Epilogue

Months Later

I t's not every day you marry the man that freed you from the pits of hell, from the prison I've been trapped in since I was ten years old. I always imagined a wedding with my father walking me down, and although he never truly accepted me, I'm grateful to at least have my brothers.

I stand in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. My long black hair is elegantly pulled back, the long white veil mixes with the strands of my hair, my makeup is done lightly with a natural glow look, and my white mermaid cut dress sits snugly around my frame. How did I get here from being trapped, to being set free?

A knock at the doors interrupts my thoughts. Sierra walks in, her beautiful teal dress sits perfectly on her body contrasting her light beige complexion. Her hair is down and curled with one side clipped at the top. She looks so beautiful, I'm so happy to have her by my side today. She holds a silver box with a red bow on top, with a smile she hands it over to me.

"What's this?" I question.

"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." She asks with a chuckle. I wave my hand, like it doesn't matter whether she stays or goes.

I pull at the bow from the end, the silk easily flows off, and take the lid off. I gasp, inside sits a beautiful diamond necklace, with a diamond circle at the center. Carefully I pick up the note that sits underneath, eager to read Enzo's message.

My dearest Catalina,

I may have given you a collar not too long ago for when we play, but I wanted to give you one that you can wear on a daily basis. We may not have had a conventional proposal, but this means more to me than a ring can symbolize. I'm honored to soon call you, my wife. You saved me from hell, Lina. From the darkness that would repeatedly overcome me, from my own thoughts and nightmares. You have given me a home. I will forever be obsessed with everything about you, with every detail that makes you, you. I promise to always protect you, and worship you in every way you deserve. You're my obsession, my temptation, and soon, mother of my children.

See you at the altar Mrs. Giordano.

Your Husband.

A single tear form at his beautiful words as I sit down on the couch next to Sierra, handing her the necklace. "Can you help me put this on?" I ask, turning my back and moving my hair and veil as best I can so she can fasten the choker around my neck. Once it's clipped on, I glance down, pausing at the sight of red on the end of Sierra's teal dress.

She changed since the moment we escaped from the Columbians, it's as if she's hiding from the world behind a mask of her own creation. I want to ask her about the red staining her dress, but I don't. I know that when she's ready she'll talk to me. As if she knew I noticed her dress, she moved her leg back, hiding the bottom part with her other leg.

"Are you ready Mrs. Enzo?" She teases, leaning towards me and bumping me with her shoulders.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I say confidently.

Hours later, we make our way through a crowd of our closest friends and family. They cheer loudly, while some throw rice into the air as we leave the church, which seems to be an Italian custom. By the time I reach my brothers, I go to hug each of them, one by one until I reach Julian.

"I'm proud of you, Hermana. You've grown to be quite strong." He whispers in my ear; I know he doesn't feel in the same manner like most people but I know he means what he says. Sniffling, I embrace his hug, when I notice blood on the collar of his white blouse.

"What's this?" I pull back from his hug, and give him a pointed look our mother used to give us when we were younger, a look that said, are you fucking kidding me?

He shrugs, when he notices the drops of blood that I'm pointing at, "Don't worry about it, Hermana. It's your big day."

"That's exactly why I'm asking," I say. "What is it with everyone having blood on their clothes?" His face pales, looking back towards Sierra and then back at me, not saying anymore. I shake my head, curious to know what secrets are being hidden from me, and what surprises could possibly be in store. Knowing them both I'd say they're on the verge of causing a bit of mayhem.

Sierra walks by, her fake smile on full display as she attempts to hide the blush creeping on her face the moment Julian comes into view. The small glimpses of each other are obvious especially when they are normally down each other's throats. I know I'm not lucky enough to have had them make a deal to not argue on the most important day of my life. No, there's more to this than meets the eye.

Enzo grabs my hand and walks me towards the limo that reads, Just Married on the back window. My stomach flutters with excitement as we step inside, I still can't believe this is my life now, from being a sheltered princess to the freedom I've always dreamed of. A freedom to explore the world and come back to my family as an equal, and not as the precious treasure they have to protect. I glance over to my right where my husband sits, his dark brown eyes glance back towards me with love and mischief in his stare and a smirk lifting on his lips. He let his beard grow in, and since then all I want to do is sit on his face as I ride him. The feel of his beard between my thighs is a whole new sensation.

Enzo slides his hand down my thigh, teasing me with his gentle touch.

"You look breathtaking Catalina, especially in my collar. I can't wait to have you in just that tonight," he says hoarsely, "but first, I want to taste my wife in her wedding dress."

He kneels on the floor between my legs, slowly moving the material of my dress up as he teases me with his fingertips. He barely touches my skin, that phantom touch has me squirming on the leather seats. He lifts my leg, placing soft kisses on my heated flesh, his beard leaving behind a burning trail until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I can feel the wet spot on my sheer white panties, his tongue runs along the lace tasting me through the material, he hums his approval as he lifts my other leg placing both on his shoulders.

He doesn't attempt to remove them; he just moves the panties to the side with his fingers allowing him full access under my dress. Moving my hands to his head, I try to bring him closer to guide him where I need him most. He begins licking me slowly like he was savoring the first taste of an extravagant meal.

"Fuuuck. Always so sweet and ready for your husband," he groans, his breath as he speaks lightly blows on my clit, and the electric spark that happens each time we're together runs through every part of my body. The need for the pain that he likes to inflict every so often has me needy and squirming. His mouth is back on me, sucking my clit as his expert fingers pump in and out of me. I buck my hips matching the rhythm of his fingers and mouth, not wanting to hold back as I chase my orgasm, using my husband's mouth to get there. It doesn't take me long before I reach the edge of euphoria, until fireworks explode and I am a withering mess.

He moves back slightly, sucking the taste of my arousal from his fingers. My cum on his beard glistens every time a car goes by us, the lights of the outside world are the only ones that shine through. "You're fucking delicious," he smiles, bringing the material back down my leg, the outline of his hard cock is evident underneath his tuxedo.

He sits back on the seat next to me, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pressing his lips against mine. My mouth opens, allowing him to let me taste myself off his tongue, the sweetness with the faded taste of whiskey from the wedding. After a few minutes, we arrive at a private airport, the plane already waiting for our honeymoon. My eyes never falter from the plane as I watch my future moving closer while we descend to the aircraft that'll be taking me everywhere my heart desires.

We overcame the roughest obstacles; the temptation of his darkest pieces filled my sheltered soul in every way. He freed me from my cage, allowed me to fly the way I've always dreamed. I couldn't have done it without his love, without him. He's the fire that ignites every dream, every filthy dark piece of me.