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Fernando’s POV I sat in my chair, watching Michael with an amused smirk as he sat on the floor, his posture filled with anger and humiliation. His wide eyes darted toward my body, flickering with something he tried to suppress—shock, maybe even fear. His eyes stayed on my massive cock and I could tell he was already imagining how I was going to use it to destroy his insides. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly. I could tell he was trying hard not to react, but I saw everything. Every twitch of his fingers, every subtle swallow, every little glance he thought I wouldn’t notice. Michael had been putting up a fight all night, but we both knew how this was going to end. “You look stunned, Michael,” I said, my voice slow, teasing. I slowly began to stroke my cock as I tilted my head slightly, resting my forearm lazily on the armrest of my chair. “Not the first time someone’s reacted like that. I get that a lot.” Michael’s jaw clenched, and he quickly looked away, shaking

Fernando’s POVI woke up to the lingering scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating. The room was silent except for my own breathing, steady but filled with the events of last night. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains, my mind drifted back to the moment before we were so rudely interrupted.Michael.I clenched my jaw, suppressing the flicker of frustration that stirred within me. Last night had been… interesting, to say the least. The way his body had tensed beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched when I got too close—he was too aware of me, and I of him. It was foolish, even dangerous. A man in my position couldn’t afford such distractions.I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up from the bed.Michael had handled himself well, though. I smirked slightly at the memory of how effortlessly he had swallowed my cum. Smart. Dangerous. Exactly the kind of man I kept close—but never too close.I shook my head. No.This was absurd. A m

Fernando’s POVThe street was quiet at this hour, except for the occasional passing car and the distant bark of a stray dog. I sat in the backseat of my black Mercedes, parked strategically across from Michael’s house. The tinted windows ensured no one could see inside, but I could see everything. Every flicker of light behind his windows, every shadow that passed, every subtle movement.I shouldn’t be here.I had better things to do—important things. I had an empire to run, enemies to keep in line, money to move, and bodies to dispose of. And yet, I found myself sitting in this car, staring at the front door of a man who was, in the grand scheme of things, utterly insignificant.Michael Carter.A subordinate. A pawn. A man who was nothing more than a tool in satisfying my boredom.And yet, I kept coming back to him."You do realize how ridiculous this is, right?"Marlo’s voice cut through the silence, laced with equal parts of irritation and caution. He was sitting beside me in t

Fernando’s POVMichael looked at me like I had shattered his entire world. His wide eyes, the sharp hitch of his breath, the way his body stiffened—all of it sent a thrill down my spine. Beautiful. The disbelief painted across his face, the sheer helplessness in his gaze, made my blood run hot.It was a rare sight, watching someone as careful as Michael unravel, and I drank in every second of it.Slowly, I let my lips curve into a smirk, my amusement barely concealed."Mind if I join you?" I had said, fully aware of the chaos my presence had just introduced.Michael still hadn’t answered. His throat bobbed slightly, his lips parting, but no words came. His silence only made me want to tease him more.The man sitting across from him, the one Michael had come to meet, looked between us with mild curiosity. "A friend of yours?" I heard him ask.He was good-looking, I supposed, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door way—charming, but utterly unremarkable.I wanted to laugh at the sheer audacit

Fernando’s POVI followed Michael toward the restroom, watching the tension in his shoulders, the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides like he was barely holding himself together.It excited me.I had always liked seeing him like this—angry, frustrated, barely keeping control. He was trying so hard to act like he had the upper hand, like he wasn’t affected, but I could feel the energy radiating off him.And I loved it.I leaned in slightly, just enough to see the way his jaw tightened as we reached the restroom door. He pushed it open, but just as we were about to step inside, some random man moved toward the entrance, clearly intending to go in as well.Michael turned to him, forcing a polite smile.“Hey,” he said, his voice calm despite the storm I knew was building inside him. “Would you mind giving us a minute? We need to have a private conversation.”The man raised an eyebrow, his face immediately twisting in irritation. “A private conversation? In the restroom?”