Chapter 1: The Secret Billionaire

Magnus Jordan Montenegro's POV

I was very anxious to hear her soft voice for the first time. I fingered my cell phone, looked at it closely for a few seconds, moved around the sofa, and walked slowly towards the office bar. I poured an aged wine while looking at the hole of the bottle, swirled the wine in the glass, and drank the refreshing liquid into my ever-quenching thirst. I slowly walked towards the windowpane, I thought about women...”I hate women! Great! Hell!" I shouted with rage in my heart while simultaneously throwing the wine glass at the wall. My hatred became excruciating inside of me, it will explode, “Ahhhhh... I want every woman to feel the pain…to feel love…to feel my revenge!!”

I compose myself and call my Personal Assistant, Andrew, “Call Hendrix Montes and schedule him at The Aquarium, got it? Tell him to bring the important equipments with him, okay?”

“Yes Boss Magnus, anything else?”

“Anding, Anding, you forget your job? What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning Sir Magnus?”

“So?”

“It’s time for your medicine and fruit smoothies.”

“Okay, then, quick, go…go..now!”

“Yes Boss Magnus.” Andrew left and went directly to the kitchen. Andrew Mijares grew up with me since my childhood years at the Farm of my father. We developed our relationship through the years when I was on the primary level wherein, our personal feelings were known to us without any qualms at all. He was loyal to my parents and to me as the only child of a wealthy businessman and politician in our place. We have everything to dream about, from the start, even as a youngster. Me, I developed maturity at an early age than Andrew. But, Andrew knew my appetite for sex, was very different from his perspective.

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My name is Magnus Jordan Montenegro. They say I'm handsome, with a good body build and I'm still a lover boy, but is there still a woman who will love me? But, it is said that love comes spontaneously even if you block it with a thousand hells!

As for women, they are also looking for their partners in life, whom they should love. But most of the time, they do fall in love with the man but there seems to be something missing or not yet satisfied; in love, or lack of time. But the worst is the man who is not a "provider" or is lazy with no money in the bank yet. But, I am a secret Billionaire, I have everything and I have secret insatiable desires!

Me, I don't like to spend my wealth but I want to work according to my whims to satisfy my desires. My job in the government under the Law Enforcement Division as PDEA Agent. Within the walls of the Law Enforcement Office, secrets are growing every day, defining what inside of every person desires to survive in the modern world, and with their jobs as Agents.

My friend Michael Carpio knew that I will develop my closeness to him, even in the office. My eyes were fixed on what was going on behind the glass panes in the office above me. He had an inkling of what the department heads were talking about. It wasn't over yet, still urging me to meet Michael. I would have to go back there to this place he refused to even think about. To forget him, I did everything, everything that was humanly possible.

I saw how Michael Carpio shook his head, knowing that it would be just as difficult, if not more difficult, to agree to a plan like this. Michael feared for me. Michael suspected something, even if he didn't say it, at least hadn't said it until now.

I was careful, careful to hide the punctures. And yet, one look would have been enough, a tiny carelessness, a moment of passion that didn't distract the other well enough, didn't give me the impression that Michael was trying so desperately to convey his desire.

I wished it were otherwise. Wish I was stronger, I could say 'no' to Michael. But even at that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that I would always come back to him, that a wink was enough a look, and I was lost. Obeyed everything the man asked of me. Not because I knew that Michael desired me, but because I myself desired him more than I could put into words. Because I wanted to feel it inside me, again and again. Rough, hard, and unyielding. Because having sex with Michael was the only thing that made me feel alive. Because even the pain when Michael entered me when he took me roughly bent over a table, was better than the emptiness in which I moved during the endless hours of the day. I was weak from Michael letting go was impossible. It was his, had become his property, the plaything of the man whose every move made him feel guilty. He silently accused me of being responsible for betraying his wife. Michael punished me and without this punishment, I could no longer exist, he no longer wanted to live.

I searched Michael's eyes. And I knew it would happen again. Saw the desire that merged with his and that knew only one release. I belonged to Michael, forever, as long as we lived.

"You're cocky Michael, admit it!"

“That's not me.” Michael playfully tried to punish me with a slap, but he skillfully ducked under his hands.

"Oh yes you are." I insisted on his opinion.

"What was the first thing you said to me the night we met?"

"How am I supposed to know that? I am a busy man."

"There... again."

I pointed my finger at the man accusingly. "You feel you don't need to remember, Bullshit!"

Michael snorted. "Can you stop making up nonsense like that, just for once, while we have a chance to be private?" I cocked my head, pretending to think.

"So you're not too old to remember for that?"

"I'm about to show you what's old."

Michael grinned, threw off the blanket that was hiding his legs, and lunged for the handsome dark-haired, pushed my back with his upper body, and finally threw me roughly on his back.

"Ouch... you bull-dog."

"Don't pretend you don't like that."

The rascal flashed in the younger man's eyes. "Would you believe me?"

"Absolutely no way."

Slowly, with relish, Michael stretched out on my abdomen, careful to make contact with every inch of the tanned skin stretching and taut beneath him.

I moaned as Michael pressed both of our pelvises together, his body rubbing against mine. "Oh God, Michael," I gasped desperately. "You're killing me."

"Just a little death," Michael breathed in my ear before beginning to suck on my earlobe.

"I know what you want and I know what you need... And now tell yourself: Is that pride or truth?"

"Ah!" a high-pitched scream as long, slender fingers began kneading my chest as Michael's pelvis began to move rhythmically, pumping evenly against my body beneath him.

"Oh God... no arrogance... no arrogance... Michael!"

"Then you want it... say it..."

"I want you Michael, give it to me, give me your cock."

Lips that devoured me, spicy musk that enveloped me. the sound of a packet of condoms ripping open. "Patience, Magnus, patience."

His voice was hoarse, filled with passion. The mighty shaft, throbbing, vibrating at its entrance.

Fingers wandering over my stomach, brushing my hair, clasping my trembling penis, massaging it, letting it grow until I screamed, until the head jerked wildly, uncontrollably on the pillows, no more able to stop the impending explosion.

And then, those same fingers lubricating, stretching, opening, penetrating the throbbing muscle, seeking and finding the prostate.

"Oh God!" I really screamed. Wanted more, couldn't take it, couldn't wait anymore.

But Michael knew nothing of mercy, knew no mercy.

Relentlessly, I felt the magic point deep within me, rubbing it again and again, inserting a second finger, a third, stretching and expanding.

His fingers explored the walls of my opening, rubbing, and pinching until I begged for mercy.

"Michael, give it to me... now!"

And then the tip of the hard shaft entered me, sucked in, grasped, and absorbed.

I reared up against him. More. deeper. Harder. "Oh God... Michael."

The one called upon pushed violently, and drilled his hard penis into the soft, receiving cavity, further, deeper, he filled my opening with his size.

"Aaaah."

"Oh god... more."

I sighed as the glowing shaft pulled away from me, and groaned as it sank into me again.

Michael gasped, moving inside of me, starting a rhythm, going deeper with each thrust, pounding, getting stronger, getting harder, demanding, possessive, and greedy.

I felt Michael's penis swell, loving to feel it grow in size. And then Michael changed his angle, grazing my prostate with each penetration until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Come for me, Magnus," he whispered hoarsely, eyes flashing, mesmerizing me. And I obeyed, came in a never-ending flood that poured between our bodies. His muscles twitched, vibrated, and stimulated until Michael with a scream sank deep inside of me and exploded there.

"Damn it, Michael," I gasped. "If anyone has the right to pride, it's you."

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