MARRIED TO MY STRANGER

MARRIED TO MY STRANGER

EXOTIC LUST

ONE: THE WEDDING PARTY

Walking down the aisle felt like the greatest thing Mia Dante had ever done, she was seething with anger.

She took one step at a time and lifted her head to the crowd before her, her mother Mrs Dante was giving her a bright smile while her father just sat beside her, his arms folded, and his expression was blank.

They were both seated with the groom's parents at a large table at the right corner of the hall.

The hall was exotic with soft lighting, and elegant chandeliers.

The hall is adorned with flowers, drapes, and sophisticated details.

Mia Dante and Lorenzo Alessandro were designed into different posters and adorned on each table.

"Why will they spend so much on a fake wedding?" Mia wondered, her questions were answered as she spotted paparazzi. Dozens of them at the end corner of the room, their cameras flashing at every scene.

She forced a dazzling smile. A picture-perfect bride walking into a nightmare.

Fake smiles. Fake love. Fake marriage.

I have a feeling she'll behave well, " Mrs Alessandro, Mia's mother-in-law, remarked.

Mrs Dante rolled her eyes.

" Of course. She was trained well, I just hope she's treated well " Mrs Dante said in the most polite manner she could use, she was boiling inside, she hoped her husband could give their daughter the choice to choose her life partner.

She couldn't do much to convince her husband and Mia hated that the most, she hated that her mother had accepted the proposal so quickly.

They should have stood against him, perhaps, maybe she wouldn't be walking this goddamn aisle.

She reached the altar and looked up straight into Leonardo's eye. Her so-called husband locked eyes and tension seemed to build between them, he had a strong jawline, prominent cheekbones, and a straight nose.

He has piercing eyes that sparkle brightly with smooth radiant skin and a healthy complexion, his hair is well-groomed and it frames his face

" Is this fate?" She questioned herself.

Who could have ever thought the man she had a one-night stand with, a few weeks ago would turn out to be her groom?

Her father's CEO. Was it planned? Was she the target?

"Let the bride and the groom exchange vows" the priest's voice jotted Mia out of her thoughts

"Can we skip that part?" Leonardo said only to the priest hearing and he quickly nodded

Mia studied him for a while "Why is he doing this?

"What good is their marriage going to get him?" she pondered.

They proceeded to sign the marriage contract and it was done.

At the after party. Mrs. Alessandro approached her Smile more darling, you're officially part of the Alessandro family ". Mia widened her smile.

Though it felt like she was cracking.

She looked down at her dress and she sighed.

She wished she'd worn the dress her best friend Bianca picked out, but she refused.

Instead, She chose a blue gown that flowed heavily to the ground.

She left her mother-in-law with a gentle bow and walked to the center of the room to meet Leonardo.

They swayed to the soft music, his arms encircling her waist, Mia bit her lips hard as she controlled herself not to stare at him.

"It's just for a few years Mia, I don't intend to get married too, let's just pretend for five years," he said into her ears and she stiffened.

"How could you play with my life for five years? I will find my way out of this marriage, I won't dance to your tunes I promise you" Mia whispered back to his ear

"Don't think of finding your way out of this marriage, Mia," he stated.

He smiled and wrapped his hand tightly around her waist.

"I bet my touches make you have Deja Vu, Mrs. Mia Alessandro" he replied and she forgot how to breathe for a second.

"Don't call me that" she snapped.

He leaned in, voice low. "Trust me, darling, I don't want this either," he said and Mia noticed his eyes were fixed on someone, she looked back and it was a man in his fifties, The resemblance was unmistakable.

"They are family, " but the man was cold, Distant and older.

"We don't need to go on with a couple of nights tonight right, we did that just a few weeks ago see ya wifey," he said into her ear and removed his hands from her waist, he gave her a peck on her forehead and left her on the dancefloor.

Mia stood alone on the dance floor. Her breath caught in her chest.

She watched him smile at the guests as if nothing happened.

"Mia" Bianca her best friend called and Mia turned to her.

" Sly bet you love how I ended up right? I will never let you know I found out the truth Bianca, let's play our cards well" Mia thought and masked her hatred with a smile.

"You must be such a tired baby girl, I wish I could carry the weight of the dress for you, " Bianca said and took my hand in hers.

"I'm happy for you," she continued.

Mia smiled at her and gently removed her hand from Bianca's grip

"I would like to attend to more guests, hope you don't mind," Mia Said and Bianca nodded

Bianca narrowed her brows as Mia left.

" Why is she acting strange " she thought but shrugged it off, she was probably just stressed.

She glanced around and frowned. "Could Luca ever pull something this extravagant"? she thought and bit her lips.

Mia looked around her and she smiled bitterly. Her father who signed a marriage contract without her consent, her mother who stayed silent, her mother-in-law? Probably planning to make her life hell, And Bianca–her best friend who betrayed her.

Then there's him. The man from one night. Now her husband.

She was too weak to get herself out of this mess, she knew accepting the marriage contract her father suddenly brought home was going to be a thorn in her life, but she was helpless.

The camera flashes repeatedly in her eyes.

"No, Mia, not now–" but her feet were numb.

But the floor rushes up.

Gasps echo around her and darkness takes her.

TWO: BROKEN

FEW WEEKS AGO

"Luca!".

A voice rang out, it echoed through the restaurant, and every head turned towards the entrance.

Luca's eye twitched as he looked up. He is a young-looking guy with a pointed nose and an oval-shaped head, he stared earnestly at the figure at the entrance.

"Mia..." he muttered, lips barely moving.

His hold tightened on the glass cup and he bit his lips hard as he stared at her.

It was true. Whoever tipped her off hadn't lied.

He was right here in a god-damned restaurant with a red-haired in front of him when he was supposed to be out of the country, she fucking bade him goodbye at the airport hours ago

Her legs trembled. She took a step forward, heart hammering, palms soaked in sweat. Still Luca didn't move. He just sat there, staring at her like a puppet without strings.

He didn't care.

He doesn't give a damn if she caught him cheating, he long since lost spark for her, they were probably done ages ago.

That realization hit harder than the betrayal itself, she stopped moving.

Her heart thump fast against her chest , reality hit her hard , her legs shook in her high heels.

She swallowed hard, and it tasted so bitter. A broken smile tugged at her lips, her eyes reddened instantly as tears threatened to fall.

"It hurts," she whispered to herself, barely audible.

He was a jerk till the end, every stare around her stings, still he didn't look away. Neither did the red-haired She just sat there too, knowing. They both knew. but why wouldn't she turn around to look at her?

It dawned on her again, she had been the only one left in the dark, he had been playing her all along.

Nah! he wouldn't let him see her tears, she turned back abruptly and like a madman, she ran out of the restaurant.

It was a hotel. Thank God. She stumbled into the bar, grabbed a stool, and collapsed on it.

She finally broke down, raw sobs wracking her body.

A helpless soul.

She poured herself a drink and gulped it down

"That heartless bastard, that nonchalant fool that loser " she slurred, voice cracking.

"I loved you, Luca, thanks for ruining me bastard" she yelled and poured herself another drink.

"AAh she cried

Time blurred. Bottles piled around her. Her heart felt hollow.

She brought out her phone from her pocket and dialed a number it rang but there was no answer, she smiled painfully and dialed another number and it went through.

"Mia?" the voice called.

No response.

"Mia, are you okay?"

No response

"Talk to me, Mia, why aren't you saying anything...

"Bianca ...I.. he cheated "That's all that it takes for her to burst into tear

She didn't wait for a reply before ending the call.

"you could cry yourself into a coma and he wouldn't ." her mind whispered bitter truths.

She hiccupped, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and stood up, she staggered continuously as she walked to an unknown destination inside the hotel.

She stumbled, laughing and crying in turns as she made her way to the elevator, she entered and pressed a button unconsciously and she fell to the floor.

A few minutes later, the elevator stopped and she dragged herself out. She didn't know exactly where she was going.

She just wanted to be away from this version of herself, she wanted Luca to regret everything.

A wrong turn landed her at the door of a suite and she started to bang at the door continuously.

"Mom, open the door, I am home ...

"Mom, open up or I might just faint here" she screamed at the top of her voice as she pouted her lips.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man appeared.

Mia stopped screaming and smiled brightly at him.

"Oh, you are not mama?" she brushed past him without waiting for permission and entered the suite, she walked straight to the sofa and slept off instantly.

His brows knit into a harsh scowl.

"What the hell?" he muttered and dialed a number, the call was picked up instantly.

" An intruder, come get her out" he muttered, he had a deep-toned voice.

Immediately after he ended the call, Mia suddenly stood up back and broke into another round of tears.

She looks up at the man in the room and pins her lips together.

"Would you like to have sex with me?" she blurted out and the man frowned Intensely.

"I know I sound weird right now, but can you ..." she whispered, eyes glassy.

He stared earnestly at her and rolled his eyes "What the deuce is she saying?".

"Watch your words, young lady. You don't know what you're asking for," he said and walked towards the mini-bar behind the sitting room, he picked up a cigarette and lit it up.

Mia stood up and went to him.

"I just want to end it... can you...I'm a virgin, is that tempting enough ". Her voice cracking under the weight of desperation.

"You are drunk," he said.

"Am not ..." she clarified.

The man scrutinized the lady in front of him and narrowed his eyes. Whatever she was going through to make her want to make this rash decision was none of his business, but she was beautiful, her puffy red eyes and her messy hair couldn't hide that fact.

"You should leave ... "He was about to say when Mia let loose her dress, her red lingerie was the only thing remaining on her.

"curvy" was an understatement, she was perfect.

"Red..." The man growled, Mia was too far gone to question the strange intensity in his voice.

He moves closer to her and closes the gap between them.

"You brought this upon yourself young lady" he whispered to her ear and before she could process what he meant, his lips were on her neck and his fingers were on her bra strap, pulling against it.

THREE: A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Mia closed her eyes as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Tonight, she was letting everything go-her love for Luca, the memories they'd built, the virginity she'd saved for him, was no longer sacred.

They had kissed, but never crossed that line and now, she was crossing it with a stranger whose name she didn't even know. She was about to give it away. Not out of desire, but defiance.

She had saved it for him-for the man who promised forever.

How she wished she could film this moment with this stranger and let him see how painful it felt to see the raw ache of betrayal.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of fabric tearing, it was her panties.

Mia gasped but said nothing.

Her body trembled. Her heart throbbed with pain, not lust.

She was stark naked, in front of a stranger, and he felt his eyes on her. A warm hiss escaped his lips.

Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms and headed into his bedroom.

"Close your eyes," he said, and she obeyed.

"I want this," Mia whispered, breath hitching.

She felt him leave the bedroom to undress, he came back to her

"Wait..." she whispered faintly, but he paused.

"Say stop, and I will. I need your yes" His voice came low and husky.

She nodded. " Yes...".

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

Her lips quivered, but she nodded. "Yes."

That was all he needed.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently as if handling something fragile.

She felt his absence briefly before he returned, placing something beside her-soft fabric... leather.

A blindfold.

Her breath hitched again.

"Trust me?" he asked.

She hesitated. Everything in her screamed no. But her body... betrayed her. Her voice came out quiet, broken.

"Yes."

He slid the blindfold over her eyes, stealing her sight. She heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed.

Mia felt him join her on the bed and she stiffened a bit, he held both her hands up far above her head as he buried his face in her neck, he was licking her skin off.

Mia suddenly felt relaxed as she succumbed to his touches, she felt him nibble on her collarbone.

A moan slipped her lips.

He tried kisses from her neck down to the middle of her breast and he stopped.

He held both her breasts in his two hands and His lips closed over one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. Pleasure rippled through her, unexpected and intense.

Ocean was already forming beneath her.

Her legs clenched together as heat coiled low in her belly.

She moaned carelessly as her hand tangled his silky hair, her hips acting recklessly as they rotated around arousal.

She nearly lost it, but he stopped, he smirked against her skin.

Then, he pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" She whimpered.

He didn't answer. Instead, He stared down at her body and his eyes darkened, she was perfect, and his brains recoiled he placed a kiss on her belly button and trailed it down, her breath hung in the air as she felt his hot breath over her most intimate spot, her entire body froze.

"What is he doing?

He placed both hands on her breast and tickled it softly for a while, he smirked again and his tongue made contact.

She let out a shrill moan, her fingers curling in the sheets. He licked her with purpose, teasing her clit with slow, maddening strokes. Her gasps turned into moans.

He increased his tongue pace as he circled her clit and teases softly with his teeth, she kept gasping for breath, it was too much for her to take in.

He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking her with it until her world shattered.

She came hard. His mouth did not stop until she was completely undone.

He gave her a naughty peck and lifted his face to her breast, he took it in and played with it for a while, before releasing her to gasp for air, she was almost numb beneath him and was trembling.

He hovered over her and leaned into her ears.

"You taste like sin," he whispered, his voice like velvet laced with fire.

Her breath caught. Her chest heaved. She wanted to say something-anything-but her voice was gone.

Then, softly, "Will you let go with me tonight?"

A shiver ran through her. This was insane. She barely knew him. And yet...

Mia was ashamed yet liberated, her emotions were tangled with betrayal and raw pain.

"Yes," she said again, her voice no longer trembling.

That was all it took for him to flip her over gently, raising her on her knees, Her blindfold remained in place, and he stretched her hand over her head.

His hands caressed her hips, then her ass, before he positioned himself at her entrance.

She stiffened.

"Breathe," he murmured. "Tell me to stop if it's too much

And then he pushed in slowly.

Pain shot through her like fire. She shrieked, and he stopped for a while, trying to allow her to adjust.

He paused immediately.

"I can stop," he said softly.

She bit her lip, swallowing the pain. "No. Just... go slow."

He resumed with slow, deliberate movements. Her body ached, stretched to accommodate him,

but she couldn't adjust, it was too painful, he slowly entered her and he continued the slow pace as blood trickled down her thighs.

She cried loudly, her voice shaking, but he didn't stop, a few more slow paces and he smashed inside her.

Something warm. Something consuming.

Her cries turned from pain to pleasure. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room.

"Fuck" he groaned and hasten his pace, he bent over her and place kisses on her back.

He rode inside her crazily and she screamed at the top of her voice, goosebumps ran crazily over Mia, as she drifted slowly away from pain to pleasure, it was bittersweet, far more than ecstasy she moaned so loud her voice cracked it got reduced to a muffled sound.

Mia, once broken and betrayed, now lost herself in the intensity of sensation. Her body moved with his, drowning new-founded pleasure

. He leaned over, whispering filth and praise in her ear, kissing the sweat on her back.

"I want more," she moaned.

And he gave it to her-relentlessly.

When they finally came together, it was explosive-wild and raw and messy.

Afterward, he loses her blindfold. Her limbs fell limp against him, his release still dripping from between her thighs.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips.

She looked at him-barely able to keep her eyes open. But something had changed inside her.

She had let go of the pain, of Enzo.

"Thank you," she whispered, and her limp weakened against the sheet.

TBC