Omega Secret
Win was already perfect in his eyes, but now he had to have him as soon as possible.
"Say it again," he commanded.
"I want you to fuck me, sir," Win said, his voice filled with despair. "Fuck me, please."
"Fuck yes, I will fuck you soon, I promise."
Alex looked at Mike, who nodded and left with Type.
Alex grabbed Win hand and went to the exit. He had never wanted to leave the club so fast.
When they were on the streets, Alex saw Mike and Type already waiting for him in his car. A black Audi with tainted windows