Honestly, I haven't edited this story. I wrote this years ago and it's just been sitting in my folder. So I decided to post the draft. Please ignore the mistakes. 

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I hated being alone but what I hated more was being around people. Tilting my head from side to side, I popped the stress out of my neck. The 30-year-old whiskey in my tumbler set a smooth trail down my throat. To call the Spanish style Malibu mansion a whore house was more than highly disrespectful but at the end of the day, that's exactly what it was. Filled with high end escorts and high class men. Judges, politicians, actors and tycoons.

They didn't know who I was.

Even with so many people around, I felt lonelier than I did in my empty house. I stared at the women, serving the men drinks, giggling at nonsense jokes. It was sad to reflect on what my life has come to. Well, my life wasn't much of a joyous one to begin with any ways. I was born into a cartel mafia family. A family that ruled Mexico at one time. They controlled the politicians, the streets and the people. My grandfather called it the golden times.

Now I lived in L.A. like a ghost. Nobody knew my name apart from my 5 lieutenants who were the faces of different underground businesses. So, it couldn't be connected back to me or my Uncle. Hence, nobody knew me here. This was the first time I entered Miss Caroline's premises. An acquaintance of mine provided me with the address and the code to this Mansion.

A high end escort service.

Loosening my tie, I stood. A familiar feeling churned his stomach.

Loneliness.

I tried everything to get rid of that slow burning, hollowed emotion. Parade of women,

bottles of alcohol, drugs and pills but nothing managed to ebb the empty feeling. But all of that stopped 10 years ago when my uncle grabbed me by my shirt collar and shoved me up against the wall.

"We're doing this for our family. For all your brothers, your mother, aunts and uncles."

"I wish I was with them." I vaguely remembered slurring. If it wasn't for my uncle's reply, I would have thought that it was a figment of my imagination.

"Not even for your baby sister?" I remembered that remark clearly as if it was said yesterday. "Who will avenge her?"

I froze then. My haze suddenly cleared away as the wave of guilt assailed me. I loved her more than life itself. It was her 9th birthday when my Uncle received a call from a friend who wanted to warn us about a threat. We went there to meet him and then we got the call. We raced home to find the house burning with police, firemen and ambulances surrounding it.

All of our family was burned down with the house.

Me and my uncle died that day too. A different type of death. Not a physical death but an emotional one. One that's much more torturous that ate us alive. Alberto Catalan lived to avenge his wife and daughter. The man who Alberto had become, was not the man baby Lucia would giggle and hug any more.

To me, she'd always be a baby.

My carefree, loving, always smiling baby sister. I moved to Miami after my first couple of kills in Mexico. I stayed with my uncle to learned the ropes from him as everyone knew Alberto and Sofia had no intention of passing the business over to Lucia. Therefore, Alberto was training me.

They all wanted to protect Lucia.

When I moved, I stayed with my Uncle and Aunt and Lucia was over the moon. Some days, I'd slice a shot caller's throat one afternoon, to accumulate man power and then go to Lucia's Elementary school to pick her up.

I died a little every time I thought of her running to me after she got out of school. An innocent smile always on her face.

My chest ached.

I found himself standing in front of the infinity pool, looking over the Pacific Ocean. A couple of stars twinkled far ahead against the black sky. The sounds from the open plan living room behind didn't distract me any more than it excited me.

I liked the darkness. The darkness behind the three story mansion engulfed my shadows. I was getting too old for this crap any ways. Or maybe felt twice my age. I rubbed my forehead with the tip of my fingers. Rough skin and wrinkles moved under the pads of them. My dark grey suit fit the length and width perfectly.

I walked through the garden until I came across the back entrance of the Mansion. It was filled with intricate stone work stairs, pillars and decorations. I remembered seeing them in Mexico. It's been nearly 14 years I'd crossed the border but I still had ties with the business there due to Alberto.

They supplied the drugs to me and my team in L.A distributed. Not to mention prostitution rings, hit man network, nightclubs and construction jobs. We had a lot of money but they were all business.

I turned the corner to find the open foyer with the beige spiral stairs. Golden lights mounted on the walls protected by zigzag semitransparent glass. It gave the walls an elegant glow with jagged slices of lights against the exposed brick wall.

Annoyed, I stepped inside to leave through the front gate when suddenly, high heels clicked against the grey stone tiles stealing my attention, halting me in place. I waited for the woman to pass.

Tall slender legs appeared from behind the wall. The lighting made her legs look like molten caramel. The navy silk dress slid behind as she stepped forward revealing her silky thighs. Her long hair waved around her perfectly semi moon ass. My gazed caressed up her hips to her luscious chest that were barely hidden by the scrap of clothing hanging of her creamy shoulders.

My lower region tightened. It's been a while since someone evoked an arousal like that from me. Actually, no one had ever been able to evoke the fire I left inside. It was new. It made me feel alive for the first time since my family's death. My eyes finally met her hazel ones.

I gulped. My eyes were like molten honey and greenish eyes. Her bright big pink lips made me harder. Suddenly, I was imagining those lips around my shaft, those eyes staring up at him with lust. I tipped my head back ever so slightly, feeling that pleasure surging through my groin. Exhaling, my vision blurred with lust. I stared at her, like an hungry animal, as unknown emotions surging through my spine.

I shamelessly ogled her as she stared back. A challenge held her gaze. There was a glint in her eyes at first. I saw her unprotected nipples peeking through the thin materials. My eyes snapped to hers, to find her lips part, chest jumped up and down in rapid motion.

She was turned on by what she saw.

I clenched my fists. She was fucking beautiful.

I was in awe. I couldn't move an inch and by the looks of it, she couldn't either. Everything in my body was calling out for her. I wanted to take her in my arm, shove myself inside her and never let go. I imagined what it would be like to feel her naked skin against me.

I never had any trouble getting women. When I was younger, especially after my family's death, I remember the orgies I used to attended at an escort house similar to this in Miami. Until my uncle was nearly killed and I woke the fuck up from my alcoholic stupor. Since then, I've only slept with professional women. Fuck them and leave them.

But her. I don't think if I lost my memories, I'd ever forget how breathtaking she looked under the golden lights.

Her inner thigh was still showing and I imagined himself licking my way up that rout to her pleasure spot. Breathing out, I tried to control myself. I'd never felt such temptation before, such hypnotizing lust. It shocked me that such feeling even existed. I didn't know her name, I had never seen her before but I knew one thing for sure, I'd be inside her tonight.

She moved first and I followed. She was a siren and I was the sorry ass pirate who got lured away by the siren song. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. I wanted lick every inch of her skin. Gracefully, she glided up the stairs, her ass in front of my face dipped side to side as she moved.

My hands itched to cup them. Her long hair swayed side to side against the curve. My heart raced inside my chest. Once we reached the top of the stairs I followed her down the little burnt yellow hallway until she reached a wide wooden door with brass decorations on it. Opening the door slightly, she paused.

She flipped her hair, the dark chestnut waterfall slapped my chest and face in the process. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. The burning attraction I had towards her were lit with fire in multiple colours. She was the dream of every man and envy of every woman.

I wanted to make her mine.

"You can't just come in here with me. There are rules." The cheeky smile on the vixen's face revealed that she didn't care about the rules right now. Her hands were behind her waist, back against the door. Those nipples straining against the thin material of her dress. I couldn't control my actions anymore. My hands found themselves graze up her body, cupping those heavy mounds.

"Ah!" She moaned. Her sweet voice was like music to my ears. I pulled them out from the top, my hand squeezed them, thumb swiped over the little nubs that had her squeezing her legs. She was tall. In heals, she came up to my nose. Bending down, I ascended my hot mouth onto her breasts. Taking one of the areolas into my mouth, I used my tongue to set fire to her erect pebbles.

She was squirming under my hold.

I folded the other one with my thumb. She was absolutely wonton under my touch. The pressure of my hand increase, she moaned at the roughness.

"I don't care about the rules right now." I left a wet trail up her chest and hovered over her mouth. My fingers were pinching and pulling at her nipples, intensifying the pleasure. The door opened up further, she was letting me in. Picking her up with one arm, I used the other one to close the door behind me but was too intoxicated in her to lock it.

I dropped her on the bed, her legs parted in invitation.

"Are you wearing panties?" She shook her head no. I couldn't help but chuckle as I shed my jacket and laid it on top of the chaise she had at the bottom of her bed. The golden satin sheets glowed under soft lightening. Everything in here was meticulously arranged with elegant colours. All screamed affluence.

She moved forward, undid my belt.

"You want what's there?" She was on her hands and knees, eye level with my dick.

"Yes." She was breathless.

"Go ahead, why don't you use those gorgeous lips of your to spell out your name on my cock." She licked her lips at my dirty words. The fly was open, I pulled out my dick and it hit her face. Her eyes were glued to it but there wasn't any note of surprise that I was used to getting when a woman saw my dick. I'm sure she'd seen many in her line of work and that thought raked jealous acid down my chest. I wasn't a saint either but I just wanted her all to myself.

This possessiveness was a new feeling.

Her mouth descended down on me. My pelvis quivered. She had a fucking tongue ring. My head lolled back from the extra pleasure at the sensitive spot. She dropped down from the bed and was on her knees now. Her pretty pink lips stretched over my cock. She used both of her hands to fist the base and massage me to the tip.

I concentrated on shedding my clothes. My shirt, vest and tie, joined my jacket on the mini sofa. She smiled up at me when she ran her lips down the length of my shaft sideways. Her fucking pink lipstick was still on her. I would have loved for her to leave some of her mark on me but that stuff didn't even move from her lips.

My dick was soaking in her saliva and it was the most beautiful scene I'd ever seen. Her hands slid my boxers and pants down. I stood there completely naked at her mercy while she sucked me off with one of her boobs popping out of her fucking dress.

She opened wide and took me half way down her mouth, the tip of my dick hit her throat.

"Yes!" I moaned, my hands went in her hair. I slowly slid in and out of her mouth, pushing down on her throat each time I entered. She made sloppy gagging noises that turned me on even more. "Is that you spelling your name?" I was getting rougher.

I usually didn't do much when it came to woman. They chased me, had me and then I left but this was different. I knew it. I'd done the chasing this time. I toed my shoes off, she helped me with the socks. Lifting one of my legs on the bed, I dangled my down like an arrow into the throat. She sat back on her legs and I got on my tip toes. Grabbing her face, I pushed past the muscle at the back of her mouth and into her throat.

She gagged loudly around me.

"FUCK!" The vibration sent jolts of electricity all the way to my balls.

I wrenched her hair back, used it to lift her up. One hand in her hair, one cupped her jaw. She had nowhere to go. "Did you spell your name on my dick?" I licked her lips, like an ice cream. I tasted me and her. "Tell me, what it is now." I licked again as I wiped the wet mixture of me and her from her chin.

"Mariana." She whispered. Those pupils were big compared to her light colour of her eyes.

"Such a pretty name." I stuck my thumb into her mouth, felt her teeth on the pad of my thumb and pulled her jaw down. Her pink tongue curled out and I gave it a lingering lick. She clenched her thighs. Our tongues dance outside of our mouth for a while until I shoved her down, captured her lips with mine.

I was seeing stars. Her breath mingled with mine and it felt like my first kiss all over again. Heart pounded in my chest with anticipation. Blood roared in my ears. I wanted her. I needed to be fucking her.

I aisled her mouth with my tongue. Licking feeling everything I could. My hands slid her dress down body, leaving her completely naked minus the heels. Lifting her up, I threw her on the bed. Her tanned skin and the golden sheets made her look like a fucking queen.

Capturing her by the ankles, I pulled her towards me, opened up her thighs allowing me a perfect view of her pretty pink cunt.

"So fresh and pink" I rubbed my hard hands on her sensitive skin, she wiggled. Giving it a hard slap I patted her. "I think I will make this pretty think cum now. Does she want to come?"

"Yes." She raised her hips, offering herself up to me.

"Such an eager little girl." I used my thumb and fore finger to open up her pussy lips to find her soaking wet. "Did you get horny while sucking me off?" I used my middle finger to spread her glistening juices on my fingers and her thighs. Her pussy was completely at display for me and I decided to play with her clit. My thumb pressed down on it, rubbing it in circular motion. She kept raising her hip, as if she was trying to hump me.

"Does that feel good?" Increased the pressure, her legs were trembling, trying to close show but I used my thighs to stop them from doing so.

Letting go of her pussy lips, I sunk my middle and ring finger inside her. I curled them around inside her to find her spongy g-spot. She was wonton under me, throwing her head back, she kept fucking my fingers. I added another one, fucked her like I would have with my dick. My arm blurred, fingers flew in and out of her while my thumb molested her clit. She was screaming and moaning.

Suddenly the door burst open to reveal the owner of the mansion. Miss Caroline. She didn't even waver to see us naked, my fingers deep in her cunt.

"There are rules." She scowled. Mariana's head whipped towards where the voice came from and I pushed down on her little nub under my thumb. Her flat stomach hollowed, giving her hip bones a little show.

"I'll take care of it after." I threw at the head of the escort service. She didn't even look at me, she looked at Mariana for confirmation. I only moved my fingers that were inside of her against her g-spot.

"OH GOD!" She moaned, throwing her head back and the door closed, the lock clicked in. The woman was gone.

"Santiago would do, God's a bit much." I joked. She didn't even react. She dripped the sheets, trying to hold onto something while her whole body withered like a fish out of water. Bracing her feet on my thigh she lifted her hip form the bed.

"That's it. Cum for me Mariana. Cum." I felt her clench around my fingers, sucking me in. Her core quivered and soon she was cumming on my hand.

"TIAGO!" She screamed. My head whipped to her face. That accent when she said Tiago hit close to home. It felt like my favourite song I'd never heard before. I extracted from her cunt and grabbed the back of her legs, pushed it down on the bed and entered her without notice. She was pulsing around me like a vice, sucking me in.

I was thick and big but she had no problem of taking all of me inside of her in one go. "FUCK!" I roared out. She dug her long nails into my back, drawing out stripes of blood with them. I was practically bouncing on her with my dick in her cunt.

"Say it again." One of my hand involuntarily went around her throat.

"Santiago." She whispered.

"NO" I drove into her once hard and fast, halting until she got it right. "The other one." My hands tightened, her velvety pussy danced on my skin. I pulled all the way back, only leaving the mushroom tip at the opening of her pussy. I wanted to take a picture of my precumming pink head surrounded by her pussy lips.

"Tiago." She looked at me, daring me to sink myself into her.

I did. Getting on my tip toes, I plunged into her. "AH!" she screamed, eyes widening. "Ah!" I did it again. My legs were straight and the only part of my body that was holding me up was my one hand. Letting go of her throat, I placed my thumb on her clit and flicked it from side to side while I hammered into her.

My balls tightened when I felt her moving aimlessly against me. She was being bounced into me by the bed every time I pounded down on her. It was driving me crazy. She was driving me into madness. I wanted her. I needed her

I never wanted to get the fuck out.

My thighs tightened and her too. I could feel her desperation and suddenly, she burst into her orgasm.

"TIAGO!" She moaned so loud, i wondered if anyone else heard it. Hopefully they did.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cursed when I felt her uncontrollable pulses on my cock. My thrusts increased, stomach hollowed and my balls drew up, tightening.

I thrust into her once last time and came inside of her soft walls. Everything in my body tightened and I slowly slid in and out of her, spilling all my cum into her. My body weakened, I ended up on top of her, buried deep inside her as I twitched inside her pulsing cunt. My head was spinning and heart was beating wildly in my chest. She moaned, her pretty eyes were closed and in that moment, she looked so young.

I didn't want to wake her get out of her. Picking her up, with my dick still inside her, I turned the lamp light off, plunging the room into darkness with her slowly falling asleep on top of me as my back hit the silky sheets.