffs and waves his hand around his face. “You…take those glasses off this instant. You’re far too sexy wearing them.”
I don’t listen, just push them back up my nose and force my gaze back to my phone.
I’m not actually working. I’ve just been waiting for him to return. And he has. Looking positively wrecked. But I don’t want him to know that. I want him to be even more flustered.
He huffs and then pulls the jacket tighter around him.
“I’ll just go sleep with Angel…”
My eyes flash to meet his. “Get your ass in bed,” I bite out. His cheeks redden, and I see that bit of willpower start to revolt. It wants out. He wants to disobey.
But then suddenly, the jacket falls from his shoulders and he walks to my bed. His cock is still hard, and I can see the red marks on his hips from where I grasped him while I feasted. The thought of how he tasted makes that switch start to flip again as he slips beneath the covers, turning his back to me. He lets out a long huff and then does it again, like a petulant child.
I bite back a smile as I set my phone down on the end table, my glasses beside it, then I turn off the light and lay my head on the pillow.
Tatum grumbles and then punches his pillow, shifting wildly under the sheets. He’s mad. I left him unfinished, left him hard and aching in that treehouse, making him walk back in only my jacket.
After a few moments, he turns over to face me, and I move my gaze so I can watch him.
“Fine, Mr. Costello. I get it. I’ll be where you want me to be, but never leave me halfway blinded from lack of orgasms. Now I’m just grumpy, and I can’t sleep.”
I huff a laugh and turn my body to face his.
“So you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Maybe. I won’t make any promises.”
“Come here,” I say lowly, and I can almost hear his eyes rolling. “Come here and I’ll help you come.”
He purses his lips. “I don’t want it anymore. I’m over it.”
I lean up on my elbow, my eyes taking him in. I can see the bulge beneath the covers, his hard dick trying to poke its way out.
“I’m sure you are. If you change your mind, I’ll be right here.”
I don’t move, just hover, watching as he fights it. And then with a moan, he’s on me, pressed up against my body, his hard cock humping my thigh.
It’s in that moment that I snap and roll us both over, my body splayed on top of his.
His fingers dig into my back and his legs wrap around my hips as we grind together, my arms bracketing his face as we just breathe each other in.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, rocking his hips up into mine. Our dicks slide together, and the way he feels against me makes something spark beneath my skin. I need something.
I want more. More from him. Everything he has to give.
“Fuck, please, Anthony. Please .”
I reach out and thread my hand into his hair, tugging roughly and biting down on his neck, marking him.
I want everyone who sees him to know who he belongs to.
“What do you need?” I ask lowly, my mouth against his ear.
“To come. Please,” he whispers, and I sit up abruptly, his legs splayed wide before me. With a heave, I flip him over. He starts to grind against the mattress before I reach out and lift his ass into the air. My thumbs spread him wide as I lower my face against his ass.
He’s whining now, his hands fisted in the covers as I start to eat him again.
I don’t think I got enough earlier.
I want to taste him as he comes.
My tongue thrusts into him, and he gasps, arching back into my face as much as he can. I keep myself inside him, fucking into him, making him whimper and moan. I don’t let up, don’t stop, just continue to eat at his greedy hole until he’s once more a writhing mess. I can hear his broken sobs, his desperate moans.
When I’m done torturing his ass, I flip him over and cover his cock with my mouth, using my hand to jerk him in time with each suck, feeling the way he starts to crest that inevitable hill. But this time, instead of stopping, I let him explode in my mouth, his very essence hitting my tongue as he chants my name. I hold it there, collecting every drop until he’s finally done, his body growing soft beneath mine, wrung out and satiated.
And then I meet his stare as I spit it into my hand and wrap it around my cock, jerking myself until I’m spraying his body with my release.
He watches it all through hooded eyelids, his chest heaving.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he says softly. I let my hand fall from my dick as I stare down at him.
“Like I said, I own you, Tatum. I own your entire body.”
He sighs as if that makes him happy and then throws an arm over his eyes.
“Yeah, I get it, Mr. Boss Man. You can suck my dick anytime.”
I huff out an amused laugh and then fall down beside him. He turns and snuggles into me, his body still sticky from our mess, but I don’t mind.
Tomorrow when we wake, I’ll wash it off him in the shower.
And then maybe, I’ll fuck that dirty little mouth.
My arms wrap around him as the two of us fall asleep.