Page 51 of The Silencer

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.