"That little sexy brat!" Miguel seductively bit his lips, and before he could stop himself, he gently ran his fingers down his hot, wet cheeks, as a mocking scoff escaped his lungs.
He caught his blurred and faint reflection from the large window, that slanty smirk that was never up to no good swallowing his face.
That incident was so pathetic and absolutely ridiculous, it still made him wonder?, how could someone humiliate him twice in one night on one spot and no matter how hard he tried to get himself to feel the disrespect, it only made his body twitch in excitement, Miguel let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head subtly in disbelief.
"Those tiny, manicured fingers were brutal jaw resetters", he admitted, letting out a tired groan as he rolled over to his back, eyes fixated on the beautiful obsidian ceiling of the room, freshly reliving the embarrassment.
He wasn't going to pretend he wasn't shocked, and what happened that night hadn't taught him quite a lesson:not every person wants a taste of your cock!..... 'This was going to traumatise him for a long time', but he preferred to be bothered by things like this, rather than some useless, unskilled assassins, who couldn't even get a clean shot close by.
Miguel's fingers found their way up to his mouth as he chewed and spat them off briefly, before returning to his thoughts. One thing was certain: his boys and crews in the next few decades would never forget what happened in their presence that night; it would be the "you remember that time when..." moments.
Although they had offered to track the boy down, maybe bring him to Miguel, or eliminate him, anything Miguel snaps his fingers to, but strangely Miguel thinks it's absurd to do that and also absurd for thinking his normalcy was kinda absurd!.
"Just let the boy be, society needs him to slap down rude asses", he had joked to one of his cartel, which earned him conservative side eyes from them, but who cares?
Everything at this point is absurd, his sudden soft spot for a total stranger, "maybe that slap was a love spell", Miguel wondered.
He always heard whispers of that night amongst his boys, it was inevitable news, 'of course they haven't seen a grown man get his face ketchupped in public, have they?'
One of the words that stood out was when they said he was becoming weak, which amazed him the most.
Yes, he doesn't want them to track the boy down, because they would probably harm him in the process. That boy definitely does not look like one who would genuinely follow them because they asked nicely, but that doesn't mean their paths would never cross again.
Miguel knew he was too busy for now to be distracted by sex appeals, but when all that he had on his table was cleared up,
"I am going to find that rotten mouth and make him mine" , Miguel swore with all seriousness, unless the boy lived under the earth's crust.
"I'll make sure the only time he's savage again with me is when I fill that little waist and damn mouth with a lot of milk" that drew another smirk out his lips as his eyes swiped down to his limped mouse to check if the little rod was in support of his late night fantasies, but Miguel was already far too late for the function.
Little mouse has already gone into full domain expansion, harder, bigger, with all the possible channels of veins visibly trying to pop out the skin, it stood gallant and readier to indulge than it was earlier.
"Guess Mr Brat did the magic", Miguel sucked his teeth, He felt that surge of electric-like force feeling that ran through his nervous system, like he was going to explode.
"Finally, a face to goon to", he chuckled darkly, already twisting to the side, reaching for the tube by the side desk.
That was when he heard it, a clean, precise, calculated and habitual two deliberate soft knocks on the door.
Miguel froze in his awkward position, annoyance creeping right under his skin, who in the hell has the impetus to disrupt what he took hours of sweat and hard thinking to build !!!.
"It better be good " he muttered coldly, his face quickly switching to what he servants know him for: "always mean, and strict!", and the same time, praying that God saves whosoever it was behind that door, this interruption better be worth it he said to himself as he care-freely slid into his gold embellished robe lazily knotting around his waist as he headed to the door, his heavy third leg swinging freely against the fabric as he walked.
The door creaked open, and the servant quickly lowered their head to the intimidating chill-worthy presence that looked before them, but then they raised their head up slightly again, because the view from this downside was more implicating. 'tempting under golden robes'
But that didn't make the servant uneasy; they were probably used to it, as it is the norm here. Miguel, on the other hand, looked so disturbingly nonchalant with it; he undoubtedly liked flaunting what God had gifted him.
The silence was getting to a point, and that too was another bad idea, the servant swallowed nervously and then, a stammer, reluctance with a bit of hesitation.....
"Are we just going to stand here and steal quick glances at my dick?!!" Miguel's jaws flexed harder, face twitching tighter with irritation.
That caught the servant off guard, shaking their head vigorously in denial, and knowing better not to waste anymore time they finally delivered the message.
"Sire—sir Navarro has found the boys", the servant delivered, fully aware of the weight the message carried.
They bowed immediately and quickly paced off until they were clearly out of sight.
Then came the sensation, Miguel suddenly went cold, "Antarctic coldness" Everything in him disappeared, including his hardness and any pleasurable feeling.
What replaced it was this crazy hotness, his entire body felt, from his stomach up to his heart, to his vibrating joints that made the liquid inside him boil with thunder.
It felt like he was now a standing furnace of a volcanic molten, his jaws locked dangerously alongside his fist, so hard that he might crack or tear from the tension, his eyes were already void of emotion, the typical ruthless, bloodthirsty Miguel had gradually slipped its way back 'Activated'
"Those motherfuckers..."
To be continued.....