Vincent Reynolds is not gay. He's not hiding from his true self and he's not confused. And no, he's not bi curious either. Instead, he believed he's asexual. Girls don't entice him but guess what? He'd never tried guys. When he crossed paths with the notorious Dimitri Santini with a body built to kill, the latter automatically added him to his shit list. Why? He's an advocate of the law. And what does Dimitri hate more than his father? The law and anyone supporting it. Dimitri's only goal was to ruin him for life but what he didn't expect was that single taste tipping everything over to the edge. _ _ _ “I want to see your reaction when you take my cock like the good boy that you are… Signore Mio. And you know what? I'm not stopping until you paint me with your cum.”
View More~ VINCENT ~Apart from hating Dimitri with all his heart, he also hated sitting in the middle seat in planes. He'd always preferred sitting on the seat near the window, but today on his trip to Miami, flight-luck was not on his side.Unfortunately, he was squashed between two couples who are always passing stuff and talking to each other. Vincent closed his eyes, his brows scrunched in frustration as the lady to his left leaned forward to talk to her partner, who was sitting on Vincent's right while he hoped that he won't feel any saliva landing on his being.The lady feeling his distress slowly tapped him and he peeled his weary eyes open with a questioning look etched on his brows.“What?”She blew the gum in her mouth and pointed to her partner. “If you don't mind, can you come sit here so I can be closer with my partner?” She asked.And Vincent internally rolled his eyes. My partner, my foot! If he's not lucky in love by not having a partner, he will make sure anyone around him fe
~ VINCENT ~What do a normal human do in this situation? Sit down and continue to wallow in self pity? Or give up on everything altogether?It's supposed to be either of the two. But… Vincent is not a normal human. His breaking point didn't break him. Instead, it broke another thing. And what's that? The fog clouding his senses.He dropped his phone and let out one long bitter laugh until his belly ached. Then, he stood up. Even though he looked tired, there was a certain light burning in the depth of his eyes. And it's not the normal light that always burns in his eyes. Instead, this one was different, dangerous, it was the light that was drawn from pain. Instead of letting his situation break him, he drew motivation from it. And that was all that mattered to him at the moment. First things first, Vincent took off his shirt, leaving only sweat pants that hung loosely around his snatched waist. He'd grown lean but he didn't care about that right now. The only thing that mattered for
Even the simplest task seem insurmountable for Vincent. It was like the weight of the whole world was placed on his shoulders. His mind was a jumble of negative thoughts and he'd lost interest in the things that once brought him joy and the world around him which seems dull and gray, not that he stepped out of his apartment since that day. He's exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He's hungry but he couldn't eat. He's numb, but the pain still lingered, a constant reminders that he's not okay. It was like he was falling into a dark hole, a dark abyss and not just any hole or abyss, instead, it was one that he couldn't get out of, one in which it was like he was being passed a shovel to dig deeper. And despite his best effort, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he's not good enough, that he's a failure, that he's worthless. And it was due to losing his purpose, his sense of direction and he's just going through the motions by staying in his dark apartment with his windows shut.He sta
Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?
~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k
~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off
~ DIMITRI ~The sunlight filtered through the huge glass floor to ceiling windows, casting golden glow on the tiled floor.Some meters away was a lounge area and on the three seater chair lay Dimitri, with Mara snuggled into his chest. His black inky hair was a mess and his eyes were shut close. He was also naked from waist-down. Mara slowly woke up and sat up with a wince. Her clothes lay some meters away from the couch and she was naked. After sitting up with great effort, she parted her thighs and poked her core, eliciting another wince from her. But despite the wince, there was a small smile on her face. She shifted her gaze to Dimitri who was still asleep and her gaze became unfocused, her mind running miles per minute on how to get herself out of the situation. Then, she fanned her face and yawned, forcing out tears. She sniffed, wiping the tears that slowly gathered on her face off as she tapped Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes flung open as if he was just thrusted into his body, an
~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in
“What have you done?” A low voice laced with disdain asked. “What have you done Dimitri?!” Dimitri ignored the accusation, his movements deliberate as he approached the lifeless body sprawled across the bedroom floor. He knelt beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her pale face. With precision, he placed two fingers on her neck, his jaw tensing as he confirmed the truth. The woman kneeling beside Ava's body, her red hair a stark contrast to Ava's limp form, looked up at Dimitri with tears and venom in her eyes. “You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!” Dimitri rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I should?” His gaze locked onto Ava’s mother, her features a haunting echo of her daughter’s. “Return my daughter to me this instant!” Mrs. Bianchi begged, her voice cracking. Dimitri’s response was a cold, calculated smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of menace. “The last ti...
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