Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406: AMG ONE

The infotainment screen had been ripped out and replaced with a HUD rigged for telemetry, GPS overlays, and live diagnostics — because Eros wasn’t a man who listened to Spotify in his cars. He measured them.

He pushed them.

He broke them.

Eros slid in, and for a moment the world outside ceased. The bolstered seat wrapped him like armor, the air smelled of ozone and fresh leather, and his reflection ghosted across the dash. He tapped the wheel, reading every control instinctively — brake-by-wire, hybrid deployment modes, track settings.

Every system spoke to him in a language only he was fluent in.

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

Amanda leaned into the open doorframe, eyes dark. "It’s yours now. Every mile, every scream of the engine, every jealous look from the world outside. This is more than a car, Eros. This is... your declaration."

And for Eros — who knew every car, every engine, every secret under a hood — this was not knowledge. This was revelation.

The gullwing hissed shut and the cockpit sealed, cutting off the dealership chatter. Eros pressed the key fob.

The AMG One roared awake.

The engine didn’t start. It detonated.

The dealership shook.

It wasn’t just sound — it was a vibration in his chest cavity, a symphony of mechanical rage tuned in Formula 1 hellfire. The hybrid systems hummed first, a quiet electronic prologue, and then the V6 detonated like a storm splitting the earth.

The whole building shivered, glass trembling in its frames.

Eros wrapped his hands on the steering wheel, thumbs brushing the toggles. Gods. Even idle, the beast told him everything. The turbo’s faint whine like a predator sucking air through its teeth. The hiss of active aero testing itself. The slight torque feedback rippling through the pedals like the pulse of something alive.

He feathered the throttle once.

The revs screamed, climbed, plateaued, then snapped down with a mechanical snarl so intoxicating he almost laughed. Power. The kind that didn’t just promise speed — it promised domination.

He knew every spec, every secret, but knowledge was different from this: the feeling. Sitting in a two-point-seven-million-dollar monster, still a teenager, knowing it was his. His own beast.

And his women had dared to turn the tables on him. He’d come here plotting to spoil them with toys and horsepower, only to find they had betrayed him beautifully. Traitorous beauties. Oh, gods, he loved them for it.

The passenger door clicked open. Amanda slid in, a whisper of perfume and red silk against black Alcantara. She opened her mouth — but he didn’t let her speak. He leaned across the console and crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss reckless, claiming, filled with the very vibration of the revs shaking the car.

The manager coughed delicately and turned away, pretending to study a clipboard. Behind the showroom glass, the rest of his women watched like queens witnessing their prince crowned.

"When?" Eros demanded against Amanda’s lips, breaking only to breathe. His voice came low, sharp with awe. "When did this happen?"

Amanda’s laugh was soft and wicked, her eyes gleaming in the glow of the dash. "It was Madison. Before we came back from Miami, she used her father’s strings to have it ordered, customized. Charlotte handled the speed and process. The rest?" She waved a hand, graceful, dismissive. "They contributed where they could. But the price?" She smirked, shaking her head. "That’s not for you to know." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Eros exhaled, every inch of him vibrating with the need to unleash the car, to let the beast scream past 10,000 RPMs, to tear the streets apart. But he forced himself still, gripping the wheel until his knuckles whitened. Control. Patience. His pulse thundered anyway.

He opened the door, stepped out into the lights, and turned to face them all. "Thank you," he said simply, voice steadier than his racing blood. His eyes found Charlotte, lingered — gratitude flashing like lightning between them.

The Mercedes star glowed faintly at the center, while on the back, his own emblem —EROS V.D. — had been etched in silver.

The AMG One was photographed under soft white light, the EROS V.D. plate gleaming like a crown jewel. The custom spec sheet was handed over in a leather folio, every line confirming what Eros already knew — titanium-grey finish, EROS V.D.-stitched Alcantara interior, tuned suspension, telemetry HUD, aero package.

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