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Fernando trailed her silently, keeping a careful distance between his Range Rover and the bus she rode.
When the bus pulled to a stop, she jumped off and walked quickly down the street. He followed from afar in his car, never letting her slip from his sight.
She went straight into a café.
Fernando parked a short distance away and got out, but instead of entering the café, he crossed toward the bakery opposite it. A few tables and chairs were set along the pavement. He chose one that directly faced the café, the road stretching between them.
He ordered a coffee, the waitress giving him an appreciative look but his focus never left the glass-fronted café across the street.
His heart stuttered when he spotted her through the large windows.
She was dressed in a waitress uniform, moving between tables, taking orders.
Heat surged through him as he took in her outfit so damn tempting.
Then his hands curled into fists when he noticed the male customers watching her like starving animals.
They were devouring her with their eyes.
The same way he was.
But the difference was simple.
She was his.
And he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her.
The waitress set his coffee down, bending far too much so her cleavage was on full display but the dangerous-looking man before her didn’t spare her a glance.
His gaze was locked on the café.
Once she left, Fernando wrapped his fingers around the warm mug.
Every time Ana walked past a table, men followed her with their eyes, and it took everything in him not to storm over there and rip their heads off.
First things first.
He would deal with his little mate.
He finished his coffee and waited.
Four long hours passed.
Ana worked nonstop, completely unaware moving like a diligent, devoted employee.
After that, he returned to his car and waited another three hours.
Every nerve in his body screamed at him to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and take her home.
But he held back.
When his patience finally snapped, he drove to her apartment.
Parking in a hidden spot some distance away, he walked toward the building.
He’d planned on speaking to her grandfather but the locked door told him the old man wasn’t home.
He could’ve smashed the lock with one punch.
But that would only create trouble for her.
Instead, he headed to the back of the building.
Climbing the rusted stairs, he reached her window and gave the lock a sharp jerk. It popped open easily no broken glass, no noise.
Inside, darkness swallowed him whole.
But his glowing eyes adjusted instantly.
The small kitchen came into view first.
Then the cramped living space.
The apartment was tiny so small it made his chest tighten.
Claustrophobic.
He moved toward the door on the left.
Her scent flooded him.
This was her room.
A worn double bed sat in the center. A study table in the corner. One large window with a small seating area beneath it. A cupboard. And another door leading to the bathroom.
That was it.
That was her entire home.
Too small.
How the hell did two people live here?
His breath sharpened as realization hit.
There was only her scent.
No one else lived here.
She was alone.
What the fuck?
A sudden thrill buzzed through his body when he felt her presence before she even entered.
Slipping into the shadows, he settled into the corner near her study table, sitting casually with one ankle resting over the other.
The front door creaked open.
She fumbled with the lock and stepped inside.
The first thing she did was shrug off her hoodie.
She didn’t turn on the lights.
Instead, she unwound the cloth wrapped tightly around her chest.
It dropped to the floor beside the hoodie.
His throat bobbed as he stared at her full breasts straining against her bra.
His eyes burned like a starving wolf’s, devouring every inch of her in the darkness.
She walked toward the bathroom and switched on the light.
His breath caught.
Her ass full, round, perfect swayed with each step.
And she didn’t even close the damn door.
Blood rushed south instantly, his pants tightening painfully.
She filled the bathtub, completely unaware of him.
So innocent.
So oblivious.
His jaw clenched as she unclasped her bra and let it fall near her feet.
Then she bent forward.
Her back arched.
Slowly, sensually, she slid her panties down her legs.
Fuck.
That ass.
So plump.
So tempting.
Mercy.
She eased herself into the tub.
His gaze locked on her breasts, half visible above the water wet, glistening, irresistibly tempting.
Then she stretched her long legs out of the tub, resting them on the edge.
Teasing him without knowing it.
His dick twitched violently.
He was already leaking.
His mouth watered.
The urge to pull himself out and jerk off was intense
But why do that…
When he could be buried deep inside her instead?
His eyes traced her relaxed face.
Those soft, full lips.
Those big blue eyes.
The thick black lashes.
Her tiny nose.
The faint blush on her cheeks.
He would fuck her until she forgot her own name.
He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his painful hardness
His elbow struck the lamp.
Crash.
It shattered across the floor.
A soft gasp filled the room.
Ana spun around, her blue eyes wide with horror.
Staring straight at him.
“My doll,” he rasped, his deep voice vibrating through the room.