4. Time to visit his new prey

~VINCENT~

As Vincent entered the grand dining room, the soft glow of candelabras and the aroma of roasted cuisine and salad enveloped him. His parents, adorned in elegant attire, sat at the head and foot of the table, respectively. Elora, dressed in a stunning red gown, sat to his mother's right.

"Ah, Vincent, darling!" His mother, Isabella's red tinted lips stretched into a warm smile as she rushed to hug him, "We've missed you so much."

Vincent forced a smile, feeling a pang of guilt. "Mother, Father, sorry I've been busy."

His father, Reginald, nodded curtly. "We understand, son. But family is important. We need to catch up."

Isabella and Reginald had been childless. This further made them consider adoption, and fortunately, they saw Vincent as a sweet boy and decided to adopt him, saving him from the molestations from the orphanage’s home caretaker.

Vincent took his seat beside Elora, who placed a gentle hand on his arm. He didn't respond, his body stiffening. He's unsure how to react.

The new butler, tall and imposing, poured wine into Vincent's glass. "Shall I serve dinner, sir?" he asked, his voice deep and formal.

Reginald nodded. "Yes, Jenkins. Let's begin."

As Jenkins served the first course, Vincent's mind wandered to Dimitri. He pushed the thoughts away, deciding to focus on the conversation. He knew his heart is a betrayer and he wasn't even sure if Dimitri would perform his other ‘end of the deal’ like he had said.

"Vincent, how's work?" Isabella's voice broke his train of thoughs, her eyes sparkling.

"It's...fine, Mother," Vincent replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Elora chimed in, "I've been worried about you, Vince. You've been distant lately."

Vincent's heart skipped a beat. "Just stressed, Elora. Nothing to worry about."

Reginald cleared his throat as his hands hovered over the knife placed beside him on the opulent table. “I've talked to Elora’s parents.” He said with a smile.

“Yesss.” Isabella chimed in as she speared a napkin on her lap. “We wanted to chose a date for your wedding. You and Elora had been in a relationship for over eight years and we as your parents are not getting younger even if we have this ever-present youthful look.” She said the last part with a small laugh.

“I… I…” Vincent stammered, the salad he wanted to put in his mouth poured back into his plate.

“Twenty eight! You are twenty eight Vincent. You will be twenty nine in three months. This is the only way you can pay us back.” His foster father, Reginald, with anger issues shouted which made Vincent clench his fist tightly.

He sighed and dropped dropped the fork, the silver clanking against the ceramic. He stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the tiles.

“I just remembered I have something to do. Father.” He bowed to him. “Mother.” He bowed. “I will drop by some other time.”

With that, he turned back and made his way out of the dining room.

“You shouldn't have spoken to him harshly.” He heard his mother's caution. But even with that, he won't turn back, he didn't want to. So, he decided to go back to his apartment. And now, this is one of the reasons he decided to live alone despite their protests.

~DIMITRI~

“Skip the estate, I will be heading to the penthouse instead.” Dimitri said to Mara whose eyes shot to him in curiosity.

“But Grandpa San—”

“You will do as I say, Mara. Or you are done.”

Mara's eyes darted to the intercom and back to Dimitri, then she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Her fingers hovered over the intercom button before she pressed it, her voice steady:

“Mara speaking. Alter destination to the penthouse suite, please.”

The car smoothly changed course and they continued their car ride in silence. Soon enough, the car parked before a huge building that stood tall, almost reaching far into the sky. It's a gleaming skyscraper.

“Should I get you a change of clothes?” Mara asked as Dimitri reached out to open the door.

He turned to her. “No. They are aware. Take the car and go back to the mansion. Don't reveal where I'd gone. You know what's at stake for you.”

With that, he descended and moved towards the building. As soon as the receptionist saw him, they allowed him to use the private elevator which took him to his penthouse at the top floor of the tower-like-building.

The penthouse floor-to-ceiling windows offered him breathtaking views of the city below. As the owner of the entire building, the whole floor is dedicated to him and he had even forgotten what the other floors are used for. As long as there's a stream of income which doesn't dwindle each year, he's good. He stepped out of the elevator, scanned his finger, and stepped into his suite.

As he stepped in, he shed the prison's uniform and, standing in the middle of the opulent room in all his naked glory. He walked to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared back at his reflection, even though it's not as clear as using a normal mirror.

Dark brown hair which looked tousled as if he had ran his hands through it a million times, onyx black his stared back at him, thin pink lips, strong sharp jaws which looked like it could cut paper, tattooed wide chest, strong looking arms and legs which would bring a gym instructor’s to shame and lastly, his cock which dangles limply between his legs.

His eyes wandered to it and, slowly he brought his large palm to it and started rubbing it. His thoughts wandered back to Vincent, the way his lips had wrapped around his cock, the way his teeth gave his pain and pleasure in a weird way. Basically, Dimitri knew that Grandpa Santini had come to the U.S because of the one issue he had with him; get married. The old man knew he was gay but he wished the old man could also understand that he won't change. He had always tried his best to get rid of all his partners but well, he had learned to outsmart him in all ways possible.

A grunt escaped from his throat as his eyes fluttered close, his mouth slightly parted as he continued to work towards his climax, Vincent's tear-streaked face as he forced his cock into his mouth on his mind.

As he continued, his climax continued to draw closer until it crashed into him like a sea against its shores. He painted the floor-to-ceiling window with his thick whitish cum.

“It should have been him.” He whispered darkly. Right at that moment, his black eyes glinted sinisterly. He moved away from the window not caring about wiping his cum, and moved to his bedroom, and then his bathroom. The whole place is painted in black and white with minimalistic decorations.

It's time for Dimitri to visit his new prey and he wanted to prepare for just that.