Page 57 of The Silencer

The possessive, angry way he says that makes my cock harden again. This really is becoming a problem. Seems like I like to rile Anthony up. I like him being possessive over me.

I really fucking like it. Crave it.

“Oh, I guess I do. Would you like me to fix that?” I ask, batting my eyelashes like a brat. “I could be persuaded to shower, if you blame me entirely for sneaking into your underground tunnels with the scary, yet hot Bane and not Teddy, the very loyal bodyguard.”

His jaw ticks again, and I can’t help myself. I promised I wouldn’t breathe a word but I do it anyways. “He kissed me, you know. Bargained for it.”

Anthony’s nostrils flare.

“But it doesn’t matter,” I say with a wave of my hand. “You’re not gay, right? He can kiss me all he wants.”

Anthony stalks toward me angrily, his fists flexing near his sides. He comes to a stop before me and stares down at me.

“No one kisses you. No one touches you.”

Coyly, I blink up at him. “No one but you?”

He grinds his teeth together and doesn’t respond. His eyes trail to my lips though, and I suddenly can’t breathe. Good fuck, where did all the air go?

“You want me to kiss you?” he rasps, his voice dangerously low. His hand comes up and cups my jaw roughly, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip.

“Mhm,” is all I can manage to reply.

He leans down toward me and inhales, his nose wrinkling up.

“You smell like him. I won’t touch you like this.”

I let out a shudder and whimper when he clasps my face tighter, his nails digging in my skin. And then suddenly his hand is gone, leaving me nearly weeping from pent-up need.

“Go shower and meet me in my room. I have to apply the ointment.”

I sigh and palm my hard dick. “Fine.”

I should argue, should push him a little more, but I can’t think. He’s sucked all the bratty comments from my head.

When I don’t move fast enough, Anthony grabs the nape of my neck and walks me to the door. “Teddy,” he says. “You stay with him in my room until I come up.”

Teddy nods solemnly, looking a little chastised, and then Anthony shuts the door behind us with a click.

I stare at the ornate wood frame and reach down and adjust my hard dick with a long sigh.

“This is just getting sad,” I tell myself and Teddy, who is glowering at me. “And I really am sorry. I had no idea you were supposed to watch over me. No one tells me anything,” I say with a pout. Teddy doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect him to. I know he doesn’t speak. At least to me.

We make our way up the stairs and down the hallway toward Anthony’s room when suddenly, a door is thrown open and Angel steps out, looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, oh hi,” he says, looking suddenly shy. “Where have you been?”

I eye him and then fold my arms across my chest. “Me? Where have you been?” I counter. I haven’t seen him all day. And he was suspiciously absent during dinner.

Angel’s cheeks flush even more, and he smooths his hair back from his face.

“Nowhere. I’ve been in my room.” He has a cobweb on his shirt, and I brush it away. Hm, seems he’s been somewhere he shouldn’t have been.

He looks slightly guilty for lying to me, but I don’t have the energy to push him. Not right now. Maybe later, after I’ve blown a load, I’ll feel more up to it.

“Alright. Well, I’m going to go shower,” I say, moving toward Anthony’s door.

“In my dad’s room?” he calls out, and I shrug.