I couldn't believe I hadn't showered or thrown the dress away the minute I was dropped back at The House. I was still in the dress that had dark patches on it, the front of crumpled and the length was full of wrinkles. Instead of taking the clothes off, I found myself pulling his suit jacket tighter around my body.

It smelled of him. Probably Giorgio Armani. I was sitting my room of the House and all I wanted was him. After Miss Caroline had informed me about the fact that he paid for me for a whole month. I was surprised. Usually, it was a week or a trip but for a month, with him, that was going to ruin me. Specially with the emotions I was feeling for him. I didn't know him and what I felt for him was completely physical but where the fuck was all these emotions spewing out of.

I could still smell him, taste him. He didn't care when he kissed me even if he could taste him. I was so sexually frustrated that I nearly got off on blowing him. I needed more. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and locked the door to my room on the way out. I took of my make up when I got home, unable to take anything else off.

My plan was to get home, think about him while the vibrator did the trick. Sad thing was he was thick and long and my vibrator wasn't. I needed him inside me. The ache was unbearable. Walking out of the gates, I went over the little parking lot behind the wall of trees cut into squares. Suddenly a car screeched into a halt in front of me.

It looked like a typical black Town Car limo. I thought about walking around it when the door right in front of me jerked opened in anger.

Santiago emerged, rage spewing out of him in bulks. His attire looked in disarray. His tie was gone, top button undone.

Concern washed over. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern. He grabbed my hand that lifted to touch him.

"No. I'm. Fucking. Not." He emphasised each word. Picking me up, he tossed me inside and I squealed at his brazen behaviour. My heart hammered in my chest. He picked up my bag and tossed it inside on the floor of the car and slid in.

"Go." He told his driver and the partition slid up, closing the little window at the front.

"Tiago." His name slipped out of my mouth. "AH!" I flinched when he grabbed my face and brought it close to him.

"Say it again." Using his other hand, he was unbuckling himself.

"Santiago." I whispered, feeling absolutely helpless and desperately turned on. My cunt was on fire. I rubbed myself on the seat, trying soothe the ache.

His lips were on me, tongue deep inside my mouth. I had no control of my actions. He lead and I followed. I was lost in his mouth; his breath became mine. He was bruising my lips but I didn't care. Suddenly, he grabbed my neck and pushed us on to the floor, with my back to his front. There's no finesse in what he was doing. He was running on pure adrenaline, as if he needed me, just as much as I needed him.

He flipped my dress over my ass, pushed his boxers down and guided his manhood straight into my pussy like a possessed man.

"Yes." He grunted.

Putting all his body weight on me, he started ponding me. I managed to turn my face, looked down to find him on his fucking toes. His full weight was inside me. Surprisingly turned on by the sheer power, I tried to open my legs but he thighs were over my ass, caging me in.

The pressure of his length and power had me sliding forward, my nipples slipped out.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going." It wasn't a question. He wrapped one his hand around my throat and the other arm snaked it's across my body with hand aiming for my clit. "This is fucking mine." His pinch was hard, it made me gasp and lift myself towards him.

"Tiago, fuck me harder." What the fuck was I saying. My body was being ravished. He dropped his knees, leaned into and pummelled in and out like a fucking machiene.

"Promise me you'll never fucking leave." He whispered in my ear, hands on my throat tightened making me light headed. "Promise me." His lips were on my cheek, my hair damping from sweat.

"I promise." He lost control. I completely surrendered, allowed him to do whatever he wanted to with my body. He kept rubbing me from side to side, his thick length stroked fire inside me. I felt him, all of him.

"Yes!. Harder!" I panted, finding my climax building, his hair fell over his forehead, grazed my cheeks and my stomach quickened. I moved with him, my walls clamped down on him. He was grunting loudly and suddenly I exploded around him. "TIAGO." I didn't care if the driver heard or not, all I cared about was pleasing Santiago. I felt everything when he came. His dick twitched as I spasmed around him. My body shook and he went lax on top me of with his length still buried deep inside. He moved his arms, caged my upper body with them. I wrapped my around his upper arm, stroking the coarse hair on them.

Breathing heavily, as he stroked in and out of me until he was spent.

I went lax under him, taking in all his weight.

"You came for me?" I whispered, feeling vulnerable.

"Of course I did." He placed a kiss on my cheek, caressed my hair with his other hand. "I couldn't get the image of you out of my head. On your knees, all ready for me. I want more of those. So many more.

We stayed like that, getting our baring together until he wrapped his arm around me, used his knees and other hand to push us back. He sat down against the back seat with him still inside me. A couple of streaks of creamy cum leaked out, down his balls and I started playing with it. Started smearing it on his thighs and mine. His arms were like bands around my body, fingers, played with my nipples.

My legs were stretched on top of his, creating a V. I leaned back, his chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me play with our juices.

"Where are you taking me?"

"My house. So we can be all alone." One of his hand moved down to my clit and coaxed as many orgasms as he possibly could until we arrived at his house. Mu head lolled back and I was in no position to walk. He took of my shoes, helped me out of the car from inside before putting the boxer over him and just secured the zipper.

I noticed the one story villa that looked over the beautiful city. The yellow grid lights were the stars on Earth. He took my bag in one hand, gripped my elbow with the other as he guided me inside his house. It was cold and dark. He didn't bother to turn on the lights after he punched in his security code.

He stalked towards me, ripped is shirt, setting the buttons off flying. "Strip." He ordered as he walked me back wards towards the left of the house. I didn't know where I was going but I couldn't stop back tracking. He was leaving a trail of clothes and he was down to his boxers when my back hit a wooden door. He leaned over to me to open it before pushing me inside.

"Strip of I fucking rip this off." He pulled a strap off and I quickly shed the ruined satin dress. The light from the city was glowing through the large glass windows.

"Get on the bed." He ordered. I did. I didn't know why I was following his orders but the lack of light and his broad shoulder painted him with a sinister look. The image my pussy beat. "Legs open." I moved over to the middle of the bed and opened them wide for him. He shouldered the back of knees, climbed over me until my thighs were touching my body.

One of his feet was on the fucking bed as he half crouched his dick into me. "Oh fuck." I horrified. This was going to hurt. He braced his hands on either side of my head before pounding in once.

"AH!" I screamed feeling every inch of him inside me again. It was soothing but his movements were fierce. He moved onto the bed, on his hand and knees and started slamming down on me. My hands were all over him, not knowing what the fuck to do but just lay there, take is poundings. I grabbed onto his butt until he suddenly popped out. I quickly took his wet cock in my hand and guided it towards my ass. With how slippery he was from me, he had no trouble sliding in and the moment he realise where he was, he swore.

"FUCK, MRIANA." He became possessed again, slammed in and out of me without a care in the world. My legs were pointed up towards the ceiling, thighs strained, knees touching the mattress, my hands latched onto his butt and I was withering under him. "Yes. Yes. Yes." He panted as he moved a hand down and shoved three fingers into my pussy. He was fucking me ruthlessly with his dick and fingers.

My stomach heaved, body moved without accord and all I could do was lay in his possessed mercy. My thighs started to tighten around him, my whole body shook as an intense orgasm rushed to its edge. He kept going, slamming down like a savage, balls slapping my ass. The sound that echoed through the room was erotic and of pure lust. I tried to close my legs together in pleasure but his shoulders stopped me from doing so.

"Say my name when you come. Say it with that sweet little accent."

"Tiago." I knew it would drive him crazy. When I heard a woman call out his name in the Hotel, it didn't have that sweet Spanish accent that it's supposed to. So I switched my accent, realising how beautiful it would sound.

It drove him crazy.

"Tiago, I'm going to cum." My voice was so high pitched; I couldn't handle the intense pleasure. "TIAGO." I screamed. My body shook out the orgasm, my walls clamped around him like a vice. I kept pulsing for a long time as I rode my orgasm out on his fingers.

"I can't." I whispered, my consciousness lightening. Eyes became droopy. "I'm sleepy." I barely said it out loud.

"Sleep, I'll just carry on." I gave in. I gave into the unconsciousness that called to me from sheer exhaustion.

Santiago.

She was out. Mariana was fucking out as a light and I was still pounding her ass. Her body has gone lax under me. I roared, feeling my balls tighten for the third time that night and I drove in when I came inside her ass. I could hardly keep my eyes open but the pleasure that rode out of me and into her was too much to leave. Spurting everything I had inside her, I slowly rode in and out of her, feeling her and myself pulse in unison. Letting her legs go, I dropped onto her, refusing to break the connection.

I could feel the liquid pouring out of her, marking my bed sheets that had never felt the presence of another person but me. She was marking me, my house without knowing it.

"Uhh!" I felt the last splash leave my dick and enter her body. I didn't think about using a condom with her. I doubt I ever would. Still semi erect, I retreated before sinking into her pussy again. She moved, head lolled to the side. Picking her up, I moved to the centre of the bed and laid down with her on top of me.

She was half awake, mumbling incoherent things against my chest. I needed sleep and so did she but at that moment, I couldn't separate myself from her. So, I fell asleep, with her on top of me, with my dick still in her.

It felt odd to have a woman in my house. Other than my Tio, no one ever stayed her. The villa was small considering the mansions that were scattered across the valley. There wasn't a house on this plot of land when I bought it. I had to donate to the Mayor's office to get it sorted. It was slightly outside of L.A. I spotted this piece of land when I was house hunting. I didn't like anything that I saw. Everything was too big and grand. I needed something simple so, building this villa with the best view ever was a better idea.

With an excellent view.

For some reason, the coffee tasted better this morning. The heat wasn't so scorching, the garden could have done with some flowers, the grape vines looked rather full. As I walked around the garden, I realised I could expand the house. Make it a mansion that Mariana could live in. Now that I looked at the Villa, I realised how small it was. A grand living room, bedroom facing the same away. Another room right behind with the view of the garden. The garage was behind that and on the other side of the kitchen was the gym.

I sighed, took another sip of coffee when I felt a presence. It took a minute to get back to the house. I had a good couple of acres and it wouldn't take much just to extend a bit. I wouldn't have to make it too grand. There's no need for two lounges and 7 bedrooms.

My eyes landed on the women standing under the white pergola with purple grapes hanging from of the top with green vines snaking across it.

3 bedrooms, extend the kitchen, keep the infinity pool, build her a room sized closet. A sense of longing and protectiveness washed over me. There was no fucking away she was leaving. I wouldn't be able to handle it if someone else touched her.

There would be a trail of dead bodies if she left. The intense feelings that she erupted from me was unfathomable. I didn't know I could feel this way. As I got closer, I realised she'd showered, her hair was wet, hanging down in tendrils. She was wearing a t-shirt of mine.

Something from deep inside my gut reached out and wrapped its hands around my throat. I wanted her in my clothes from now on.

"Morning." I left the coffee cup on the table under the trees.

"Hi." Her long legs crossed over. I went under pergola, ducking the fruits that hung in triangles. The pockets of space in the vines allowed sun to peak through, creating stamps of lights on her golden skin. She looked up, one of the stream of light hit one of her eyes, making her hazel eyes look light golden.

It drove me fucking insane. I cupped one side of her face, swiped my thumb over her cheeks. She was so beautiful, it physically hurt to look at her.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked. A soft pink blush spread across her cheek. It didn't show though much because of her tan but it was there.

"I did, it's 11. How long did we sleep for?" She asked.

"Over 10 hours. I woke up about 3 hours ago. Been waiting for you get up." I leaned forward, dropped a kiss her on her plumped lips.

"You could have woken me." She smiled, leaning into me. I shook my head.

"I went a bit crazy on you yesterday. You needed the sleep." Pulling her close, I watched the sun try to mark her with little yellow dots. She looked like a fucking goddess. "Do you want to go out to eat? Or I can get my assistant to get something."

"Thanks but I think I need to get home." She tried to detach from me but I held on to her.

"You think I'll ever let you go?" My voice was gruff, hoped that it didn't scare her.

"You're married. You're a cli-"

"NO! No." I needed to calm down. I grabbed her hand, dragged her inside to the living room. After setting her down, I called my assistance and asked him to bring over two loco moco from the Hawaiian joint near my club.

She was sitting quietly, watching my every move. "Do you ever lose your cool?" I asked as I paced a little.

"Nope, things can be solved much faster with a cool head and words." She patted the seat next her. "Talk to me."

"I need you be here, with me. Not just for a month or just for... whatever. I mean... I mean in real life." I confessed, my head spun.

"Tiago, you know what I do also, you're married." She tried to point out with a calm voice.

"I married her for money. When I was starting up, her dad had money, we made a business deal. The only time we see each other is when we have to go to events. Otherwise, we live separate lives. I've never slept with her. She doesn't live here. Apart from the papers, she has nothing to do with me." I explained needing her to stay.

She dropped her head on the back of the head rest. "What's going on Tiago?" She asked, his sultry voice caressed my soul.

"The day my whole family was murdered..." I pointed towards the mantle not so far away from where we were sitting. "...my instincts were telling me something was wrong but I didn't listen to it. Since that day, I've always gone with my instincts. It saved my life multiple times, made me millions of dollars. I have done everything in my life to seek revenge, preparing, waiting. Then you happened." I looked at her, her wet hair slightly dripped onto the sofa.

"I'm sorry." She joked, lightening the mood. I didn't feel so pressured.

"My instincts are screaming at me to not let you go and there's no way I will ignore them." I watched her pretty face, as she mulled my confession over. "I'm not the type of person who will spill my heart out. I don't have one." Her lips twitched with I said that. "But I will always tell you the truth. I'll tell you if I don't want to answer a question at the moment, we can discuss it later or I'll tell you the brutal honest truth, without sugar coating it."

"Do I look like a girl who likes to sugar coat things?" She arched one of her eyebrows.

"Baby..." I leaned back to look at her up and down. "...you look like the frosting on a cup cake with candy cherry on top." She laughed out loud at my cheesy line.

"Okay, that's cheese but cute." She kissed my cheek before leaning back. "I'm not a sugar coat type of a girl. I'm sure you have your past filled with scars so do I. I'm not ready to tell you about them yet and I'm sure you aren't either. I like you and I'm glad that you like me. I like brutal honesty, I will also give you that. But you have to promise me two things." She was dead serious.

"One, while this is going on, you aren't allowed to sleep with other women." My stomach flipped. There literally was no way for me to do that now that I knew she existed.

"Wasn't thinking of that but done." She smiled a bit when I agreed without missing a beat.

"Two, when this is over, you tell me straightaway. Don't leave me hanging around thinking you might hurt me. You won't. Trust me, you can't" No matter how she mewled when I dominated her, she had a mother fucking tough exterior. Something about this strong women, submitting to me, turned me on. It triggered this caveman inside me. She allowed herself to be led by me when she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. My chest expanded.

"That will never happen." I lunged forward, attacking her lips with mine. She had no idea that when I my instinct told me to go get her last night, it also told me to never fucking let go.