Sierra

A moan leaves my lips, the dream of being fucked has become so real that I can feel his cock push inside me. A vibration in my ass has my eyes fling open when I realize I'm not dreaming. Julian's cock pushes inside me matching the rhythm of the pulsations.

"Good morning, Mu?eca," he grunts as he continues fucking me into the mattress with sporadic thrusts. The fullness of the plug in my ass and his cock fucking me have me on the verge of screaming. Whimpers and moans escape my lips, as I reach the stars ready to freefall head first into my orgasm.

"Come, little slut," he groans, his cock twitches and I come so hard I scream out his name loudly enough for half of California to hear me. The vibration coming from the plug is shut off and he slowly removes himself from me, making me whine at the loss.

"Let's get you cleaned up. You'll be wearing that plug during the ceremony, little bruja," he says, with a chuckle as he watches my facial expressions change.

"Uh no. Nope. I am not wearing it during the wedding." My cheeks flush with embarrassment, or with heat because the idea of having a plug the entire day has my pussy aching for more.

"That wasn't a question or a request. You're wearing it. All. Fucking. Day," he commands, and as much as I want to fight him, I want to wear it as much as he wants me to.

He reaches down and pulls me into his arms, walking me over to the shower of the suite and standing me on shaky legs while he turns on and checks the water temperature. He washes my hair, rubbing my scalp with hands and then washing every inch of my body. The domestic act feels right and wrong at the same time, he gently washes around the plug, hitting it a few times on purpose so that I moan. My pussy already aches from the abuse of last night and the way I woke up to him fucking me, but I want more.

It's like I've been starving.

Starving for his hands caressing every inch of my body. Starving to feel his hands wrapped around my throat as he kisses me. Starving to dig my nails on his back as he fucks me harder and harder. Starving to scream out his name as my body trembles. It's like I haven't known what hunger was until now. Now that I've had him, I can't seem to stop this hunger, this need for more.

This need that I just can't get enough. Our crazy matches perfectly, our hunger. This desire of feeling him inside me, inflicting pain as he does pleasure has me dripping for him. The waiting, the anticipation of the next time, it's as if I'm left blindfolded, uncertain in what happens next and yet turned on by the sheer thought of what endless possibilities await us. How is it possible to be this hungry for a man I am supposed to hate? It's as if I never knew what sexual hunger could feel like until now. How is it possible that one kiss could bring to life a hunger that I have never known, one that I thought was incapable because of the monsters that stole from me. And yet, he's awakened the succubus that's calling out for just him, awaiting her turn to be satisfied.

I grab the body wash and ready myself to wash him off too. He looks at me in surprise like he didn't think I would take care of him the way he's been taking care of me. I wash him, memorizing every line of his tattoos on his chest and arms, the indents of his abs, even the scratches I've marked him with. Mine , but he isn't. Not really.

As we step out of the shower, he wraps me in a towel and walks towards the living room. The sight of my dress on the coffee table reminds me that I dropped the dress on the floor last night. My eyes go over the teal fabric and notice blood staining the ends by the slit, the plastic bag that was meant to protect the dress must have lifted when I allowed it to fall on the floor.

"Yeah, I couldn't get it off," he says, rubbing at the scab starting to form on his palm. Well let's hope no one notices a little blood on my dress.

"I'm going to my room to grab my clothes. Get dressed, I'll be right back," he says, and I nod in agreement. He walks into the bedroom and comes back out a few minutes later dressed in last night's clothes. I watch his ass as he leaves the suite, biting my lip at how fucking hot he is. Going back towards the bathroom I put makeup on, making my skin appear a little more alive than I feel right now. I then start curling my hair when the vibrations on my ass have me squealing and moaning.

"Fucking Julian," I moan, as I think about touching myself a little before the ceremony.

"Don't even think about it," Julian's voice breaks me out of my salacious thoughts.

"Turn it off before I burn myself," I retort, when he turns me around so that I'm facing the mirror and takes the curling iron from me. He begins curling my hair for me effortlessly while my whimpers fill the silence. His hard cock is pressed against my back when he's done. He turns me around, and bends down to kiss me. The need to claim him a little more visibly goes through my mind with how handsome he looks, knowing full well that women will throw themselves at him.

His arms wrap around me, I inch closer to his neck and take a bite hard enough to draw blood on his perfectly white blouse. Pulling back, I lick my lips tasting his blood, look him in the eyes and smile. "If I have to wear this plug all day, at least you'll have to wear my mark."

". Julian," Enzo says, as we arrive at the little church by the hotel we are staying in. The sexual tension between us has risen until my best friend's fiancé steps outside to greet us.

"Enzo," I mumble, and Julian simply ignores his friend as I step away from him a little more. Enzo extends his hand, handing me a silver box with a red silk bow on top.

"Can you give this to Catalina before the ceremony?" he says, happiness radiates off him as he says the words. I smile warmly at him and nod. I open the doors and walk inside, moving to the small room in the back of the church where I know Cat is getting ready.

I knock on the door and wait all of two seconds before walking inside. Cat is in front of the mirror, her beautiful white mermaid cut dress looks absolutely stunning on her petite frame. Her hair is pulled back with a very long white veil mixing with her long black hair. She looks like a princess, one that is finally getting her happily ever after the way she deserves.

Walking up to her, I hand her the box Enzo gave me. Her trembling hands take it, but the look on her face looks a bit confused.

"What's this?" she asks.

"Enzo asked me to give you this. There's a note inside. Do you want me to stay or would you like your privacy? I don't know how dirty he made it." I let out a chuckle, knowing the way that man is with her, he probably made it as dirty as he could. She waves her hand, like she doesn't care, which she probably doesn't since she tells me pretty much everything. I wish it went both ways but how could I tell her the truth? I move over to the couch and sit down. The plug moving has me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I'm so incredibly wet and turned on already. Distracting myself from the need to come, I watch as she opens the lid, gasping at whatever contents are inside and picks up a note that sat underneath. Tears escape her eyes and I can only picture that she is so happy with how everything turned out.

Taking a seat next to me she hands me a beautiful diamond necklace with a diamond circle at the center.

"Can you help me put this on?"

There's no part of me that wouldn't do anything to make her happy. She's my best friend, my family. The only one I'll ever have. I clasp her necklace in place, as she moves to face me, I can tell that her back stiffens and the smile from her face fades for a single moment before returning as if she were pretending. Fuck, the dress. I quickly move my leg covering the bloodied edge of my dress, hoping that she didn't see what that was.

"Are you ready Mrs. Enzo?" I tease, leaning towards her, bumping our shoulders together with a fake smile that matches hers.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she says, and we both stand up. I hug her like my life depends on it. Grabbing her bouquet and my own, I link our arms together as we open the door and walk down the aisle. I was honored when she asked me to walk down with her, honestly I would ask her the same if I ever thought of getting married.

Enzo is already standing in front with the priest while families and friends wait on the prospective parts of the church. Kai and Julian stand next to him, and I loop my arm around hers as "I get to love you" by Ruelle starts to play.

"I love you, Cat," I whisper towards her. She smiles, her eyes reluctantly leaving the man she loves as she faces me.

"I love you, ," she says, sniffling as the tears start to form in her eyes.

"Let's get you married." We slowly start to walk towards the end of the altar. I watch as Enzo's eyes fill with love as he glances at Cat. Their love is beautiful. Julian's addicting gaze steals my attention for a moment as he watches me walk down the aisle with his sister. His eyes devour me as I let go of her hand, take her bouquet, and take my place behind her.

"They say that when you find that special person in your life, sometimes you just know. As we watch Catalina and Vincenzo, it's clear how much love radiates from them. When it comes to finding that special person in your life, sometimes you just know."

The priest's words fade as I move my focus from my best friend, to her brother. The betrayal of not having told her the truth sits on my chest knowing this can't be something she'd forgive.

"Enzo. My love. I never in my wildest thoughts would have imagined you'd save me from a life that I just couldn't accept. I promise to love you, cherish you and forever drive you mad." Everyone chuckles as she continues her declaration of love. I wipe the tears forming in my eyes.

"Catalina. Princess. My love. My light. I knew from the moment I saw you that you'd be mine. I will love you until the end of time. I promise to make your dreams come true and support you in every way that I can."

I sniffle, as he speaks, and everyone laughs at some joke he makes. I watch them exchange a few more words repeating after the priest and exchange their rings as the love reflects off their eyes. It's a beautiful sight, one that I'll always remember, one that maybe I wish I could have.

Catalina will be leaving the moment the ceremony is over, leaving us to party without her, which just won't be the same. But Enzo couldn't wait to be on his honeymoon with his wife. I don't dare say goodbye, I know I won't be able to handle the fact that she'll be moving away when she gets back too. We all stand outside the church, both sides of her friends and family throwing rice since that's apparently something the Italians do on weddings.

Julian looks at me demolishing me with his eyes as Cat makes her way over to him. I feel my face heat as I watch them speak. I need to get out of here, his gaze along with the sensation of the plug have me on the verge of collapsing. The vibrations start moving as I walk past Cat scowling at Julian, when he glimpses back at me. Fuck. I put on the biggest smile I can fake, while I'm silently on the verge of dying of both embarrassment and an orgasm in public.

Fuck, I'm in way over my head here.