The Marriage Sacrifice

When Dom came, she felt every single kick and pulse as he filled her with his cum.

Afterward, he collapsed against her, kissing her lips.

She closed her eyes and wondered what the hell she had done. This wasn’t proving they weren’t compatible as a married couple. This was the complete opposite and not what she had hoped.

Her body was alive, and there was no denying she wanted him again.

She was screwed in every single sense of the word.

****

Having sex with Sage had been incredible, but it wasn’t what Dom had planned when he brought her back to his place.

Running his hand down her arm, he smiled at her, seeing the blush stain her cheeks.

“You’ve gone all embarrassed on me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that in my life,” she said. She pressed her hands against her face, and he didn’t want her hiding from him.

“Don’t be like that.”

“We’ve never had sex before,” she said.

“Sage, this was going to happen eventually.”

“No, it wasn’t. You’re the party animal, and I’m the boring one.”

“You think you’re boring?”

“I know I’m boring. You’ve met me,” she said. “What was all this about?”

“I wanted us to have some food.”

“That’s it? That’s all you planned?”

He nodded. “Watch a movie maybe. Not even a porno.”

“This is bad.”

“Why is it bad?”

“Because we’re getting married.”

He laughed again. “Seriously, what is so bad about that?”

She sat up, sliding across to the edge of the bed. “I was hoping I could prove my parents that if we were so incompatible, they wouldn’t go through with our wedding.”

“That hasn’t been the case though,” he said.

“Think about it, Dom.”

“I have thought about it.”

“You’ve got a new woman on your arm every single night.”

“I had a new woman, Sage. Had. The key word, past tense. I don’t have a new woman. I have you.” He stroked a finger down her arm, needing to touch her.

“This is … insane.”

“Why don’t we take it one day at a time? One night at a time.” He didn’t have a long time to make this work with Sage. He needed to bombard her with feelings. She was attracted to him, so that was a plus for him, but attraction only went so far, and he wasn’t new to this game. His stomach rumbled. “I still need to eat, and how are you going to teach me if you don’t show me?”

“You really don’t care about this?”

“I care. I want to do it again, Sage. More than once and twice, but I also want to spend time with you. You think you can do that with me?”

She looked at him. Her lips pressed together. “Yes.”

“Really? You don’t have to sound so excited about it. I know I’m a great catch and all.”

She gave his shoulder a little shove. “Stop it. I know you’re a great guy. I get it. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a bitch here. I guess I’m nervous. You make me nervous.”

“I don’t want to make you anything but comfortable in my company.” He held her hand, kissing her fingers. “That’s all I want.”

“It’s me, I swear. I’m just crazy.”

“There is not a single thing crazy about you, believe me.” He got up and walked toward his drawer at the far side of the room. He opened it up, pulling out a long shirt. “You can’t cook without some kind of protection.” He didn’t want her to think about them not using protection of any kind.

This hadn’t been his intention at all. Her father wanted him to get her pregnant, but this wasn’t the way he wanted to go.

“Awesome.” She took the shirt from him, pulling it over her head. “How do I look?”

“Like you’re ready to cook.”

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.” He pulled her in close and took her lips again. “What can I say, seeing you in my clothes gets me all hot.”

“Next time you can wear mine.”

“Totally.” His stomach growled again.

“That’s my cue to go and feed you.” This time, she kissed his lips. “I’ll let you get cleaned up.”

He watched her go. She really did look good in his shirt, but he felt guilty.

This grave he was digging with her was his own. If she found out the truth, she was going to hate him.

He couldn’t come clean to her about how desperate he was for this marriage. His company needed it. She wouldn’t understand, and now there was a chance she’d be pregnant. The wedding was so close that he couldn’t allow for anything to fuck it up.

Walking into his en-suite bathroom, he gripped the sink. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth and tried to stop the guilt from eating away at him. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult or hard.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up tall and opened his eyes.

What he was doing was more than acceptable. Marrying a woman for the family’s money, and also getting her pregnant was a good thing. They were going to be married for a long time.