Looking at the unconscious person on the bed, Dominic Vance slowly pulled his manhood out. If one were to ask whether he had fully enjoyed himself, the answer was naturally that he was not yet satisfied.
Dominic Vance inherently did not have the habit of carelessly philandering outside; his lifestyle had always been framed within discipline and coldness. Before his family arranged the engagement, he had never been in a relationship, let alone casually gone to bed with anyone. When the engagement was settled, having a justifiable and legitimate partner by his side, he had also thought that everything would happen naturally according to instinct, and thus he simply climbed into the bed of Miles Sinclair.
But the truth was incredibly ironic, getting into bed was fine, their skin touched, yet he could not accomplish anything at all. His body had absolutely no physiological reaction whatsoever. Later on, carrying doubts about his own masculinity, he tried finding a few people outside to verify it, but the results were exactly the same.
It would have been better if it were like before, when he had never developed any thoughts regarding this matter of lust, for then he would not have to overthink and be so troubled. But once the arrow was nocked on the bowstring without being fired, his painfully swollen and erect manhood unable to find a suitable place for release, only able to rely on his own five fingers along with the freezing cold water in the bathroom, it only made the suppressed flames of lust drive him to the point of madness. That feeling of powerlessness had once made him incredibly frustrated. It was not until after all this time that there was finally someone who truly awakened his instincts, completely satisfying his primal desires.
Dominic Vance gently reached out his hand, caressing the exquisite sleeping face of Lucien, his profound gaze sinking into a state of deep contemplation.
He had also heard his mother complain many times, she stated bluntly that she herself absolutely did not accept him marrying Miles Sinclair. Because, after all, this marriage arrangement from the very beginning was set up together by her and the biological mother of Lucien, considered a promise between two close friends. Furthermore, in her eyes, Miles Sinclair was an illegitimate child, the son of a mistress who had usurped the primary position.
It was just that Mr. Sinclair, that biased father, repeatedly turned black into white, ceaselessly talking in front of the Vance family about how obedient and wonderful Miles Sinclair was, and how spoiled and worthless Lucien Sinclair was.
Going back and forth, hearing far too many whispers in his ears, the father of Dominic Vance also found it troublesome, so he could only wave his hand and say that they should just proceed with the engagement to Miles Sinclair first, letting the two slowly cultivate their feelings, considering it as giving face to Mr. Sinclair. It was also the mother of Dominic Vance who, taking advantage of the time the two families were negotiating, firmly forced Mr. Sinclair to bring Lucien back to the Sinclair household from the outside, as well as demanding that the young man must live in this same villa with them, under her watchful eyes.
His mother very often repeatedly mentioned that Lucien had been very obedient and sensible when he was little, with an exceptionally good temperament; it was only after his biological mother passed away that his personality gradually became closed off. The true nature of his character was absolutely not wicked at all; it was clearly because his stepmother had deliberately brainwashed him, causing him to become spoiled.
Dominic Vance touched his chin, a calculating gleam flashing in his eyes.
If he were to rely on the initial promise, the person who truly held the marriage contract with him was originally Lucien Sinclair, so right now, should he personally ensure that everything returned to its proper, rightful trajectory?
Looking down at the fair, white body of the petite youth, which was now completely covered by him in bright red hickeys and countless ambiguous marks of their lovemaking, his breathing became somewhat chaotic once again. The calloused fingertips of Dominic Vance seemed to possess a consciousness of their own, unable to resist slowly sliding down the young man's flat abdomen, gently pressing and rubbing against that soft skin.
"Mmph..."
Lucien, in his unconscious daze, involuntarily let out a soft sigh, the sound escaping him being as coquettish and feeble as a little kitten seeking warmth. Dominic Vance suddenly remembered the bewitching and gorgeous scene from earlier; this person had also used that exact same lethally sweet tone of voice, his watery eyes shedding tears as he masturbated while softly calling out his name.
Dominic Vance clicked his tongue, his Adam's apple rolling.
He felt that this was inherently just a commercial marriage of a transactional nature anyway, marrying either of the two was exactly the same, as long as the Sinclair family received all of their core benefits. With things having reached this point, what else could Mr. Sinclair possibly open his mouth to question? Whether it was Miles Sinclair or Lucien Sinclair, both were his biological sons, the lucrative benefits that the Vance family had promised to bestow upon him after the completion of this marriage would still remain exactly the same, without a single penny missing.
In that case, he, Dominic Vance, acting as the one holding the initiative, could simply choose whichever person he found pleasing to the eye and compatible with his body as he pleased. Why should he have to give up a massive amount of benefits, only to force himself to marry someone for whom he had absolutely no feelings whatsoever, someone who was even more incapable of helping him relieve his own urgent lustful needs, and on top of that, someone who was not even liked by his mother?
Having completely finalized all the plans in his mind, Dominic Vance intended to turn around and return to his own bedroom to wash up a bit. But just as he stood up, he accidentally caught sight of Lucien's bed, which had been turned into a miserably chaotic mess by his own hands.
On the thoroughly wrinkled bedsheets, there was no small amount of murky white semen and lewd bodily fluids stuck to them. Meanwhile, that person was now lying curled up amidst the mess, his breathing steady as he sank deep into sleep, the little mouth below was still slightly parted and swollen red, seemingly still unable to contain all of the massive volume of semen that the man had just shot inside...
Dominic Vance took a deep breath, his spine going completely rigid.
He had gotten hard again. A familiar, scorching dry heat once again rushed straight down to his lower abdomen.
However, looking at the young man's currently exhausted state, if he were to press him down and fuck him for another round right now. He felt that he would truly be acting too much like a beast, he was afraid that this person would not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Ultimately, after a period of mental struggle, Dominic Vance had to compromise, he bent down, firmly scooped Lucien up into his arms, and walked straight toward his own room.
He did not know where the servants in the house had all wandered off to, but the entire massive villa had suddenly become unusually quiet, without a single shadow of a person in sight. Dominic Vance carefully carried Lucien into the bathroom, gently placing him into the bathtub inside his own room. He carefully ran the warm water at a moderate temperature so as not to startle the young man, then reached out to grab the phone resting on the shelf, texting the house butler and coldly ordering him to immediately send someone to clean Lucien's room thoroughly and replace all the bedsheets with new ones.
After that, he also slipped into the bathtub.