Julian

I 'm pretty sure I did not sign up to be tortured today, but it looks like that's the way my cards were dealt. Sierra and Mika end up having a fashion show, trying on a whole rackful of bridesmaid dresses. Each dress specifically chosen to drive me fucking wild. Every single dress she tried on had me fucking hard as fucking stone.

Dress after dress, she looked stunning. Dress after dress she fucking would lick her lips, I don't think she even meant to do it on purpose, but it felt like a fucking invitation.

The teal dress was my favorite one, it hugged her hips just right to show off that sexy figure she has. Her fucking ass in that dress is one that will fucking haunt my dreams, just like the way the memory of her in her lingerie last night has been.

Her perky fucking tits looked fucking delicious in the lowcut V that the dress had, I was almost tempted to cut it all the way down just so I can see what she had on underneath.

While the girls finished their little runway with all the dresses that were brought here for them, since her future husband is a paranoid little shit. Enzo and the rest of the guys went and got our suits to make sure there were no adjustments that needed to be made. It felt like we had been away for the girls for hours, or at least it felt like that to me.

Now we all sit at the table, eating our weight in cake, and other menu options the chefs made. Each of us is making conversation, except for one little mu?eca, who sits there quietly as if she wished she were anywhere else.

"Excuse me," Sierra says, standing abruptly and walking out of the dining room towards the downstairs hallway where the bathroom and my office doors are. Everyone silently looks over one another. Marcelo looks extra annoyed as he glances at Mika from across the table. His cigar is pressed against his lips as he quickly inhales enough to light. Mika pretends not to notice the way his eyes never leave hers, but I can see the quick glance she gives him when no else is looking.

Don't follow her. Don't follow her.

It takes me all of five minutes before I stand up. "Be right back," I mumble, pushing my chair back and walking towards the hallway that Sierra disappeared to. I pretend that I'm heading towards my office, I scold myself when I don't. Instead, I stand right in front of the bathroom door, waiting for her to just come out.

It's silent enough that I can hear her heavy breathing, as if she were trying hard to keep the contents of her stomach down. When I hear the water run and the cabinet doors open and close, I can only assume she actually threw up.

Don't go in there.

I don't wait to talk myself out of entering, I forcefully swing the door open; luckily, it wasn't locked, but I still barge right in as if she had the strength to kick me out. I quickly close the door and lock it, not caring that she's staring at me as though she's imagining slitting my throat with the knife I found in her apartment.

"What do you want, Demon?" She scowls, when she puts her hands on her hips. I lean back on the locked door, blocking any attempt she may try to get past me.

"Move. Now." She grits, slowly walking towards me. The air in the bathroom slowly fades as she closes the distance and forcefully pokes my chest as if she were trying to make a point.

"Move," she says again. My nostrils flare at her fucking command. Who does she think she is demanding anything from me?

"Tell me, bruja, why did you leave the room?" I grab her wrist before she can push her index finger to my chest again. Just the feeling of her bare skin has my cock hardening quickly.

"Let go of me, Demon." She grits as she wiggles her body around multiple times in an attempt to escape my hold.

Her body brushes against my cock slightly causing a spark of electricity to erupt like fucking fireworks went off inside the bathroom. Gripping her wrist tighter I switch our positions until she's against the wall with her wrist over her head. Her breath hitches as her chest quickly rises and falls against me.

Brushing her cheek with my other hand, I lean in a little closer. "Tell me, little bruja, what made you sick?" I question her again. I'm not sure why I care that something made her uncomfortable. I shouldn't care.

"I – I-" she stutters, and for a brief moment I don't think she'll tell me. I think she will try to push me away again. "I don't like the smell of cigars. It reminds me of…" she says with vulnerability in her eyes. "It just takes me to a dark place."

I nod in understanding, weirdly appreciating the way she opened up even if it was just a small glimpse beneath the mask she wears. Bringing her wrist down, I drag her over to the mirror and stand directly behind her. Our bodies mold together as I cage her in between the counter and my body.

"Look in the mirror, Mu?eca." I lift her chin up with my knuckle until her ocean blue eyes finally meet mine in the reflection. "Do you know why I call you that?" I ask her, not knowing full well if she knows Spanish.

She arches a brow and shakes her head softly, until her bottom lip is between her teeth once again. I groan at the image of her, her blonde hair cascades down her back and over one shoulder as I lean closer to her ear. "Because you are breathtaking, a complete beauty by day hidden behind a mask in the darkness. One that will bring fear to those in the night. You've caught me in some spell, little bruja, one that both frustrates me and excites me, but you are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have laid my eyes on."

Her hooded eyes darken at my words, like she isn't quite sure if she believes it or not. I'm not sure what I expected when we've hated each other from day one fueling a fire that turned into desire, or maybe it was always desire that slowly turned into the lustful flames. I wait for her to respond, to push me away in some way, instead she arches her back just enough to brush her ass against my throbbing cock.

Her small gasp mixes with the groans of pleasure I let escape as she continues to rub herself on me. I go to step away, knowing full well she can't possibly be ready to be fucked in anyway. Her delicate hands quickly grab my arm, not allowing me to move further back.

"Fuck me, Demon, help me forget," she whispers softly, her eyes still on mine in the reflection. "I can't be gentle, Mu?eca," I say, shaking my head as she continues to rub that sweet ass on me.

"I don't want sweet." She circles her hips as she says those words, and all my self-restraint at not wanting to trigger her is rapidly going down the drain.

Fuck .

I pull out the blade hidden in my jeans, the pocket knife I always keep on hand just in case and flick it open.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, little bruja?" I say, giving her one last chance. She doesn't say a word. The silver blade sparkles under the bathroom light, one of my favorite little pocket knives from my collection. I look back up at those hooded eyes that have engraved themselves into my very being before giving her one last smirk.

I don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into, little bruja.