Julian

T hat little fucking bruja. Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, she hides behind her invisible wall again. I wanted to push her buttons the moment she saw me, the jealousy radiated off her with the fury she has when she kills. I never expected for her to say what she said, because no, she will not fuck who every she wants. I will not fucking allow it, no matter how much she tries. Fuck that.

She's fucking mine to terrorize the way I want. I finish the glass of tequila in one fucking swallow, letting the cheap liquid burn my throat and warm my stomach. The bartender turns when she notices that my glass is empty and begins to walk towards me. Immediately, I take out my wallet and place a couple hundred-dollar bills and walk away before she attempts to get in my pants after her shift. Normally, I wouldn't mind and I probably would have taken her up on her offer but now, I can barely do anything without thinking about her . The bane of my existence, the flames to my fucking fire, the fucking queen of my kingdom. She just hasn't accepted it yet.

Walking up to the front desk, I lean in just enough to catch the attention of the woman that sits in front of the computer screen.

"My wife, Sierra Garrison, checked in earlier, she isn't answering her phone at all. Can you please tell me which room we are in? We are here for my sister's wedding, the Giordano party." I give her my best smile and wait for her to take the bait. I don't stay in my head about how good those words felt coming from my lips, my wife.

Her eyebrow lifts and then her eyes go back down to the screen, as she types a few things into her fancy little computer and nods once more. "She's in room 480. Would you like a copy of the key card?"

"Actually, that would be perfect, Gladys. Thank you." Well, that turned out better than I thought.

Deciding against visiting her room, I walk towards the room that Catalina had checked me into just a few doors away from hers. I want her well rested before I fuck her since apparently, she needs a reminder that she's mine before this damn welcome party we have to go to. Tapping the key card on the door, I unlock it and walk inside. I am seconds away from changing my mind so I call the only person that could talk me down or at least just distract me until the time comes. Pulling out my phone from my pocket I dial Ry's number and put it on speaker so I can watch Sierra's tracker. I need to be sure she stays in her room before I head over there.

"," Ry says in a tone that makes me think he's annoyed. Well, that's new.

"Ryan, is there an issue?" I question, straightening my back. I wait for him to say something that will bring up all my anger.

"No, I can deal with this. Are you finally ready to admit that you're in it deep with Sierra?" He's deflecting.

"Are you going to tell me what's happening?" I'm about ready to jump through the phone just to strangle the fucker for hiding things from me.

"I'll deal with it. It's another hacker that is getting on my fucking nerves. Now answer the question." I hear the clicking of a computer as he waits for my response.

"There's nothing to tell," I say, not wanting to get into the details just yet. I'm not sure if she even wants anyone knowing. I want to tell him she's mine, but she's still not fully here with me yet.

"Really? I thought I heard you say she was your wife." Mother fucker.

"Dammit, Ry, it's creepy as fuck when you do that," I growl, like that would stop him from doing it again.

"It's quite literally my job to keep an eye out on you and the entire family. So, suck it up."

"Any news on Eduardo?" I say, changing the subject because I don't want to deal with expressing my feelings and emotions to someone other than Sierra. I may just kill the next person that comes near me to prove I'm still me.

"No, I just know he's in town. There hasn't been any news or a peep from anyone about why he's here." I nod in understanding, fucking coward is good at hiding. I don't think he'd come here with the Italian Mafia around.

"Fuck," he exhales, "I'll let you know more once I know." Click .

I hate when he does that, which is all the fucking time. I sit on the couch in the lavish suite. I haven't even had the chance to look around or even admire the room. I place both hands on the couch, caressing the smooth fabric.

I want to fuck her on this couch.

I move my focus to the dining room to my right, the table is long with six chairs surrounding it. It's glass and completely see through. Fuck, I want to fuck her there too.

I can already picture her splayed out on the dining room table flat on her stomach with a camera underneath recording us. Her tits pressed up against the glass while I eat her ass before I fuck it. My cock twitches at the thought, maybe I can tie her arms and legs to the table so she can't escape my grasp.

Fuck this. I stand up and stalk towards the door, without a moment of hesitation I grab the doorknob and exit my room. Walking down the hall until I reach room 480, the key card burns a hole in my pants pocket, tempting me to pull it out and just use it.

It takes all of two seconds before I pull it out and tap the reader. The click of the lock turning reverberates in the silent hall. Opening the door as quietly as possible until I can fit through the small opening, and close the door just as silently so she's not warned that she's no longer alone.

Looking around as I walk further inside the suite, I notice that it's an exact replica of my own. Which means, I know exactly where the bedroom is. Turning right down the hallway, I reach the outside of the bedroom door. The door is open so I stay just outside of it and slowly peek my head out, catching a small glimpse of Sierra with her legs spread and a fucking dildo inside her cunt. Her back arches off the bed, showcasing her breast as she continues to move the fake cock in and out of her wet pussy.

My cock is throbbing with need in the same way I'm burning with a jealous rage of that fake dick being inside her.

"Did you think I wouldn't hunt you down after that little comment, Mu?eca?" I say, stepping out of the shadows and through the entrance of the bedroom.

Her eyes widened. Her pupils are already dilated with lust, with a fucking hunger that it fuels me to step closer.

"Did you think I'd let you have anyone else when you're mine? Because you are mine Sierra. There is no doubt about it. So, I suggest you get that through that thick fucking mask you like to wear."

As soon as I'm close enough, I smack her hand away from the dildo penetrating her and when she lets go, I take it out and fling it out the open door. The slam that it makes ricochets throughout the room, as it continues to vibrate against the floor.

"My cock is the only one you'll need. Not some fake one molded from someone else. Mine . If you need to please yourself when I'm not around, I'll have a replica of my cock made, barbells and all so you can fuck yourself. But it will only ever be my cock inside this pussy," I say, gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart to give me a better view of her cunt. "Do you understand?"

She nods frantically as she lifts her hips up, wanting to get closer to where my hand rests on her thigh.

"Needy little slut, you want me to give you the release I denied you of?" I chuckle, watching the flames burn through her eyes.

"Fuck you," she seethes.

"I plan on doing just that."

Moving my hands down her thighs I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed until her glistening wet cunt is directly where I want her.

"Play with that pretty pussy for me," I say hoarsely while I fumble with the button of my pants. Not wanting to wait another moment without feeling her wrapped around my cock. She glares at me, a mixture of wanting to kill me and fuck me mixes through her stare as she slowly glides her hands down her body until she's rubbing her thumb over her swollen clit.

"Lista, bruja? Ready?" Gripping my shaft from the base I bring my hand up my length squeezing along the barbells as I stare at her cunt without shame. That pink pretty cunt is gleaming under the light, showing me just how wet she is for me.

Her moans get louder, her release on the verge of crashing over her in waves. I smack her hand away before she can come without my cock inside her.

"Mother fucker," she groans and I smack her pussy again.

"You come when I tell you to come, Sierra. Maybe then you'll remember that you are mine, just as I am yours. I'm your demon whether you like it or not. Entendiste?" My cock is inches from her entrance, waiting for her to agree before I force myself inside her. But instead of answering, she glares at me maybe out of curiosity or who knows. I don't move a muscle, waiting for what feels like hours.

"Fuck you, ." I don't think she's fully understood how complex and intense this thing between us is yet. I barely understand it, all I know is that it's an obsession at this point. One I hate. One I can't live without. One that I need more of. If I have to tie her down to get her to accept it, then I sure as fuck will.

Moving my hips forward I thrust inside her, rapidly pushing myself in and out of her tight cunt until she's screaming out my name. I put everything I feel into each brutal movement. All the rage, the jealousy, the obsession, this hunger for her. Her body takes every bruising grip, her moans begging me for more.

"Come for me, Mu?eca," I whisper. I continue rapidly thrusting into her until I'm on the brink of my own orgasm. My cock thickens while my balls throb, her body convulses as she screams, her hand smacks over her mouth until the only sounds she makes are muffled moans. Only then do I let go, we come together in some kind of beautiful harmony through our chaotic minds.