LOGINSaint entered the living room and the first person he met was no other than Vincent. The man had his eyes glued to the television screen. Whether or not he was paying attention to the news, one could not have easily known that. He didn't spare Saint a glance for about two minutes after the man had positioned himself right beside him. About three minutes later, he pressed a button underneath the arm of his chair and it automatically turned slowly. Vincent looked at Saint and his brow lifted slightly at what he was seeing. "No mask." His eyes examined Saint's face, taking in the absence of contacts as well. "And no contacts either. What is happening? Why did you decide to go uncovered?" "I had a change of mind, father. I don't see the need for it anymore. I am more comfortable showing my face now."Vincent stared at him a moment longer, clearly expecting further explanation but none came. So he nodded. "All the best then"He gestured toward the sofa across from him and Saint
"I am actually so happy to have you guys here to keep me company." Diana beamed while putting a piece of meat on both Nicolas and Aaron's plates. "Thank you so much, Aunt." Aaron replied.Dominic wasn't around and his absence left the table looking less formal. Even after stating her feelings, Diana watched fondly as Nicolas and Aaron traded easy banter about a recent shipment complication. "...and honestly, I believe if Caleb's men hadn't botched the timing, we wouldn't have had to reroute the entire..." "Aaron." Diana called, setting down her fork and watching the young man with curiosity. "Yes, Aunt." He responded, bringing his glass of wine closer to his lips. "When exactly are you planning to settle down?"Aaron nearly choked. He coughed slightly before recovering. "Ma'am?" "I am talking about marriage." Diana smiled pleasantly. "You are not getting younger anymore. Surely there's someone you've had your eye on." "I appreciate the concern," Aaron cle
Simon arrived at the penthouse with Mike trailing a step behind him like a forgotten and scared puppy. The tension between Mike and Nicolas was completely evident the moment Simon and him stepped through the door. Nicolas offered Simon a polite nod of approval while deliberately avoiding so much as a glance in Mike's direction.Mike's shoulders sagged slightly at the cold reception though he said nothing. He sat on the far end of the couch as Saint gestured Simon toward a section of the sitting room.It was also the first time that Simon and Mike saw Saint without his mask but it wasn't the right time to talk about it. “It's Storm by the way.” Saint spoke up, feeling the need to clarify that out. “I thought as much. Your build easily convinced me that it was you.” “Hmm, you can call me Saint now. It sounds a bit informal. Let's reserve ‘Storm’ for my organisation.” He added. “No problem.” "So, what did you manage to find?" Saint asked, sliding into the seat across fr
Vincent stepped through the front door with Paul trailing a step behind him, papers tucked under one arm. He had barely crossed the threshold when Olivia appeared, arms crossed and her expression tight with barely restrained fury. "We need to talk." "I have work to finish." Vincent moved to step past her. "You will make time for this, Vincent! You have to." Olivia planted herself firmly in his path. "Seraphina had her graduation ceremony yesterday. She was named the best student in her entire class, Vincent. The top of her sprung and you couldn't even be bothered to show up. I thought she didn't inform you but it turned out she did try to pass the message across to you." "I had a meeting with investors." Vincent's tone remained flat, entirely unmoved. "Business doesn't pause for ceremonies." "Business? What kind of business was it that made you decide that attending her function wasn't worth it, Vincent? She is your daughter." "And you are her mother," Vincent
The smell of concrete and copper were strong inside the basement that had a dim overhead lighting casting its sharp shadows across a bound man kneeling at the center of the room. Nicolas stood over him with his sleeves rolled. He had no smile on his face and even on his arms were a few bloodstains. He was holding a pen knife, looking at the exhausted man sternly but yet with such a kind of expression that couldn't have given out what his next thoughts or actions were to his victim. "Do you even know what happens," Nicolas said in a low and controlled voice, "to men who try to hand my territory over to the government?"The man whimpered, blood tricking from a split lip. "I don't... it wasn't supposed to..." "Save it." Nicolas crouched slightly, meeting his eyes directly. "You thought crossing into federal jurisdiction would buy you protection or perhaps immunity? A clean slate. I am so sorry my idiotic fool, you thought wrong. Once you are in on this deal, you are in for life
After breaking the kiss, he positioned himself at the opening of Nicolas's hole. He let the tip brush against it for a while as if announcing an appearance before pushing in slowly. "Ah...daddy." Nicolas moaned, his body tensing up at the arrival of his favourite meat into his lodge. His grip tightened even further as he felt Saint's cock stretch him open. "God, you feel...incredible." Saint groaned, burying his face in the crook of Nicolas's neck. He didn't wait for Nicolas to adjust when he began to thrust, his hips slamming against Nicolas's buttocks with a loud fleshy slap. They didn't even care about the water which was splashing against the walls of the tub. Each thrust was so deep that Nicolas felt like he was going to lose his mind. His vision had turned burry and his body was heating up as Saint's balls constantly slapped against his perineum. The thick head of Saint's cock hammered against his prostate, hitting the spot with a precision that made his vision swim.







