Page 26 of The Silencer
My balls are drawn up, that tingle settling deep in my spine. I’m gasping and drooling, my eyes rolling back in my head as I fuck my hips up into his fist over and over. With a cry, his name on my lips, I explode across his hand, some of my cum hitting his desk. Ropes of it, streams, so much that I worry my orgasm may never stop. That I’ll be a shriveled husk at the end of this.
And then it does stop, tapers off into silence, and I’m left completely shattered. Broken. Irreparable.
“Good boy,” he says as he lets go of me. I stumble forward and cling to the desk for dear life. What just happened? What did he do?
Good boy? Oh fuck. Oh fuckity fuck.
“I’ll have someone clean this mess up,” Anthony says, wiping off his hand with a handkerchief. I glance over my shoulder at him, my eyes dipping to his crotch. He’s not even hard. Why did he do that if there wasn’t something in it for him?
“I don’t—” I begin and then shake my head, my tongue peeking out to wet my dry lips.
“I don’t need to explain, and I have to leave,” he says, handing me my robe. “So do you.”
He helps me put it on, and with shaky legs, I’m led out of his office, his hand on the small of my back. I can feel that touch everywhere. It positively burns.
Teddy is outside, his eyes on the wall opposite me, his arms still folded across his chest.
Anthony doesn’t even look back as he leaves me, striding away, his long, strong legs eating up the floor to the door that leads outside.
I have no idea where he’s going, and honestly, I couldn’t care less at the moment.
All I can think about is that his hand was on my dick. He touched me until I came.
He said I was a good boy.
“Teddy,” I say, swallowing roughly and rubbing at my face. Yep, drool. I drooled. My chin is wet. “I’m serious. I need help getting upstairs. I can’t walk. Anthony broke me.”
Teddy shuffles next to me, probably wondering if I’m joking. But I’m not. I can’t walk. My kneecaps have disintegrated. And he must have heard me shouting, pleading. He had to. I wasn’t quiet.
“I’m serious. He…I can’t…”
Suddenly, I’m lifted up in his strong arms, and Teddy is walking me up the stairs, two at a time. My body lies limp against him, my eyes shutting as I relive those few seconds in Anthony’s grip.
He had me in his hands.
Oh god, what a chokehold he has on me.
I may not make it out of this in one piece.
5
ANTHONY
Itake the creaky steps down to the caverns below my property. Number seven’s causing trouble.
I don’t remember him. But then again, after a while they’re nothing but blood and organs. Disposable.
“Took you long enough, you shit,” a voice says from the shadows, a plume of smoke billowing up from sinister lips.
Luca. My right-hand man. The underboss to the Costello family. Neither of my sons wanted any part of this, and to be honest, I never wanted it for them either. Luca, however, he’s been with me for ages, since we were mere boys. He’s been with me through the loss of my parents, my wife, the birth of my children. I love him like a brother, and his mind works just like mine.
He will do well as the boss when I’m gone.
He pushes off the wall and his lean, muscular form emerges into the flickering orange lights.
“Viktor said you weren’t here yet.”
“He never notices when I arrive or leave. He would rather I didn’t exist. But I’m here. Just got in from England. Heard your cry of help and came running. Like a good dog.”