Mag-log inHis damn cock was doing a standing ovation in front of the man's face. Matthias couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to calm himself down, taking a deep breath.
"Do you want to pee or what?" The man asked, a slight frown on his face. Matthias nodded. What else could he say? He must want to pee. How could his cock get hard when there's no physical stimulation? "Pee later. Don't you dare pee on me or I'll record a video and post it online. From the looks of it, you have a pretty big cock. What if I cut it off and stuff it inside your mouth like a sausage? Will you tell me where you hid the money and how you pulled it off right under our noses? Who's helping you? Tell me, Antonio. And I might not turn you into an eunuch," the man's eyes glinted maliciously like a devil. "I don't know. I never stole anything." "Lies. Try again," the man pressed the knife against Matthias' clothed cock. It twitched against his blade. The man frowned. Even Matthias didn't know what was wrong with his cock today. "You know what, let's do it another way. I'm getting bored and time is running out," He motioned for two of the guards to come forward. What are they doing? Were they going to beat him up? Finally kill him? The man held him down and began to pull his pants down his legs. Matthias struggled, but he was outnumbered. They stripped him until he was in nothing. Stark naked against the cool material of the metal chair. Matthias' cheeks flushed with embarrassment. No one. No fucking one had humiliated him like this! Cold wind attacked his skin from all sides. Goosebumps erupted across his skin. Red clouded his vision as he yelled, "Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I'll kill you one day!" How dare they humiliate him? Matthias swore to take revenge and make them regret everything! The man clicked his tongue, standing up, his eyes hungrily roaming Matthias' naked body. "Not bad. I used to think that I had the world's most beautiful body. But now that I've seen yours..." The man shook his head and licked his lips. Hold on... Was this man some kind of sadistic pervert? Fuck. He was in big trouble. Bigger than he thought it was. "I'm jealous. I want to carve lovely patterns into your skin and destroy your handsome beauty," he twirled his stupid knife and dragged it across Matthias' skin. Matthias felt as if he had been swallowed by a volcano. His breaths came out hot, ragged, and bothered. The cold blade of the knife patted his cock a few times. It was so easy for his kidnapper to cut his cock off and inflict bodily harm on him. Yet... he wasn't doing it. Or maybe he just wanted to take his sweet time with him. The man lowered himself so that his eyes were leveled with Matthias'. Then he used the blunt side of the knife to tease him, stroking his cock with it. Up and down. Slowly and dangerously. The muscles in Matthias' thighs tensed as he tried not to think about it. To think how insanely handsome this man was and the way he was getting hard. Fuck. He was getting hard no matter how hard he tried to control himself. All because of a mere knife play. Precum leaked from his tip and Matthias threw his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel his orgasm approaching. Fuck, how long had it been since he released? No one knew that Matthias Asher Whitlock, the CEO of the Whitlock Group, was gay. Yes, Matthias liked men. But to please his family members and hide from their intrusive gaze, he pretended that he liked women. He always hung around women and a few of his trusted friends. Hence, all desires were locked away. He couldn't let his family know of his sexuality because that would jeopardize everything he worked for. But now, this stranger had unlocked all those dark desires by a mere touch. Fire and electricity coursed through his veins and Matthias cursed under his breath. He was so close. So fucking close... He was so close to releasing. He expected the man to jerk him off or make him cum. But no. The man didn't touch him anymore. When Matthias opened his eyes, he saw the man looking at him with a strange look. His chest was heaving slightly and he chewed on his luscious, full lips. "Y-you," Matthias realized that the man was doing this on purpose. To make him feel pleasure, then stop to make him beg for it. Or use his desperation against him. "Fuck you," Matthias spat, eyes red and nostrils flaring. "Amanda is fucking you, Antonio." The knife nipped Matthias' chest and a small trail of blood dripped down. Matthias shuddered. "Still refuse to come clean? Do not blame me, Antonio, for the lovely tattoos I'm about to give you," The stranger nipped his skin again, causing blood to flow just by a little. However, instead of pain like Matthias expected, he felt something else that made his cock grow heavier. More precum began to leak and splatter on the floor. "I'm... I'm... not Antonio. My name is Matthias Asher Whitlock," Matthias gasped, straining against his bonds. The man glanced at Matthias' cock and swallowed audibly. Then he sneered, averting his gaze from it. "Don't tell lies. You think by changing your name you could trick and hide from me?" "I'm telling the truth. That is my name. Search it up. It comes with my photos. I'm all over the internet," Matthias said in a breathy voice. The man stood up and pulled out his phone from his pocket. He tapped on the screen before placing it before Matthias' face. He seemed to be comparing a photo with Matthias. "Che cazzo," he cursed. Italian. His kidnapper was Italian. Somehow, this made Matthias think of the Mafia."Yes," Dante said.Keen reached for his handcuffs when Dante burst out laughing."If I said no, you would say yes, I'm drunk. Yes or no doesn't make a difference. What makes a difference is that you need a warrant to get in here.""What kind of cook has tattoos all over?" one of them asked.Sydney had gotten up and was now standing beside Dante."We Italian cooks love our tattoos just as much as we love grappa and olives. You should come visit my brother's orchard. He has apples, grapes, olives, figs, ooh, and even sheep. Have you seen the little ones?" Dante blocked the way as Keen and the officers tried to come in.However, he was outnumbered, and they pushed past him. They started to make their way to the hall.Dante needed something more. Something more... Dante's eyes found the chandelier that was hanging right above the foyer. A cunning smile crept onto his face.Sydney must have seen the look on his face because her eyes were wide."Got a knife, sweetheart?""A gun?""A knife,"
Okay,... Cops... Cops, right? He could deal with it. Yeah, he could. He really could. Except...Matthias' chest fell when he recalled the mess outside and all around his backyard.They had found Matthias' guards knocked out and tied up in the basement. It turned out it was done by Dante's men.Some of his guards were dead, shot by the assassins. Some of Dante's men were dead too. Total body count, twenty-one.How was he supposed to get rid of twenty-one dead bodies while making his mansion look like it wasn't a crime scene?Hamilton and Sydney had managed to move the bodies out of the living room, rolling them up in carpets. Matthias didn't have enough human-sized carpets, so some bodies were still here.Matthias began to pace the room. He owned a large property with no neighbours, which was a blessing. Hamilton had fetched his laptop and pulled up the feed for the cameras—the ones that weren't destroyed.He got a view of the main road leading to his mansion. The police cars had arriv
Sydney looked at Matthias and Hamilton. Then her gaze dropped to the floor. She gasped, spotting the dead bodies. Yeah, Dante killed all of them, almost brutally. It looked like a crime scene here."Oh my God," the forty-eight-year-old woman looked on the verge of a heart attack."Sydney, don't look." Matthias held her shoulder and led her away.Hamilton walked past them and disappeared upstairs."What's going on? My God, Matthias. This... I heard gunshots and hid. But then I thought you were in trouble, so I came and...""It's okay. They're dead. See? Just breathe. Calm down, okay? We're gonna turn out fine." Matthias wondered how much he believed his words.There were more gunshots and commotion from the backyard. Matthias was tempted to go there, but he didn't want to go alone."Here." Hamilton returned, handing Matthias a gun while he held a rifle.He passed a gun to Sydney. She shook her head."Killing isn't my thing. Thanks, Ham."Matthias made his way to the backyard. Sydney fo
"What the fuck?!" Matthias yelled. The gunshots ceased.Whoever wanted him dead was on the other side. In his fucking house. Or were they after Dante? And how the fuck did they get in? He had a top security system and guards patrolling outside.He looked at Dante, who now had a half-crazed grin. Dante was patting his sides like he was looking for something.Matthias jerked as the glass on the counter exploded, raining debris between his legs and onto his shoes."Sir, the secret passage," Hamilton said, eyes trained on the large painting in the living room."Too far. We'll get shot." Matthias looked for his phone only to realize that he didn't have it. Dante took it."I didn't bring my phone either," Hamilton said."Dante, where's my phone?""Phone? That over there?" Dante pointed to the floor several feet from them, near the sink.There lay his phone, screen cracked and body broken.Matthias glared at Dante, who shrugged."Can't blame me, Matt. They shot at me first.""They're after y
Matthias was unable to concentrate on work, so he headed downstairs. All he needed was some fresh air to clear his mind and probably a sip of wine.As he made his way to the kitchen, he heard laughter and voices. One was Hamilton. The other was...Matthias recognized that accent. Dante. He walked towards the kitchen silently. Matthias didn't want to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it.Dante was seated on the stool in front of the island, cheek propped in one hand as he gazed at Hamilton. His cheeks were flushed pink, a silly smile on his face. It made him look... boyish. Almost innocent. Like he hadn't threatened Matthias an hour ago."Mister Dante, that's ridiculous. I'm not sure if that's even possible," Hamilton chuckled."Oh, you should try it. Just don't let the lady see. They scream bloody murder and run like horses," Dante whispered as if he was speaking about something scandalous.A frown crossed Matthias' face. He didn't understand what they were talking about. But whatever i
Dante didn't expect to laugh at Matthias' words. So... He might be lazy like a sloth. But he always pretended to be hardworking. Did anyone know how hard it was to keep up with the image he curated for years?Probably no one. Actually, Dante would rather lie on his bed and watch TV or play with his PlayStation. Chasing after fuckers who fucked with his brother was tiring. As much as he liked the killing, inflicting pain and fear into people, he wanted to rest and do absolutely nothing.Was it wrong to be not productive at all? Just spend the day lazing in bed?"I thought you were going to kill me," Matthias said.Dante snorted. "I would have if you didn't look—"Dante stopped himself short while Matthias' dark eyes widened slightly.Look good. That was what Dante was about to say. He wasn't going to praise Matthias because that would be out of line.Which kidnapper praises and oogles their victim like what he was doing now?His eyes trailed over Matthias' body. Matthias Asher Whitlock







