"What?" Haziness clouded my thoughts.

His brown irises shine with superiority. "Mika. She goes by Mika."

Mika.

"Is she... an Angele?"

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks to suppress the beginning of a victory smile. "The finest of them all. She has a whole waitlist of people who want her, which of course means, a piece of her time is worth... a lot. But everyone says she's worth every penny. Isn't she just gorgeous?"

His expression conveys all. Diablo's exceptional plan slowly broke through the cracks. I am falling, rapidly. I wanted to meet Mika. But she is his power play, his queen. I can't commit to a world of destruction just for a woman.

"I should get goi-." My response is zipped shut as El Diablo yanks me into a vacant private booth. The blinds drape around are blackout solid red, altering the atmosphere into another universe, a destructive, ominous one.

"Consider this as a gift from me, Jefe de Morterero cartel. It must be miserable to be forced into the industry because of your brother's tragedy. Let me give you a free taste of what we have to offer."

He disappears through the darkened curtains, leaving me to fend for myself in this secluded area. The idea of sneaking to the exit slipped through my thoughts, but it's like I'm compelled to stay. Frustration grows in my chest at the lack of Wi-Fi on my phone.

I have to get out of here.

"Hello?" The tone of her voice sounded too sweet. Her dainty, innocent, siren-type eyes penetrate through mine. She passes through the blinds, in her same outfit from the strip show, with two tumblers and a bottle of wine in hand.

"Um, hello...uh, Mika?"

Is this my gift from Diablo?

"My name sounds sexy coming from your lips," she replies, flicking her long, black hair behind her shoulders, revealing a crescent moon tattoo on her shoulder blade. "I wonder what other sexy noises come from those."

I purse my lips in hopes of seeming unenthusiastic. "Keep wondering."

Mika tilts her head, her siren-eyes morphing into a naive glare. With a ghost of a smile on her plump lips, she bends over, her ass cheeks in full view as she pours wine into our tumblers. Her small waist, large hips were sculptured by God. Our gaze clashes like a shot to my chest. My cheeks grow warm, red splotches emerging on my skin. She caught me red-handed.

It is so feverish.

She strides to the couch, sitting close enough for our legs to touch, and hands me a glass. "It's my personal favorite. What do you go by?"

"Asiel." I mix the wine around in the glass, trying to pretend I was so fucking interested in the drink. "Um, may I ask why you are here?"

"My boss, Diablo, cleared the rest of my schedule for tonight." Her nude gloss stains the cup. "I'm supposed to give you a lap dance, which I'm totally okay with, but you Ojos de àngel seem a bit tense. Was he wrong to get me? Am I not good enough?"

I cough, accidentally spitting out wine onto my white-collared shirt. "No. No. Eres perfect."

(You're Perfect.)

Mika leans forward, her thigh grazing my groin as she dabs the wet smudge on my shirt. My breath catches in my throat from our close proximity. "Am I really? You keep pulling away whenever I move closer. I never got this reaction before... I guess I'm losing my touch."

"No!" Panic flashes in my eyes. "Eres demasiado perfecta para ser real. I-I just had a hard day at work."

(You're too perfect to be real.)

Her lips pout as she shifts her ass onto my thighs as I rest in a manspread position. "You seem pretty young, around my age. What kind of job has got you all stressed out? Also, you look good in a suit." Her fingers trail up my tie, playing with it as she brought her lips to my ear. "But I bet you look better without it."

She nibbles on my ear.

I shiver, falling victim to her siren calls. One of her hands falls from my tie, splays on my thigh, massaging it through the fabric. My skin burns, feeling her hot breath against it, my pulse nearly giving out from the intensity.

"And I bet that under that mask is a beautiful face..."

"No es nada comparado con el tuyo," I mumble, averting my gaze from the embarrassing comment I let slip.

(It's nothing compared to yours.)

Her blue irises gleam with amusement. "I saw you watching me on stage. I could feel your eyes on me the whole time. I liked it." Mika's hand roam my chest, shoving the jacket off my shoulders.

My lung expands in my chest as I suck in a deep breath, our eyes intertwining into a complex network of desire, confusion, temptation, hesitation, want. It takes every neuron in my body to take hold of her hands, clutching them gently, tenderly.

"Y-You don't have to do this," I whisper, my tone delicate. "People like Diablo like to prey on girls, force them to do this shit to make money. You don't deserve to work for a sleazy guy like him."

Mika stands frozen, her expression emotionless as my grip melts around her, molding, cradling, waiting for her to pull away.

But she doesn't.

Mika cocks her head to the side and giggles. "Don't be silly. I'm the type of girl who goes after what she wants." Fire streaks my arms as her fingertips trickle down them, awaking every neuron. "And I want you."

Mika swipes my thumb across her lips as warmth blazes in every synapse. A quiet noise crawls up my throat the second she takes my finger in her mouth. Her wet, hot tongue works wonders on my finger, sucking until her cheeks go hollow and release with a -pop-.

Her touch affects me like a slow-burning disease, a virus, a malady. It makes my stomach twist. Twist with hunger. Twist with lust.

Snickers escape from Mika's lips, her fingertip trailing down the side of my jaw before getting up from my lap.

Instantly, her warmth was missing.

Glancing down, my erection is clear as day.

"Are you sure you want me to stop? I wouldn't want to disappoint him." Her eyes peer to my bulging erection. "He seems really eager to meet me."

I drop my head back in defeat.

Mika climbs onto my lap, her thighs placed on each side of mine. Her pussy is inches away from my erecting cock. It's visibly apparently from her slight motion every five seconds. A tremor goes through me when her body grinds against mine, the friction applying pleasure to my cock.

She creeps closer to my ear. "Sit back and relax, Ojos de àngel. I told you I was here for a dance, and I'll make sure to make every second worth it."

Slow, sensual, erotic music fills my ears. Mika dances to the rhythm, her hips teasing my cock as she presses harsher on it before pulling back. Her hands roam her goddess-like body, pushing her tits together, emphasizing them. They were honest to God fucking perfection. A deep rush of pleasure floods me, a stronger wave rolling through me at every slow, tantalizing grind.

This entire moment between us is fully sexual.

She's an escort, doing her job by satisfying me, but it plays with my thoughts. Beauty radiated off her. And it isn't because she's half-naked. Her eyes, her cheekbones, her button nose, the mole on her neck; every single feature is stroked with magnificence. She is the apple on the tree, waiting to get eaten as I struggle between the Devil and God on my shoulders, whispering, taunting, convincing.

My mouth agape, astonished to watch the straps of her bra dipping down her shoulders. My heart drums in my ear, taking in the perkiness of her breast, peaks hard, begging for my touch. They are so tempting. I want to suck them until Mika's moan drowns my ears.

My thumbs brush her bare skin before taking her breast in them, vigorously squeezing her pierced peaks. They mold into my hand like second skin. I never wanted to be away from them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mika grabs my hands, tugging them off her breast, leaving me feeling empty. "Rules of the club, Ojos de àngel. No touching. Diablo said only a lap dance. Touching cost more."

My eyes plead with her, urging her into breaking a rule for me.

Just this once.

Because I wasn't coming back.

"Of course, I could always not follow the rules... But I only do that for the people who deserve it. Show me you deserve me and maybe I'll break the rules for you, Ojos de àngel." Mika tilts to my ear, her airy hitch sending shivers down my spine. "If you disobey me again, I'll stop. You wouldn't want that, right?"

My hands drop to my side. "N-No."

Logic disappears. My brain ceases to work, overwhelm, hazy with lust. It's the first time a woman has made me feel lost, tormented, powerless, entice. It's extremely dangerous. To fall into a trap from a woman like Mika would be a mistake, one I'll gladly make if it keeps feeling like this. There's no way out. I seize the apple, the temptation, taking the first step to no return because Diablo meant what he said.

A night with Mika is worth every goddamn penny.

"Good boy," she whispers, her tone is sultry, alluring, mind fucking.

As a way of toying with me, Mika rocks her hips in a leisurely, frustrating, teasing way. She's keeping the distance between our clothed sex, further apart, only inching close enough to make me beg for more.

My cock is throbbing, tingling, urging for a sense of friction. Anything. I wanted to grab her hips, hooking them still, so our sex could meet, grind together in a fluid motion. But one wrong move, and she will pull away.

I couldn't have that.

My stomach rises up and down with shallow breaths. "Mika... please," I murmur, low, hopeless, defeated, getting consumed by her charms.

"Hmm?" She bats her eyelashes, giving a pure doe-eyed expression. "Do you promise to be a good boy for me, baby?" Her hands rest on my knees, our clothed sex colliding for just a second, driving me insane from the lack of movement.

"Yes..." An airy groan leaves my lips, causing her lips to tilt to a smirk. "Yes... I won't touch, I won't move a muscle. I promise I'll be a good boy."

She laughs at my reaction, slowly rocking her hips, rough, wild, biting her lips as her eyes burn through mine. A shudder sways down my back, my chest searing with heat as her dainty hands relax on them for support.

"Mika..." I suck the air in through gritted teeth.

Her movements grow vicious. "Let me hear you, baby. It's only us. I want to hear how great I make you feel."

I exhale the air harshly, knitting my brows with an erratic heartbeat. It is a maddening sensation, my groans, moans, whimpers, slipping into the universe, the private booth, satisfying the goddess in front of me. My mouth waters. It's game over for me. Thoughts of fucking Mika invade my thoughts like a brain-eating virus.

Images of fucking her on the couch. On the wall. Bent over on the table. Upside down on the floor, until every inch of my cock drives her senseless, breathlessly, famished. Never in my life had I envisioned a girl in such complex positions, but Mika was different.

She's awakening the dormant side of my soul, the monster, the lion, the wolf. It isn't long until my cock pulsates, my muscle spasms, cum smearing my underwear. My chest rising and falling, erratic, disorderly. My low moans of release hang in the sweaty, sticky air, the muggy fabric making me uncomfortable.

My hands move to their own accords, caressing her cheeks, soft, delicate, and beautiful. My blood drum in my ears, rushing through my veins like she's gasoline, and I'm her flammable fabrics. She hums breathlessly as my thumb traces her lips, writing a memoir about it in my head.

"Mika... I want to kiss you..." I beg, my voice breathy, hoarse.

A soft chuckle slips from her lips. "You can get that and so much more, baby... When you deserve it. When you earned it..."

Mika climbs off my lap, her hips swaying in rhymic motion. With a wave of her flirty fingers, she passes through the blinds, leaving me alone, embarrassed, lost.

Because I was about to sign my soul over to the Devil.

Stumbling from the couch, I grab napkins and unbutton my pants, cleaning the mess I made. A woman like Mika wouldn't bat an eye at a naïve boy like me. A boy who tumbles to pieces from a single touch.

My hands buried in my hair from frustration, wanting to erase the images of Mika from my thoughts. I should've never come. As I open the curtain, Diablo waits outside with a contract and pen in hand, smirking egotistically.

Like I am duped under a mesmerizing, hypnotic drug, I bob my head with no hesitation insight and sign the contract. Tomorrow, I'll wake up confused, hazy, regretting every decision, but I didn't want to think about it.

Because I just been checkmate.

Congratulations to Asiel! Is anyone surprised of him so easily signing the contract? Mika didn't even do too much to drive him insane!!! I love it!! I love writing and reading there scenes together! It's so adorable, innocent, yet wicked the way Mika is toying with him. I just love their relationship it's going to be so complex and I can't wait to read everyone's thoughts about it!!

Thank you for all comments, votes and love on this book I'm so very grateful for all of you guys!! Thank you for 3K in two weeks!! It's such a special milestone to me!!