The Marriage Sacrifice

He couldn’t stop. There was no way he wanted to.

She was incredible.

She was going to be his wife in less than twenty-four hours. He wanted that, not for his company but so he could claim her as his in every single way.

“You’re going to be all mine,” he said. “No other man is going to know how perfect you are. How tight your pussy gets as you ride me, or even those sounds you make. This body is mind, Sage.”

“And you’re mine, Dom.” She cupped his face, taking his lips in a hard kiss.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he held her against him, thrusting up as she drove down. She didn’t break from the kiss, and he felt her pussy tense and pulse as she came on his cock. It wasn’t an orgasm, and before the night was over, he’d make her come so many times there would be no room for doubt tomorrow.

He loved this woman more than he thought it was possible, and there was no chance he could lose her.

Not now. Not that he’d finally found her and knew what love could be.

Chapter Nine

Sage rubbed at her temples and wished her mother would talk a little more quietly. She didn’t know why she was shouting and barking out orders. They were at the church in the dressing area. The dress was on the mannequin and would be on her in a matter of moments.

She had drunk only a couple of glasses of champagne, but that was more than enough to have given her a big headache on her big day.

The press was already outside waiting, and well, there was a huge buzz around this event. She had her picture taken, and at her mother’s insistence her father had taken the not-so-flattering images away.

Everything always had to be perfect for them.

For Sage, not so much. Like last night. Her bachelorette party with Dom. It hadn’t been conventional. She’d spent it with the one man she was going to be spending the rest of her life with. She had loved it. Remembering his striptease had been a joy. She really did adore him.

Dom wasn’t how she thought he would be. There was so much more to him, and it surprised her. Especially as she believed there was a small chance she had fallen in love with him.

Not just a little bit either, no, that was wrong of her.

She was completely in love with him.

“I knew I should have stayed with you last night,” her mother said, standing in front of her.

“It’s fine, Mom, really.”

“No, it’s not. This is your big day. The only day you’re going to get, and you have a right to love it.”

Sage groaned. “Please, don’t. Okay. Don’t make me feel guilty for being me and for not wanting to jump through all of your unnecessary crap. I’m going to marry Dominick today. Can we just leave it at that?”

“Good. I don’t want to argue with you. Now, up, up, up. It’s time you got ready.”

She had been given her short reprieve. She hadn’t vomited, and now it was time to fit her into her dress and then deal with her hair.

For an hour, she had to listen to her mother snap out orders while she was poked, prodded, denied food, and just made miserable all in the name of looking the part as a Boyle.

By the time they were finished, Sage was relieved. If another person actually touched her, she was going to scream. No doubt about it. She was done with all the touching stuff. The bridesmaids were all waiting outside.

She didn’t know who they were, and they’d not been with her in getting dressed. Just her mother, the dressmaker, and the makeup artist.

All had done a job, and now she was ready to become a wife.

“It’s time,” her father said, knocking on the door.

Her mother cupped her face. “You are a beautiful bride. I do wish you had dieted, and then you wouldn’t have such a chubby face.”

“Mom!”

“Fine, fine. I’m so proud of you.”

She was getting married, and this was all it took to make her mother proud? She forced a smile to her lips.

The door to her room opened and she looked at her father. He stepped into the room.

“Hey, Dad, how do I look?”

“Beautiful.” He moved toward her, cupping her cheeks. This had to be the first time either of her parents had showed her any kind of affection. She didn’t push them away, just took what they had to offer, no matter how fleeting. “Are you ready?”

“Would it matter if I said no?”

“Not to me, but to others it might.”

She thought about Dom. “Yes, I’m ready.”

That morning, before he had left, he’d kissed her hard.

“I’ll be the guy in the tux, waiting for you, hoping you don’t run away.”

“I won’t run away. You’ll see me coming. All in white.”