I had only seen him once before in a picture that Mina had shared with me. The monster-size being was none other than the owner of the painting I was to retrieve, and the owner of the manor: Lord Harkford Mason Hyde.
He didn’t see me. In fact, none of the men inside the room saw me. Maybe this was a good thing since…
Lord Hyde reached over the sofa and groped the erection between the blond’s legs and started to slowly…slowly…slowly slide its excess skin up and down. In doing so, he brought his mouth to the blond’s splay of visible neck, licked its vibrating cords. Between licks of the tender area, Lord Hyde whispered to the man, directing the blond, “Come for me…All over yourself…Do it.”
“No. I won’t,” the blond huffed and puffed. He jutted his hips upwards as sweat formed on his chest.
