Darkness.

It latches onto my wrist, ankles, and neck, swallowing me whole. My eyes blink at the sight of nothing. Shallow, desperate breaths escape from my thought, silently pleading with the darkness. It's taking root, engraving itself into my skin, leaving bruises, blood, and marks. The dirty, dreadful nails attack my skin, scorching my flesh until nothing is left.

My air supply is on the verge of emptying, throat clenches. The ghost of my soul shudders from my body, the lightness swimming to the sky. My goals, dreams, ambitions are thrown into the abyss as I blunder out my last breath. Darkness embodies me, becomes me, destroys me. I am lost. I am gone.

"Asiel."

The sweet harmony dawdles through the darkness, grasping at my limbs to keep from vanishing. White flashes coat my eyelashes, reluctantly making it harder to blink. It takes seconds to skit past for the dusk to overtake my functioning limbs, surrendering to my death.

Sorry, brother. I wasn't good enough for this life.

"Asiel!"

The honey-coated voice jerks my eyes open, wide and confused, searching for the individual. Is it my subconscious, or am I imagining things? Does my life have any value besides being an acting Jefe? I wanted to wither into the darkness, murk black hole, but I couldn't. Something is holding me back from falling apart.

"Asiel."

A ghastly gasp croaks out of my throat as I jolt forward, bumping my forehead against a rigid surface. Confusion twists the wheel in my brain when I hear a muffled groan beside me. My shirt sticks to my chest from all the sweat I produced. The light scorches my eyes as they open, adjusting to the brightness. Mika's lips falter as she rubs the bump on her forehead. My heart skips a beat from the close proximity between Mika and me. 

My fingers tingle, moving to their own accord to tenderly stroke the spot. "I'm sorry, Mika. Does it sting? I have ointment in my car. Should I go get it?"

Mika's top lip tips heavenward with a squinted gaze. "Aren't you so adorable? Don't worry about it. This little tap is nothing compared to what I've endured. I'm basically a robot when it comes to pain."

My heart aches for her.

What kind of pain did she have to endure? How much pain could it take for a person to become accustomed to it? Mika strides through the world as if it caves at her feet. She doesn't fear anything and is headstrong, compassionate, determined, and skillful. Is it possible for someone to contain all those narratives without witnessing darkness in their life?

Without thinking, I delicately grab the back of her head and pull her close enough to kiss her forehead. At first, Mika doesn't react as if she was holding her breath until it comes out like water. Her body loosens, yielding to my touch as my lips remain on her forehead for longer than expected.

Mika grips my Oxford button-down and forces her head upward, detaching my lips from her skin. "Here, I thought you weren't excited to see me."

Laughter ripples from my chest. "No ha habido un momento desde que te conocí en el que no estuviera esperando ansiosamente volver a verte. Me vuelves loco de la mejor manera posible. Today was just insane, I didn't catch a single break until I came here. I made up a shitty excuse on why I needed privacy."

"There hasn't been a moment since I met you that I wasn't looking forward to seeing you again.  You drive me crazy in the best way possible.)

Mika's aqua-blue eyes gleam with wickedness. "An excuse? Am I your dirty little secret, Muneco? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" My stomach constricts and lurches when she leaves a trail of kisses from my ear to right before my mouth, licking the hoop piercing on my lip. Heat shoots straight into my groin.

"I-I would never be embarrassed," I force out, breathless, contemplating my sanity as Mika drops lower, leaving lovebites across my neck. "I haven't introduced you because I'm not sure what we are exactly. The term friends is too vague to explain our situation."

A moan involuntarily slips past my lips as my eyes roll back from the severe heat Mika's suction on my neck brought on. She's leaving a mark, the first time she ever has. Is she claiming me as her property, territory? My arms sneak around her waist, lowering to her round ass and giving it a tight, firm squeeze.

Mika removes herself with a -pop- sound. "You're right. Friends is far too simple to explain our relationship. I think friends with benefits is a remotely better term to use. We both benefit from each other."  

My heart sinks like a penny in a fountain. Hopelessly drowning to the bottom, lost and lonely, ready to wait a century to be picked up again. Any percent of hope I had is thrown out the window by her reason, feeling a bit lackluster. I'm not sure if I'm willing to go on remaining only a friend to Mika when a piece of me wanted something more. It's an idiotic thought. I'm a cartel Jefe, and she's an escort.

We're from completely opposite sides of the spectrum.

It's problematic, but I didn't want to end it. Friendship or more, anything is better than nothing with Mika. When it's just us, I can relish the idea that maybe we could be more than friends.

I cough, concealing my pained heart. "What are the benefits, exactly?"

Mika arches a questioning brow and detaches herself from me. "You, my dear, earn the most. My knowledge of being a heartless leader is a significant one, but my body is your best prized. Say the magic word, and I'll show you how ruthless you can get in the bed and out."

Her hooded, fiery gaze awakens my arousal, surging through my veins. "What's the magic word? I want to learn something before the sun comes up," I say, following her barely covered body as she flicks through her drawers.

"I'm yours."

Swallowing the excitement down my throat, I repeat, "I'm yours."

Mika's smug grin stretches across her face as she unclasps her bra. The material slips down her shoulders, revealing her bare breast, looking so fucking perfect. Her piercings twinkle in the fluorescent lights, matching the one on her belly button. Mika acts so nonchalantly, throwing her hair in a ponytail as if her godly body was in my imagination.

I groan, roughly running my hand down my face. "Do you have a censor button?"

"Why?"

"Porque no puedo concentrarme cuando estás desnuda como una diosa impecable. Es enfermizo lo obsesionado que estoy contigo," I unexpectedly ramble, gnawing on my bottom lip. "Just teach me something before the nights up."

(Because I can't concentrate when you're naked like a flawless goddess. It's sick how obsessed I am with you.)

Mika bats her eyelashes as she shuts the drawer and saunters over to me in the bed. Her small fingers enclose my wrist like a bracelet, lugging them over to her perky breasts. Her fucking flawless silky swells fit into my hands like they were made for mine. All other objects blur as I focus solely on her two perfect boobs, giving them a delicate squeeze.

"I can teach you plenty of things, Muneco," Mika flirts, her voice coated with sexual venom. She bites her lip when I give them another squeeze, resisting the urge to shower them with kisses. "Where should we start? Something fun and dirty or just dirty."

My brain short-circulates, re-evaluating her freshly made proposition. A frown mars my face as I try to decipher her words. "Just dirty? I think... Wait. No."

The dimple on her left cheek shines through with her smile as she pivots over to her drawer. "For future references, think before switching back and forth with your answers. It makes us look weak if we stumble over our words."

In a breeze, Mika tosses on a lavender-color sports bra adorned with simple back leggings, angling in all the right places. My heart flutters, flies, soars through the loopy loop of clouds to heaven's gates. My entire body feels like it's been dipped into a fiery flame, scorching all over, no matter how many layers I remove.

I've seen many different forms of Mika: with lingerie, without lingerie, in a satin skimpy dress, in a robe, in flawless glory with her legs spread wide for me, pussy drenched for me. The last form is a close second, but nothing surpasses this moment. Strawberry fills my nostrils as Mika douses herself in her perfume, slowly becoming my favorite smell.

Mika scrunches her eyebrows. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

My cheeks are burning hot to the touch. "N-Nothing. You just blew my breath away. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful than you already are. But I've been proven wrong."

She keeps her smile closed, only showing a hint of a dimple on her left cheek. "Flattery will get you nowhere with sensei Mika. Now, fall in line!" Her irises twinkle with enjoyment as I stumble over my own foot to be right in front of her. "Don't expect to go home tonight and know everything. If anything, you will leave tonight knowing one percent more than what you started with."

Mika rotates around my body, fixing my bad posture to fit her standards. "First step, when we're in these roles, you will respond to me with a 'yes, sensei. Got it?"

"Yes!" I proudly announce until I notice my fuck up. "Shit. I meant yes Sensei!"

Using her fingers, she gestures for me to lower my head, and once I do, she binds a black headband around my forehead. "If you mess up again, I might need to start adding punishments. Let's start with the basics." Mika taps my shoulder and hands over a jump rope.

My eyes bulge from their sockets. "Wait, what? Mika, I thought you were going to teach me how to be a relentless fighter. How is a jump rope going to help with that?"

An involuntary groan escapes when Mika slams her palm on my ass. Full fucking force. Why the hell do girls like getting slapped while being fucked? I don't see the satisfaction in it.

"First of all, always refer to me as Sensei," Mika orders, sternness coating her voice. "Second, did you think I learned to kick people's asses in a day? It's a long progress, so I need to know if you're serious."

"I am serious!" I exclaim, hauling my arms upward for an exaggeration. "But I didn't think being a badass would take this long. I thought it would two, three lessons max, before I could show my skills off."

Mika gives a blank stare for about two seconds before exploding into laughter. "How naive can someone in a mafia family be? Muñeco, trees don't grow in a day. We feed them, dig out the weeds, and water them until they're grown. Jump rope is your first step to gaining a new skill."

"Do I really sound that naive?"

She bobs her head. "Sometimes. Your expressions are a dead giveaway. Sometimes you wear the dumb, goofy look. We're going to have to work on that."

My eyebrows mar to an expression of confusion. "I do not have a dumb, goofy look. When has it been a sin to ask innocent questions?"

Mika grips my chin between her fingers, lowering my face to meet her at eye level. "Asiel, it isn't a sin to ask questions, but it makes you look uncertain. When it's just us, ask away until your soul is content, but not in front of others. Others will take advantage of your innocence. Especially the people in your family."

"Why would my family want to take advantage of that?"

"People on the top of the food chain don't realize when a rebellion is on the way. Because why should they? They already have everything they could want or need. But while they have everything to lose, others have nothing," Mika explains bluntly. "Bottom feeders don't stop at nothing to get what they want. That's why you have to be ready to take them out first."

The newfound knowledge swirls through my brain like coffee art. Am I really at risk of being dethroned by associates in my familia? I know I'm not the best leader, but would they really murder me for a lousy spot? Did they murder Ander for the same reason? None of the clues I scribbled down would favor this theory unless they covered their tracks perfectly.

I expel a breath. "How do you know so much about an industry you aren't a part of?"

"Because it's the reality no matter what your occupation is," Mika answers, her breathing as calm as a cucumber. "People will take you down until you're unrecognizable. Half of you used to be. I'm here to keep that from happening. I will show you how to be strong mentally and physically. All you have to do is trust me. Do you?"

"Without a doubt," I admit immediately.

Mika tries to suppress a smile. "So, my precious little pupil, begin your first lesson."

My spine straightens to the sky, arms to my side, and my chin hails high to shout, "Yes, Sensei!"

The absence of a clock makes it impossible to know how long I've been jump roping. Sweat trickles down my skin like melting ice cream down a child's face. My arms ache with every swing, along with my pulsating heart rate as I pick up the pace. Watching Mika's stretching routine is the only thing making this lesson bearable. She contorts her body in ways I didn't know were possible.

My button-down shirt clings to my skin like an uncomfortable pair of too-tight pants. As I focused on my breathing, I didn't catch the rope hitting my feet too late and almost trip. Out of frustration, I toss the rope to the ground and gather my erratic breaths. About twenty minutes ago, Mika plugged in her AirPods and was currently in a standing forward bend pose. Any motivation to improve myself ascends to the sky like a balloon and is replaced with incredible lust.

Without thinking, my body takes charge and shuffles over to Mika, placing my hands on her hips. My grip stitches perfectly with the curve of her waist, surging with warmth as I struggle to keep steady breaths. Her body vibrates against mine as she returns to her natural position and takes out an airpod.

"Muñeco, I don't remember saying the lesson is over." She giggles, her laughter rocking against my body.

I crouch until my lips reach her ears, and my hands respectfully roam over her toned waist. "My bad, Sensei. I had the bright idea of taking a break and doing something more fun and dirty." I lean lower, pressing kisses onto her exposed collarbone. "What do you say, Sensei?"

Mika hitches as my teeth graze her skin, creating long, love bites on them. To my delight, she whimpers and turns to the left, exposing her skin, as I am granted permission to make her my canvas. Purple splotches come from my paintbrush as I ambush her skin in a sinful, compelling, devouring way. Roughly, I break the assault on her neck to tear off the sports bra over her head and nearly collapse at the sight of her flawless breast.

My fingers find their happy place, fondling her perky, immaculate boobs. With the bra out of the way, I attach my mouth to her pierced nipples, dragging, whirling, and nipping at them. The cold metal twist and turn against my tongue as Mika's finger grips my hair, tugging aggressively, which makes my dick spring up.

"You've gotten really good at that," Mika hitches, using the grip on my head to navigate me where she wants me. "Have you been practicing?"

A rumble of laughter slips past my lips. "La única persona con la que querría hacer esto es contigo. Sólo quiero hacer que mi princesa se corra tan fuerte que vea las estrellas." My hands tug at her leggings. "May I?"

(The only person I would want to do this with is you. I just want to make my princess cum so hard she sees stars.)

Lust is evident in her gaze. "Yes, please. I'm so fucking horny."

Her slight beg sends a craving, desire, horny alert to my cock. It doesn't help when Mika lowers her stare, eyeing the shit out of it, and rubs her hand over my aching cock. The lustful, opaque gleam in her gaze makes my dick painfully hard as she continues to play, tease, and run a finger down it.

The single rundown is almost enough to tilt me over the edge. It's been a daily dream to have Mika go down on me, and the possibility is right in front of me. I wanted to, so badly, so fucking desperately, but I can't. It's one more step closer to vulnerability, to putting my heart on the table and opening myself up in ways I wouldn't have imagined with her. Eating her out again is enough to cure my temptation.

At least, I hope so.

I groan, stopping her hand. "I-I can't. Let me just focus on making you feel good. I want to make you come until you can't walk anymore."

The leggings roll down her hips, revealing her pussy with no sign of underwear. "Sometimes, I like to let her breathe."

I suck in a breath. "I'm not complaining."

Placing my arms beneath her thighs, I tug her over to the mattress and push her legs up so they're at a straight angle, feet flat on the bed. I securely adjust my arms around her thighs to keep her from moving. Every atom activates as I admire her petal-like folds, sliding my finger down her slick slit. My favorite sound fills my ears when Mika accidentally sucks in a breath, struggling to be quiet.

"Nunca me cansaré de follar este cono. Nunca me cansaré de escuchar tus gemidos, así que no te calles. Quiero escuchar cada sonido que te haga sentir," I order, pinching her nub to get a reaction.

(I'll never get tired of this fucking pussy. I'll never get tired of hearing your moans, so don't be quiet. I want to hear every sound I make you feel.)

Mika screams in protest and tightens her thighs around my head. "Fuck Asiel. This shouldn't feel so good. Why does it feel so good?" Her breath hitches, and she throws her head back, gripping the bedsheets.

A wicked smile forms on my face as I thrust one digit in, causing her to shudder, tremble, collapsing from my touch. My breath ticks and I watch her back arch so beautifully, elegantly. Her soaking, drenched, aroused hole swallows my finger, and I almost think of how well she would take my cock. My finger slides in and out, agonizing slow until Mika grabs a fistful of my hair.

"Princesa, what do you want me to do next?"

"Lick me," she begs.

I didn't waste another second.

Her sweetness melts onto my tongue as it trails back and forth on her clit, poking my tongue in just a bit. She moans, her body shaking with every plunge through her folds. Her fist tightens on the bed, and her breasts bob like a spring. My hunger for Mika soars to new heights. I kiss, nibble, and lick her folds, tugging them gently with my teeth. She gives a breathy whimper when I heavenly suck on her clit and her hips rise from the bed.

If it wasn't for my hold on her thighs, she would've been like a fish out of the water. She spreads her legs wider, opening up for me. The euphoric expression on her face makes it impossible to take my eyes away. Dragging my tongue, I bring it up and down in smooth, long strokes, again and again.

"Faster, please, Asiel," Mika whimpers, clenching her stomach. "I'm so fucking close. Please don't stop. I-It feels so good."

Her requests fire up my brutal attack on her pussy as I suck the fucking shit out of her clit, causing her to scream violently. Mika bites on her lips, grappling with the sheets as I suck, rub, circle, and tongue her clit, tugging it between my teeth whenever I get the chance. Pride surges through my bloodstream as I glance upward, cherishing her disheveled, gasping, captivating face.

"There you go," I urge her on. "Come for me, Mika. Can you do that? Can you tell everyone who is making you come this hard?"

"Anything for you," Mika stammers, breath ragged, and her body tremors forward, her hips especially out of control. Liquid makes its way to my tongue as I continuously lick her, suck her, inching her on until she rides the orgasm out. Her stomach clenches as she clutches on her skin, releasing every last arouse onto the sheets. "S-Shit. Asiel. Ugh, fuck man. How can you make a girl feel this fucking amazing?"

Mistakes.

Mistakes.

Why are they always so tempting to make?

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