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He glanced down. Kneeling before him, Hans looked mesmerizing with his mouth stretched around his cock, yet Gustavo failed to feel invested. His erection filled and deflated as thoughts jumped from Hans to Loco and back.
Flexing his jaw, Hans pulled off and leveled him with a confused gaze. His high cheekbones and square chin had fascinated Gustavo from their first meeting. Every line in this young body was a piece of art, combined in a flawless masterpiece—David by Michelangelo in the flesh. Even his curly, straw hair had never been out of place as if made of marble.
Ever since Gustavo laid his eyes on him, he knew he had to possess him.
“Is something wrong?” Hans asked; his honeyed baritone had a Swedish accent Gustavo had always adored.
Spoiled, rotten, utterly corrupt with his over-boosted ego, Hans had played hard to get for months, making Gustavo more and more invested. But eventually, even he submitted.They always do.
Brushing wetness off Hans’ full lips with the back of his index finger, Gustavo asked, “If you were to kill a person and take his heart as a trophy, what would you do with it?”
“Are you for real?” Hans hissed, electric-blue eyes flashing anger. “You think about this kind of sick shit while I’m sucking you off?”
Gustavo managed a wry smile. His thoughts trailed back to the gaping hole in the chest of the young man. “I just can’t throw something out of my head...”
“What the fuck?” Insult twisted Hans’ features. His upper lip twitched as he spat words out, “You are sick, and I’m leaving.”
He darted to his feet, and Gustavo cocked his head, staring at his round ass. When Hans bent to gather a pile of clothes from the blue and golden, antique Savonnerie2carpet, Gustavo’s gaze lingered at his heavy balls hanging low between his sun-kissed thighs.
“Like hell you are.” He chuckled, slipped off the bed, and grasped Hans from behind. His wet length, brushing over the warm buttocks, filled with blood.
“Go and fuck yourself, old man!” Hans tried to wrench out of the grip, but his attempts weakened as soon as Gustavo’s tongue circled his earlobe.
“Why would I do that if I have you?” Gustavo murmured. His lips skidded down Hans’ spine as he lowered on his knees and pressed his mouth to the tanned ass.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Hans dropped the clothes to the floor. His head fell back, and a soft breath escaped his throat as Gustavo pushed his tongue into his body.
* * *
The night spreadits wings above Seth’s head. The crescent of the moon hovered on the horizon, not in a hurry to climb the sky. Still, Seth saw every shadow, every leaf disturbed by the light wind, as here, twelve miles away from Vienna, the stars shone brightly.
In the night, stalking Gustavo’s men proved to be easier than he’d imagined. Either Gustavo’s people felt comfortable and relaxed as they watched his house or his matte, black Mustang with the headlights off blended with night seamlessly. Either way, after two nights of trailing Gustavo’s men, his efforts paid off, and one of the cars brought him to this secluded location.
Surrounded by the forest and tall wall from three sides, the mansion’s vicinity ran into the Danube River from the fourth and had a small pier with a few sport boats docked to it. On the other side of the mansion, the iron gates stood closed.
Keeping in the shadows of the forest, Seth stalked around the walls. Occasionally, the dogs’ barking reached his ears, low and aggressive, informing him that his presence didn’t escape their attention. He hoped that the countless cameras directed into the forest didn’t have the infrared vision or his game would end sooner than planned.
Seth’s insides buzzed with anticipation. Heknewhe was getting closer. Perhaps, somewhere behind those walls, Justin’s body lay in a freezer. The thought pumped impatience in his veins.
From the outside of the tall, white-stone walls overgrown with moss and bindweed, he couldn't glimpse anything inside. Empty-handed, he stalked back to his car. He opened the trunk and retrieved a quadcopter and its controller. After placing the drone on the roof of his car, he connected the remote to his phone and activated the device.
A light wind stirred his hair and threw it over his eyes when he raised the drone in the air. In the dead of night, the tiny, almost soundless device whirled up and disappeared from view. The screen on his phone came to life and revealed a black and white panorama of the sleeping forest. It took Seth a minute to get used to the controller and drive the drone toward the mansion. The glowing glares of a dozen dogs followed the drone when Seth guided it lower to take a better look at the armed people and the automatic guns hanging on their shoulders.
To avoid being caught, Seth raised the quadcopter higher to take as much of the perimeter as he could into the focus before he guided the drone toward the windows. Kitchen, living room, storage room, an empty bedroom, a library—everything stood abandoned.
Where’s everyone?Seth tsked, watching the indicator of the battery countdown minutes. Inexorably, time ticked by, and he still had no idea if this place belonged to Gustavo at all. With the indicator showing twenty percent left, he forced the device to turn when the lit-up windows of the mural tower fell into the view.
The camera flashed white, refocused, and automatically switched from the night vision to the electric light mode. On the screen, the familiar form of the man sat on the bed, legs wide spread. Despite the tiny image on the screen and the drone hovering at least forty feet away from the round room, Seth instantly recognized Gustavo’s chiseled profile. A young man knelt between his thighs. His blond head bobbed up and down as his mouth stretched around Gustavo’s cock.
“Bingo.” Seth grinned and drove the drone away from the window. With a low buzz, the device reached the car and tumbled on the grass nearby, powerless.
Parting from the car, he bent forward and scooped the device. The one-sided surveillance ended. Now, he had a trump card up his sleeve; he just had to figure out how to use it best. Throwing the drone on the backseat through the window, he climbed into the car, and without turning on the headlights, he drove away.
* * *
Seth hadn’t sleptfor more than thirty hours, yet his mind rang with alertness. After showering and taking care of his basic needs, he found himself standing in the thirty square feet refrigerator room in the basement, holding Justin’s heart in his hands.
His thumb rubbed the organ. Heavy, smooth, and calm, it wasn’t in pain anymore, just like Seth had promised. The thought settled his emotions. The anguish of rejection he felt since he’d learned about Justin’s betrayal vanished, and his excruciating love turned into a bitter melancholy.
