The vampire’s obsession with Ortega’s cock

Ria’s pov

“I hate him.”

“No, you don't. You're just pissed he won't call off the wedding.”

My best friend was right — but shame, guilt, and anger dazed me.

“Ortega would never be happy with that tramp. We both know that.”

Emma sighs before tossing a book my way. “Focus on our upcoming project, Ria. Ortega will never be yours. Your father and brother would pull off his fangs if they ever found out he touched you.”

Six days ago, this man had done unspeakable things to my body. Yes, I pushed him into his actions, and no — I do not regret it.

But how could he still agree to marry Linda?

“It doesn't justify him ignoring me after our play in the woods. It's been days, Emma. He doesn't even speak to me anymore.”

“Have mercy on the poor guy. He must be feeling regretful for his actions.”

Just then, my mama walks into my room, a smile on her face. “Hey baby, your dress just arrived!” she squealed.

Yeah, great. My dress for a wedding I want canceled.

“Don't you like it?” Her face fell when I refused to show even a flicker of happiness.

Emma spoke on my behalf, trying to lighten the mood. “Of course she loves it, Mrs. Lucian. It's so beautiful.”

I managed to flash a short smile. “Hmm. I love it.”

Mama let out a breath, then hugged me. “I know how you feel, baby. I feel the same way.”

I pulled away, surprised. “You do?”

She nods. Emma and I glanced at one another.

“I'll miss your brother too, but Ortega has promised to visit often. Getting married doesn’t mean he’ll forget us forever.”

The breath we’d been holding — Emma and I — we released it together. I said nothing after that.

Two days passed, and tonight was set to be the bachelorette party. And the bachelor’s party. And I had my plans drafted.

Plans no one knew of, not even Emma.

After my run this morning, I heard Papa speaking with Ortega on the phone. Quickly, I copied down the address for the party.

The neon sign stared back at me until Mama’s voice pulled me back. “We have arrived.”

Linda’s bachelorette party was crammed with both humans and vampires, of course it was. A model of the city was getting married.

Mama had forced me to tag along as family, to show support. My gloomy face sneered at her when she welcomed us.

Linda knew I never liked her.

A beep on my phone, and it was what I had been waiting for. After successfully escaping my mama, using Emma as an excuse, I proceeded.

Loud sounds of blasting music echoed through the stall I was in. I looked at my reflection in the mirror again.

“You can do this,” I murmur.

Dressed as a stripper, I made my way into the club where his bachelor’s party was holding.

This was never my first time in a club, so I skillfully moved past the dancing crowd, straight to the VVIP section.

The moment my gaze found him, a ripple of jealousy coursed through me. He was shirtless, wearing only black pants, while a stripper danced on him.

Grant, on the other hand, was so drunk. Everyone was drunk. They were all yelling in excitement. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air.

Suddenly, like destiny, Ortega looked my way — and our eyes met.

I flinched, but then I remembered: the mask on my face and the wig I wore concealed my true identity.

Like a magnet, he moved toward me and grabbed my waist. “You were paid to dance, not stand there with such a hot body.”

Great. He was drunk.

Suddenly, he pulled me to the center of the room. “I found this gorgeous piece by the corner!” he yelled, laughing.

“Get down! Get down! Get down!”

Everyone began to chant, including my brother, Grant — unaware of who was behind the mask.

Everything happened so quickly; one minute I was standing, and the next, I was on him, his hands pinning me down, grinding my ass on his crotch.

“Show me what you've got, sexy!” he yells into my ear, accompanied by a spank to my butt.

I refuse to speak; with my voice Ortega would know it was me, so I nod instead, then begin to roll my hips on him.

“Damn girl, just like that,” he growls.

I become daring and begin to kiss his chest down to his nipple now. The music, the light, the situation—everything fuels me right now.

He growls, then grabs my neck. He looks deep into my eyes, and it's almost as if he sees my soul. My heart skips.

“Blow job! Blow job!”

The chants increased now. I flushed, looking away, but he grabbed my head, a smirk on his lips.

“Come on, Ortega… It's your last night of fun!” Grant screams. A part of me was anxious, but I knew this would happen before I signed up.

“They want a show; can you give them one?” He growled for only me to hear.

I nodded slowly before I moved to unbuckle his pants; the cheers erupted, but our eyes never left one another.

In seconds his already hard dick was exposed; the men went crazy as I took his tip in.

Soon he was grabbing my hair, lips parted in groans as pleasure wrecked him. The tongue game was one of my expertise, and when I licked his tip, he pushed further into my throat.

“Fuck, that's it…” he moans. His friends were going crazy, some of them already having fun with the other girls. It was like an orgy.

“Enough… come here.” He pulled me up to straddle him now. He almost came between.

“Just fuck already!” Grant and the others cheered; I looked away from my brother.

“You want to?” a drunk Ortega asks, and I nod, already prepared. I had no underwear on, so I sink down on his amazing cock.

We both moan, and then I move slowly now. “You feel so good and familiar,” he groans My pace increased now; I was so wet as I rode him hard and fast, his cock was just so perfect.

He grabbed my waist now, fucking me from underneath. I bit my lip hard, holding back my moans, yet slight sounds still escaped me.

“That's my boy! Fuck that pussy until it comes!” Grant and others yell excitedly.

It went on for minutes, until I could hardly bear it as a scream tore through me. I was so close.

Ortega paused immediately. I whimpered, with the pleasure so high I kept bouncing on his cock until my orgasm ripped through me.

“Ahhhh, fuck!”

I grind down on his thick meat, shivering and trembling until I'm relaxed.

Two pairs of green eyes observed me now, his face unreadable. “You stupid girl.”

“This is the best fuck I've ever had, Ortega,”

He growled low, his eyes flashing to someone. I follow his gaze to my brother, who was already hooked up with two strippers.

“You do realize, if you are recognized, we'll both lose our fangs.”

“Fuck me, please,” was all I said, now moving on his still erect dick. He groaned, then palmed my ass.

“You just got fucked in front of your brother, Ria.”

I rolled my eyes at the blissful feeling of his cock; as he let me take control now.

“I want you to do it again; I don't care.”

“Fuck! Ria, you are an unsatisfied, obsessed, sweet little whore.” He sucked on my exposed nipple now. “You are so smitten by this cock, aren't you?”

He was on his feet suddenly, strong hands grabbing my butt tightly, my hands wrapping around his neck now.

“Yes, oh yes, I'm so mesmerized by your cock.”

I lose control as he fucks me in this position; the sounds of our clapping flesh echo over the music.

“Oh my! Ahh hmm, yes, yes, please fuck me, make this pussy come, please...” I was a mess; every other person in the room disappeared, except us.

“You love how I destroy this cunt in front of your brother, don't you?”

“Yes…yes!” I moan shamelessly. Ortega moved to press my back against the wall now while he fucked me hard.

“I'm going to come.”

“Come on Ortega’s cock princess.”

And at his command, I did, a second time for that night.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The crowd cheered, but not me.

Ortega was finally married. According to him, it was a contract one; he desperately wants to be part of the human government, and with Linda, he could get to those heights.

Last night after we escaped to his penthouse, he'd fucked me all night, then explained his reasons.

The happy part was that we had an agreement now: he would fuck me whenever I yearned for him, same applies to me, whenever he called, I would answer.

Not exactly the relationship I wish to have, but it was better than having nothing.

*My room, now!* a text from him, a smile forms on my face, and I reply.

*It's only been an hour since you got married.*

The wedding reception was only getting started, since it was being held in our mansion’s garden.

*I desperately need to eat your cum, Ria. Plus my cock wants your wet, sweet pussy. You have two minutes to get here. And take your panties off.*

Just as I rounded the stairs, she called to me, my new sister-in-law.

“Hi, Ria,” she smiled. I return it, “Thank you for at least pretending to be happy for us. Ortega really loves me, and I him. That's vital enough.”

“Congratulations, Linda.” I walk away.

The bitch had no idea I'd let her husband fuck my asshole last night, and now I was on my way to get my cunt eaten by him on their wedding day.