But every time his rough fingers glided across the tender, sensitive skin, the body of Lucien would uncontrollably jerk. He let out a soft sob, his thighs instinctively pressing tightly together, rubbing against the back of Dominic Vance's hand.
Just that slight friction alone was enough to make the man's breathing instantly grow heavy. Lucien could clearly feel that the massive, veiny object pressing tightly against his buttocks was beginning to stir again, slowly rearing its head, swelling and burning hot to a terrifying degree.
A stiff chill ran down the spine of Lucien, and he was genuinely filled with panic. If they were to go for another round right now, he would undoubtedly die right here in this bathtub!
Dominic Vance gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing fiercely. He closed his eyes, silently cursing himself in his mind.
He truly was a beast.
He drew in a deep breath of cold air, resolutely withdrawing his hand and turning off the faucet. Dominic Vance knew that if he continued to touch and grope, this young man would genuinely be broken by him.
"Stand up, we are going out." Dominic Vance commanded in a hoarse voice, standing up first before reaching for the large bath towel on the rack.
Lucien braced his hands against the edge of the tub, trembling as he tried to stand up. But his legs had been used to the point of utter weakness, his joints feeling as though all their sinews had been completely extracted. Having only managed to rise halfway, his knees turned to jelly, and his entire body floundered, tumbling right back down.
Before he could fall back into the water, a solid arm reached out, firmly wrapping around his waist and pulling him up. Dominic Vance furrowed his brows, directly using the large bath towel to tightly wrap Lucien up like a cocoon, then effortlessly scooped him up in a princess carry, striding steadily out of the bathroom.
Outside, the butler had indeed worked with exceptional efficiency. The previously messy bedroom had been cleaned spotlessly, the bedsheets replaced with a brand new set of silk linen, incredibly soft and faintly exuding a delicate fragrance.
Dominic Vance gently placed Lucien down on the bed, letting him sink deeply into the plush mattress. He did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he propped one hand against the mattress, leaning over to cage the small body curled up within the towel. His eyes darkened, as profound as a swirling abyss, pinning themselves onto the pale yet breathtakingly beautiful face of Lucien.
The atmosphere within the room suddenly became unusually suffocating and tense.
"Tell me." The fingers of Dominic Vance slowly caressed the cheek of Lucien, his voice carrying a forcefully oppressive weight: "Earlier on the bed... why were you touching yourself? Why... were you calling my name?"
The bomb had been ignited.
Lucien silently counted the beats in his heart. He bit his lower lip so hard it bled, his eyelashes fluttering violently. He avoided the gaze of Dominic Vance, turning his head away to reveal a stretch of slender, snow-white neck, looking both utterly pitiful and stubbornly resilient at the same time.
"Do not ask anymore... please..." Lucien choked out, his voice as fragile as a spider's silk.
"Lucien Sinclair, look at me!" Dominic Vance lightly squeezed his chin, forcing him to face him: "Answer me. Why?"
Lucien slowly opened his eyes. Tears welled up once again, shimmering as they reflected the sharp, handsome face of the man. He took a deep breath, as if mustering every last ounce of his courage, his trembling, fragmented voice uttering every single word.
"Because... because I like you... Hic... I have liked you... for a very long time..."
It was merely the nature of men, always delighting in having someone admire and love them to the point of madness. It formed a fundamental essence that allowed one to feel spiritually satisfied.
It instilled in Dominic Vance a certain notion, which was that not only this person's body, but even his soul and heart were tightly bound to him, desperately craving him. The possessiveness of a man accustomed to ruling like a king erupted at this moment to an uncontrollable degree.
The eyes of Dominic Vance turned bloodshot. He lowered his body completely, wanting to fiercely devour those trembling lips, wanting to thoroughly swallow this person into his stomach, denying anyone else the chance to even lay eyes on him, let alone touch him.
"Bzz... bzz... bzz..."
At the exact moment their lips were mere millimeters apart, the piercing, continuous vibration of the phone resting on the nightstand abruptly rang out, shattering the enchanting atmosphere that had been pulled taut like a bowstring.
The movements of Dominic Vance ground to a halt, the frustration flaring in his eyes so glaringly obvious that even Lucien could not help but shudder. He scowled, his gaze sweeping over the glowing screen of the phone.
From the angle of Lucien, he could clearly see the name displayed in massive font on the screen: Miles Sinclair.
Right beneath it was a brief, concise text message: "Dominic, where are you? I am almost back at the villa."
The complexion of Dominic Vance darkened entirely. Without any hesitation, nor any intention of hiding it, he coldly reached out his hand, directly flipping the phone face down onto the tabletop, completely cutting off the annoying vibration. He had no desire to reply, and he certainly had no desire to let anyone else intrude upon his time right now.
Lucien took every single reaction of Dominic Vance into his eyes. Beneath the guise of an obedient little bunny nestling in the blankets, the corners of his lips subtly curled up into an undetectable, cold, and thoroughly amused smirk.
Ah... my beloved younger brother has returned, has he? The real game was only just beginning.