Page 133 of The Silencer
Angelo nods and they carry on a conversation for a short while, discussing the mundane things of life, like what he’s been doing with his free time and how he’s handling married life. But something seems off. He lacks the normal shine in his eyes.
As soon as we hang up, Tatum turns toward me and frowns. “Something’s not right.”
“I know. I could see it in his eyes. I’ll have Casey keep me posted. And we will visit in a few weeks.”
“Good. I want to hug him.”
I do too, but right now I’m content hugging Tatum to me, feeling him breathe as I cradle him in my palms.
“I don’t know, Anthony. I still think Angel marrying Mikhail was the wrong decision. If it is, can you break the contract?”
I nuzzle up into him, biting down on his ear gently. “If that’s what Angel wants, then yes we can, but it comes with complications. Our businesses are becoming enmeshed at the moment. But of course, if he’s miserable, I will make arrangements. But he wanted this. He told me he did.”
Tatum doesn’t respond, just turns in my lap and straddles my legs, his hands going into my hair. His mouth grazes mine and he bites down softly on my bottom lip. My dick twitches between my legs and I pull him closer, our cocks brushing when I do.
“I want you to fuck me. Right out here.”
“Do you have lube?” I ask, and he nods, pulling out a small container and grinning slyly at me.
“I’m always prepared.”
“Good boy.”
“I like it when you call me that,” he says as he pushes off of me and shimmies out of his pants. I work my own open, my dick already hard and ready. “But you know what I really like?” he asks as he leans forward and works himself open. “I like it when you call me your little light.”
“You are my little light.”
“I am,” he says with a sigh, leaning toward me and kissing me, his fingers still inside of him. My hand wraps around his cock, and he groans against me.
“You are my little light in the darkness.”
He groans louder and then clambers on top of me and settles my dick right at his wet hole. “That is so romantic, Anthony,” he sighs as he sits down on me. My hands clasp his hips as he takes me all the way inside. “It seems you may love me.”
Our eyes meet and my thumbs draw small circles across his skin.
“It’s more than love. It’s so much more.”
He nods and then rocks against me, the two of us hurling over the edge at the same time, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating in time.
24
TATUM
It’s not until the next morning that I decide I want to see Douglas. I’ve decided I want a turn at him. I’m irrationally angry.
“Are you sure?” Anthony asks, and I nod, rubbing my good hand across my stomach.
“What’s left of him?”
“Too much.”
I nod and swallow. “Okay. Yes. I want to see him.”
“You have to be sure. Once you see it, you can’t go back in time and unsee it.”
“I know,” I whisper and then nod resolutely. “I want to.”
Anthony leans down and kisses me swiftly before striding toward the hidden door in his office.