~ — ~ “What's that?” Vincent asked, his eyes slightly blurred from just waking up from an uneasy slumber. The previous night was not like the other night they had together. This time, Vincent was sober – literally – and he'd tried to shrug the fucker off him but to no avail. Dimitri's gaze turned to him for some seconds before he went back to unwrapping the box – the sound which had woken Vincent up in the first place. “You mean this?” Vincent nodded. Dimitri brought the box's contents out, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he stretched the first item forth. “A butt plug.” he stretched the second. “A lube.” Vincent blinked, chasing away the sleep. He crawled deeper into the bed. “W–what?” Dimitri cocked his eyebrow. “This is meant for priming and to bring pleasure. And this is to… you know… lubricate things… as in lube.” “I know that.” Vincent answered, his eyes darting around the room. “But who are you using that on? Hopefully not me.” Dimitri stood and stalked towards him
~ VINCENT ~ Soft kisses trailing down the slope of his neck, followed by soft bites and nibbling woke Vincent up from a deep slumber. His eyes fluttered open, his lip slightly parted as he tried to discern his surroundings. The inside of the room was dark, the curtains still covered the window but there's the soft line of dawn behind it. When Vincent finally regained his bearing, he lightly pushed Dimitri who's trailing kisses along his jaw off him. “Go away.” He breathed out, his palm hovering over his mouth. “Good morning to you too.” Dimitri replied, his voice dark, low and husky. “I…I… move away, I need to do my morning rituals.” Dimitri chuckled, pulling Vincent's hands away from his mouth. He gave him a small peck and leaned back, allowing Vincent to stand up. As Vincent placed his foot on the floor, he winced and turned back to Dimitri with his brows raised. “Are you—” “ —Don't even think about it.” Dimitri said, interrupting him. “It must always be in you for at lea
~ DIMITRI ~ He slowly slipped his trousers off, his gaze fixed on Vincent, savoring his reaction. This isn't the first time he will see his manhood, but this is the first time he will really see it so, to Dimitri, his reaction was everything. After taking off his trousers, he pulled his top off, his muscles flexing. Gathering the top in his hand, he slowly used it to wipe the blood trailing down his belly. Vincent's shaky hand rose, poking his chest, near his shoulder where the wound was. “Or… do you think we should just… like… postpone it?” Dimitri shook his head, his hand grabbing Vincent's. “No. Or, do you?” Vincent's throat bobbed up and down but he whispered, “No.” Dimitri nodded, his thumb lightly grazing his swollen lips. “Good boy.” Then, his mouth crashed onto his again. He slipped his tongue into his warm mouth, savoring his taste. Their tongues coiled in a graceless dance, each fighting for dominance until Vincent gave up with a sigh. After some minutes, he left him
~ VINCENT ~ “ —No.” Vincent snapped, not letting him land. “Liar.” Dimitri whispered. He leaned in, their noses grazing. “So, what do we do?” He asked as he pushed his hip into Vincent's, their cocks hitting. Vincent's lips quivered, his eyes slightly dazed. “W… what do we do?” He whispered back. “You didn't manage to make me come with your mouth, remember?” Dimitri said, placing a small peck on Vincent's lips before he leaned back. “But—” He was interrupted with Dimitri suddenly lifting him off the floor and he yelped. “Put me down.” He said, nervousness evident in his tone. “No.” Dimitri said, his huge palms squeezing his butt while his fingers grazed the butt plug he'd buried in his butt. “I want to fuck you now.”. Vincent continued to squirm against him, trying to get down or maybe… it was the friction his movements has on his cock that was making him move. “I swear, if you move again, I'm fucking you against the floor.” Dimitri threatened as he halted on his steps.
~ VINCENT ~This isn't right. Or… is it?Dimitri’s fingers still rubbed small circles on his butt hole. And he's still on that high he'd left him.His eyes fluttered open and he cleared his throat before sitting up, cutting the stimulation off. He stretched his hand to Dimitri. “Can you untie this?” He asked, his voice came off surprisingly calm.Dimitri cocked his eyebrow but removed the belt nonetheless.“Are you okay?” Dimitri asked, his fingers rubbing the red marks on his wrists. “Huh, yes I am.” Vincent replied, swinging his legs over the bed to stand up on wobbly feet. He turned to Dimitri who's still kneeling on the bed, his gaze fixed on him as if trying to peer into his soul. Vincent's eyes wandered to his chest. “You should go to the hospital.” Dimitri shifted his gaze to his chest which is covered in sweat and blood. “I should?”“Is that even supposed to be a question?” Vincent mumbled under his breath as he turned away from Dimitri, making his way to his wardrobe with
~ DIMITRI ~If looks could kill, Luca, Dimitri's father, would have turned to ashes but he matched Dimitri's open aggressiveness with one of his own glares.“What are you doing here?” He hissed.Luca grinned, drawing his wife closer to him by the waist. “Nothing really. Just passed by and I decided to greet my beloved son.” Dimitri's gaze shifted to his stepmother whose blue-green eyes are fixed on him with distaste. “And her?” “We are together.”Dimitri nodded as he walked to step past them. “You've overstayed your welcome. Have a nice life.” He said dismissively, and entered the elevator. “Dima.” Luca called which made Dimitri halt on his steps. He turned to him, teeth clenched and eyes blazing with anger.“Don't. You. Dare. Call. Me. That.” Luca flashed him a smile. “Time is running out.”Then, he tugged his wife and they stepped out of the reception area.Dimitri shot daggers into his back before turning. His eyes wandered to the receptionist who'd tried to merge herself with
Things have fallen apart.Dimitri after having a taste of the naive judge couldn't get it up for anyone anymore. One taste. One taste was what started it all. One taste was what tipped everything over the edge. Dimitri sighed for the upteenth time that evening as he grabbed the hair of the man who was tied to a chair before him and he pulled tight.The man who has a jagged scar running down his left eyebrow to his right chin only flashed him a bloodied smile. “You can do nothing to me bas—”A flying punch to his already battered face interrupted him. He winced, coughing more blood. But Dimitri didn't stop, he kept punching him until his blood covered his fist.“Repeat that.” Dimitri said through gritted teeth. But the man said nothing instead. Dimitri stepped back, his fist tightening by his side. “You only have one mission. Only one. But you decided to prove that you are a failure. Again.” The man said nothing, too bloodied and battered to move his jaw. “And not only that.” Dimit
~ DIMITRI ~Mara slowly brought her own cup to her lips while she fixed her eyes on Dimitri who's sipping from the cup and at the same time, his eyes are scrolling through the papers.She brought the coffee away from her lips and her tongue peeked out to lick it. “How does it taste?”Dimitri shot her an appreciative glance as she placed the cup back on its tray. Minutes passed in silence with Mara's eyes flickering to Dimitri as if waiting for something.And then, it started with the uncontrollable heat that looked to be messing with Dimitri's head itself amplifying the only thought he'd had for days.He gritted his teeth, pride permeating his whole body as he tugged at his tie. “Are you sure the conditioner is on?” He asked, his gaze flickering round the room.Mara nodded eagerly, leaning forward to secretly touch his skin. He flinched. “Go. Go and increase it.”She stood up and went to the lounge area to grab the conditioners remote to increase it before moving back to her seat. And
~ DIMITRI ~The past few days had been a blur. And Dimitri couldn't help but pretend. Not that he cared about people's opinion but for Grandpa Santini whose health was visibly declining, he pretended that he cared. That he cared about Ivan and Mara being locked up.That day, news about them being charged to court finally got to them. They'd been given fifteen years imprisonment each. That was when he finally had peace. Fifteen years of planning.He whispered to himself as he adjusted his jacket in the mirror. Now, he's finally done pretending.When he was done dressing, he went for breakfast. And as he dabbed his lips with the napkin, he cleared his throat,“I'm taking my leave.” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear. The few days where Mara and Ivan were waiting to be charged to court had turned to mourning for the Santinis. No one was allowed to act in a certain way and there's even an untold rule of not going to work. Dimitri was tired. He could only imagine how his first im
~ DIMITRI ~The following day, Selena had woken up early and gave the maids orders. After that, she took her bath and dressed up before going to Grandpa Santini's wing of the mansion.The old man was already awake, sitting on his chair in front of the door to his balcony. He didn't turn before knowing that the person who'd entered his room was Selena.“Good morning Grandpa.” She greeted him.“Good morning.” He greeted her and spared her a glance. When his eyes landed on her, he asked,“Are you going somewhere?”She nodded. “I need to go visit Mara.”The old man sighed and turned back to the view outside. “Make sure you use a facemask. I was just about to tell you that I need to be alone…. Sorry.”Selena chewed the insides of her cheek before suggesting, “Is the mood swing back again? Do you want me to call Dr. Dinna?”“Don't worry. Just… leave.”She said nothing as she turned and made her way out of the room. She shut the door behind her and leaned her back on the door, mouth parted.
~ VINCENT ~To Vincent, there's something about having loud friends —- he couldn't even be miserable in peace.No one said school was going to be easy. When he picked another MSc degree in fashion and clothing apparel, he'd thought it will be all rosy because he has passion for it. But well, school came with the entire ‘bats from hell' package and his not-really-serous friends are not helping.Their temporary lockdown due to the incident at the bar only lasted for a month since that was the time their groceries could last and again, they were forced to go back into the world and resume activities like a normal human.The only ‘good’ thing the incident caused was it made Jenna funnier and more petty. She never failed to remind Remi of what he did that day.Vincent closed his eyes, feeling as the water from the shower head trickled down his skin. He continued to use his palm to scrub his body as he murmured the music which was blasting in the whole apartment to himself.His fingers brus
Things don't always go as planned. When Sinclair's brother started the live video, he didn't expect to do the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. With shock and panic coursing through his veins, his eyes darted to his comment section. It was in an uproar. He'd frozen and when one of his friends tapped his shoulder, his phone fell from his hand to the ground with a clatter. Ivan was as pale as a ghost. He never expected Mara to be this desperate. He shook his head wildly as his eyes met Grandpa Santini's who was staring up at him from his chair.“She's joking.” He said with a nervous chuckle.“I'm not.” Mara declared, her voice form. “If you don't let me go and insist on aborting my baby, I will share the news.” “You are not okay.” Ivan continued to repeat in denial. “You are obviously not okay.” His head was spinning. “I didn't do it. You did. You were the one that exchanged the water which meant you did it.” With each sentence, he took a step towards Mara who was also taking s
“Huh?” Ivan asked in confusion, his brain failing to at first grasp what grandpa Santini had said but when he traced the direction of his jutted chin to Mara, his nostrils flared but he said nothing.“Are you deaf? Why did you have sex with her? You still had the galls to force yourself on her just because you want to get back at—”“ —-wait. She told you that?” Ivan asked, interrupting him with a chuckle. Then he turned to Mara, an amused look on his face. “Why didn't you tell him the truth?” Mara sobbed, shaking her head wildly but she said nothing and could only hope that the ground should open and swallow her. The embarrassment and shame is simply too much for her to handle.With a sigh, Ivan moved to sit at the feet of grandpa Santini's bed. “And point of correction. I didn't sleep with Dimitri's wife. Instead, he married my woman. It wouldn't have been possible if she wasn't a whore though.” He said with a shrug.“He's lying.” Mara whispered.The old man was confused but he turn
Mara's little task to report herself wasn't brought about to her by desperation or, maybe it partly was. But it was due to fear.And this time around, she doesn't even care. She knew Dimitri was one persistent hell of a man. If he promised to divorce her, he would and she knew there's nothing she could do about it. But she only has two oppositions, if she's to lose everything, she doesn't want to lose her baby. And… she doesn't want to go back to Ivan.Dimitri had said it.Maybe he was joking. But Dimitri was never one to crack jokes. Going back to Ivan wasn't an option. She knew without being told that he's a psychopath. The last words he'd whispered to her still echoed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she ascended the stairs with the help of the railings.When she reached Grandpa Santini's wing of the mansion, she stopped before a mirror and patted her hair before walking down the hallway to his room. She turned the knob just as her step mother in law opened it.“Oh mo
Dimitri shooting two of his men was like a domino effect. And like usual, Asher decided not to share the crucial part of the story. He'd said they were attacked by him out of nowhere.There's a saying that the moment a saint commits a bad sin, it automatically overshadows all the good he'd done. Dimitri was no saint and this was just an analogy.The rumours didn't stop there until another sprouted out that he's likely responsible for Ava's death and he's not fit to be a leader. Sinclair's brother had requested an audience with Grandpa Santini but he was turned down. He'd ganged up with his friend who also agreed that he's not a good leader and he should be stripped of his position. They said that that was why he hated Ivan and removed him as his second in command after using him.Dimitri heard everything but he was not moved. He was already punishing himself emotionally, he didn't want anyone to add to his already full plate so he decided to pretend he didn't hear everything. He'd ev
~ DIMITRI ~Anger still coursed through his veins as he stepped out of his car, locked it and pocketed his key. The sky was slowly turning dark as he walked towards the direction of the mansion's entrance but he stopped in his tracks as three men who'd been patrolling suddenly walked towards him with a sickening smile on their faces.He raised an eyebrow but decided to keep quiet, waiting for them to speak first. The three men were; Sinclair, Asher, and Jose.“Welcome pakhan.” Sinclair said with a small bow, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.Jose hung his gun on his shoulder as he stepped closer to him. “Can I take your jacket? You must be quite stressed.” He said slowly as he tried to peel his jacket off him.Dimitri's hands shook by his side, disgust rolling up like bile in his stomach. He inhaled sharply, trying to keep his anger at bay. He knew his anger would get him nowhere except in trouble. His anger had only led people to early graves and hospital beds and he d
When the maids advised Mara to seduce Dimitri again, they didn't know it will lead to an accident. And now, instead of them to take responsibility, they were stupefied.The two maids who were following her from behind exchanged glances before letting out a shrill scream which echoed around the house as Dimitri rushed her down the stairs.“She's dead! Oh my God!” The second maid who had her hair packed in a messy bun exclaimed before placing her palm on her mouth in a faux attempt to shut herself up. The first maid was already rushing down the stairs, after Dimitri. The second maid rushed after her just as the butler and some few maids who'd heard the piercing scream ran out of the kitchen.They all rushed to the door to watch Dimitri place her in his car until he sped off. The lounge area was in an uproar.“What happened?” Ray, the butler asked in confusion. “What's going on?”“It's the first young master. He'd killed his wife.” The first maid whisper-yelled.“What?!” There's another