Page 34 of The Silencer
“So, why are you such a grump tonight?” I ask, pulling out a book and flipping through it. Hm, a book on botany. How boring.
No one wants to read about plants when they could read about peens.
“I’m not a grump.”
“You are so very grumpy. Are you sad? Did something happen at work? Horny? Need to get off?”
He takes a sip of that golden liquid, his throat bobbing in the firelight as he watches me. But he doesn’t answer.
“Or maybe it’s because you’re going to sell off your son to the highest bidder.”
His eyes flash, and he sets his drink down on the table with a clink.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, just something that Angel told me. About an arranged marriage.”
He doesn’t answer, but stalks over to me silently, his eyes mere slits as he watches me.
“What I decide for my son is none of your business.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just telling you that it’s the wrong choice,” I say with a shrug and place the book back on the shelf. I’m trying to hide the fact that my heart is pounding ridiculously hard, and the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m prey is making me pant.
When I turn to move to the next shelf, Anthony is standing right before me.
His lean, muscular body is blocking my way, and when I take a step to the side, he reaches out, his fingers lacing through the belt on my robe and tugging.
“I’m sure you have all sorts of thoughts that you’d like to share with me,” he says, his voice almost threatening.
His wrist flicks and my robe parts, revealing my nude body beneath.
“But I’d rather you keep those tucked away. I don’t want to hear them.”
I wheeze when his hand grabs on to the belt and pulls it through the confines. It ends up wrapped tauntingly around his fist as he takes a step closer to me.
My throat clicks as my back hits the shelf behind me. Books rattle in their places, and I tilt my chin up, seeing the flash of gold in Anthony’s dark eyes.
“Get on the couch.”
I gulp once more and then shake my head. “I’d like to look at the books some more. So, I think you’ll have to wait. Maybe there’s one on building trust in children.”
His jaw clicks as he steps even closer. My bare, hard cock brushes against his abdomen, and I bite my bottom lip.
His fist rises, the belt of my robe wrapped around his knuckles, which are bruised to hell. They drag across my jaw gently.
My eyelids flutter, my entire body thrumming with pent up lust when suddenly his other hand slides across my bare hip and squeezes. Not too hard because I’m still bruised there, but enough to pull me into him.
“You need to learn when to bite your tongue.”
“I so do,” I agree when he removes his hand from my side and grabs on to the other end of the belt.
“But I don’t think you’ll listen. You never do. So I’m going to have to make you.”
He drags his thumb down my bottom lip, and my mouth parts in response. When it does, he presses the cotton belt into my mouth, gagging me. With deft movements, he ties it behind my head, not too tightly, but enough to keep me from speaking.
“Perfect,” he says darkly before stepping back and taking me in. A gag in my mouth, my robe parted to show my hard, weeping cock.
I don’t even know if he likes what he sees, but he’s looking. Very attentively.