Chapter Five
“Would you like to take a walk with me?”
Emily looked toward Dom, and she glanced to where she had been heading, which was the library.
It had been three days since he asked her to marry him.
In those three days, she had seen him once.
That had been the following morning, when he gave her the instruction to move all of her stuff into his room. She’d been quite surprised by the request, but she’d done it anyway.
Since then, she hadn’t seen him nor slept against him, or known what he’d been doing.
She was starting to think she had dreamed the whole proposal and the sex, or the foreplay, or whatever he wanted to call it.
She hadn’t even known he returned home.
Each morning, she went about her day, exactly like the last.
She’d arrive downstairs, with the intention of serving him breakfast, only to find him gone.
The table would be set for her where she’d eat, and then go and enjoy her day.
She spent most of the time reading. She never thought she could get tired of reading.
Now, glancing over at him, going for a walk seemed like the best idea in the world.
“I’d love to.”
She wasn’t kidding about being trapped in the house, only being allowed to leave when Dom allowed it.
The soldiers around his house just wouldn’t budge, no matter what she said to them.
They would not allow her to leave, and it was fine—at least that was what she kept telling herself.
Stepping toward him, she couldn’t help but feel that flutter in the pit of her stomach, just from looking at him.
“You’re back,” she said.
Emily couldn’t help but tense as he reached out and cupped her cheek.
“Why did you do that?”
Dom asked.
He didn’t move. He still had a hand on her cheek.
“Do what?”
“Flinch!”
He didn’t look happy.
“I … ugh, I guess I don’t know. Erm, maybe I thought you were going to, ugh, you know, kill me.”
Both hands cupped her face and forced her to look at him. She stared into his eyes, and she didn’t want to look away.
“You’re going to be my wife, and I will not hurt you, Emily. I will not kill you. Being my wife guarantees your safety.”
And with that, he pressed his lips to hers, and she couldn’t help but melt against him.
Each touch felt even better than the one before. Emily wanted to keep her eyes open, to look at him, and she knew that was wrong. This man was a cold-blooded killer, someone she should be afraid of, and yet he made her melt at each look, each touch, each time he said her name.
The guttural sound of “Emily”
rolling off his tongue just aroused her. Also, he had been kind to her. She didn’t know why he’d kidnapped her. She figured it was the hatred between her father and him, and this was his way for revenge.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
And with that, he took possession of her lips. All nervousness left her.
Was she still a lame doormat? Probably, but right now, with those firm lips against hers, she could handle just about anything he had to throw at her. She felt like flicking her leg right up, like they seemed to do in the movies. Yep, she was still lame, but now for other reasons.
Dom broke the kiss first, and then took her hand, and they started to walk outside. The sun was shining, which was why she had picked the white summer dress she found in the wardrobe, which she now shared with Dom.
Everything was changing so fast, she struggled to keep up.
They walked outside, and that was when she was surprised to see a small decked area near the main garden, with a couple of seats, a table, along with food.
“I wanted to take you to lunch, but seeing as my chef is the best in the city, I figured you wouldn’t mind eating outside.”
It looked so romantic and so perfect, right out of her novels. Was Dom being romantic? She didn’t want to get her hopes up. This was not a love match, but a sex match, perhaps, maybe. What kind of man gave a marriage ultimatum? It wasn’t exactly something she had heard of. Dom wanted to marry her, and she was more than willing to do it, just so they could have sex. It sounded crazy and insane, and yet she was doing it.
“This is … incredible.”
“I’ve got several wedding dresses arriving this afternoon,”
Dom said, as he helped her into her chair.
“You have?”
“Yes, your mother will also be arriving, along with my soldiers as well as my staff. We’re getting married here.”
This was news to her.
“My mother?”
she asked.
“Yes.”
“You know my mother?”
Dom was silent as he moved to sit opposite her. “I don’t know her all that well, but we are acquainted.”
She nodded her head and then frowned. “Wait, how is this possible?”
“She knows who I am.”
She held her hand up and shook her head. “No, I’m not talking about how she knows you. I’m talking about the fact that she knows I am here with you and you kidnapped me.”
Dom smiled. There was something going on here, and she knew she didn’t have the whole story, probably not even part of the story. Nothing seemed to make sense at this moment.
“What’s going on?”
she asked.
Dom sighed. “You know your father hasn’t called me requesting any ransom or anything.”
She felt her cheeks heat. It wasn’t lost on her that her father didn’t give a shit about her. “So? I’m guessing he knows where I am and figures you will get bored.”
“He was going to sell you,” Dom said.
“What?”
“That is why I took you. Your mother knew what he was doing. I don’t know how she knew, but she found out, and she didn’t like it. She reached out to me and asked that I take care of her daughter. A few years ago, she helped me, and it was my turn to help her. She didn’t want her daughter sold to anyone.”
This was all news to her. Her mother helping Dom. Her father wanting to sell her.
“How?”
Emily asked.
“Your virginity.”
She couldn’t help but open her eyes wide. “My virginity?”
“Your father wanted to sell it, had every intention of selling it. Several billionaire businessmen will pay a fortune for a virgin. You were on the chopping block. Blonde hair, blue eyes, virginal, there is high demand for you.”
She opened her mouth and closed it.
“And you came to save me?”
she asked.
“I returned a favor.”
“What did my mom do?”
“She made me aware of a deal that was happening. I know I’m not a good man, I don’t claim to be, but I have a set of morals. Your father was attempting to manipulate those morals. Nora … sent me guidance, and I told her that anything she wanted would be hers. Three months ago, she called me, asked if I was willing to keep my word. That is when she told me what she knew was happening. She didn’t want you sold. That was why she got out of that life, but she knew you wanted a relationship with your father.”
Emily rubbed at her temple. “I’m a fool.”
“You’re not a fool.”
“I’m not? Look at the mess I nearly got into.”
She shook her head. “Only a fool would get into that crazy kind … ugh, I should have known. He didn’t care about me one bit growing up.” She felt so stupid. “You must think I am a fool.”
“I don’t.”
She laughed. “Please, I was so desperate for my father’s love that I was blinded and nearly got sold for sex. Maybe this is karma for the porn I’ve watched.”
“Or maybe you’re just unlucky when it comes to your parents.”
She wanted to burst into tears. “Please tell me he is not coming to our wedding?”
“I would not have that man on my property, unless I was to kill him.”
Emily stared at him and felt her mouth go dry. “Why marry me?”
“Why not?”
“You hate my father so much and yet you’re willing to marry his only daughter. It makes no sense.”
Dom looked at her and then covered her hand with his. “You’re nothing like your father, and there is no reason to compare yourself to him.”
And that was that.
It was a lot to take in. More than she thought was possible.
So, her captor was in fact her savior.
She was not going to fall in love with him.
****
“You do not have to marry my daughter,”
Nora said, coming out into the garden.
Dom looked at the beautiful woman, and there was no denying Nora was beautiful, but he also saw the calculating look behind those amazing eyes.
“I want to marry your daughter.”
“So you can rub it in Nigel’s face?”
“Nigel has nothing to do with this.”
Nora chuckled. “You know he is running scared.”
“This is not my problem.”
“True. Emily is not your problem, and yet we’re here in this situation. You’re going to marry Emily, and you forget that I know your true hatred for her father. You’re not planning on hurting her, are you?”
“No,” he said.
“I asked you to take care of her as a favor.”
“I am taking care of her. Do you think if I let her escape, your husband is going to allow her to go back to her life? That’s not how this works. He owes men a blonde virgin. Right now, Emily fits the bill.”
Nora looked at him with wide eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am. Nigel is a lot of things and a survivor is one of them. He would trade his daughter for his own life.”
“Is that what this is about? Keeping Emily safe?”
Nora asked.
“Go to your daughter, Nora. Remember, you will be leaving at the end of the night.”
Nora sighed. “Yes, I know.”
It looked like she wanted to say something more, but Dom was not interested. He wanted Emily to have a wedding to remember. He’d given her the chance to organize as much as she wanted.
She’d been the one to pick out the vanilla cake with strawberry filling and vanilla frosting. It looked delicious. She opted for the colorful flowers in so many different types that he didn’t know them all. He was not a gardener. He hired a man to take care of his landscape and garden.
Emily had also chosen a wedding dress, and it had been fitted within the past week. And most of the week, he had avoided going to bed.
The first night he slept with Emily would be the night he took her virginity. He was determined to stick to his deal, and she was so much temptation, he had to put himself out of range of touching her. He wanted her body against his. To feel her soft, supple flesh in the palms of his hands. Her full tits, ripe and heavy, ready for his mouth, or for him to press them together and get her to suck his cock. There was so much he wanted to explore.
Emily was not shy about what she wanted, and he wanted to give her everything.
The priest was standing at his station, and he already told the band that the moment they saw Emily, they were to start playing. The moment they did, he turned toward the end of the aisle. His garden had been made into the perfect place to get married. His men were there to keep an eye on the celebration and to act as witnesses.
He didn’t have any friends or business associates he wanted near Emily. She was too pure, too good to tarnish with his past, and who he was. There would be time to introduce her as his wife, but that didn’t have to be today.
He’d never considered himself a selfish man. But Emily seemed to evoke a lot of feelings within him he didn’t know he was capable of.
He watched her veiled form come toward him. Her mother walked her down the aisle, and when they got to him, he stepped forward, lifted the veil, and then stared into her shocking blue eyes.
The dress she had chosen was stunning. It molded to her breasts and waist, and seemed to flare out in a trail around the back. The bodice was molded across her breasts, and it didn’t show any cleavage, but left everything to the imagination. He was pleased it was warm, as the sleeves were thin and he didn’t want her to get cold.
Emily looked nervous, and he offered her a smile, then they moved to stand in front of the priest. The priest began to talk, but he wasn’t listening.
Instead, he looked at his beautiful bride. They had both agreed to not say any vows, and it wasn’t long before he was able to kiss the bride. Pulling her into his arms, he took possession of her lips and knew he’d given her a promise for later.
With so few guests, there was only a small round of applause, and Emily laughed.
Nora came to offer their congratulations, and kissed each of them on the cheek. “I hope you have a long and happy marriage,”
Nora said.
For the rest of the day, as there was only Nora as the true guest and a few soldiers, he allowed them to stay, have a few dances with Nora, and some food. All the time, he was aware of Emily at his side. When Nora insisted on them dancing, Emily kicked off her heels, and they stepped into the zone allocated for dancing.
“You look stunning,” Dom said.
“Thank you.”
He leaned in close so his mouth was against her ear. “I can’t wait to tear it off your body.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and he couldn’t help but smile.
That was what he wanted, to keep teasing her, and then she surprised him. She gripped his shoulders, lifted up onto her tiptoes, and pressed her lips against his ear. “I want to feel your cock inside me so badly. How much longer do we have to dance?”
He was not expecting that, and this time he pulled back.
“I want you,” she said.
“Party’s over,” he said.
There was a shock, but he didn’t linger. There was no reason for anyone to stop him, and right there, in front of everyone, he thrust Emily right over his shoulder, carried her from the garden, and went straight inside his home. He knew he could rely on his men to get Nora home.
No one stopped him as he walked her upstairs. She let out a growl. “I can walk.”
He was not letting her go. The moment he got to his room, he slammed the door closed, put her on her feet, and then cupped her face.
Within seconds, his lips were on hers, and he kissed her hard, not wanting to let her go. Emily was already pulling on his shirt, trying to get it over his head. The dress she wore was stunning, but he could buy her another wedding dress if her heart desired. He tore through the fabric of the dress to get it off her body as quickly as possible. She let out a cry, and he growled against her lips.
She tried to tug his shirt open, but he took over, removing it and tossing it to the side. The lingerie she wore was sheer, sexy, and he removed them in an instant.
Pushing her toward the bed, he made sure she fell against the covers, and he advanced toward her. With her legs spread, she looked so fucking stunning, her virgin cunt on display.
“Spread those lips, let me see what I’m about to fuck,” he said.
He stepped away from the bed, and he had no choice but to give her some space, as he had to remove his trousers. With his rock-hard cock, he knew it was going to be difficult, but he eased the zipper past his erection, gritting his teeth.
She let out a moan, and he shoved his boxer briefs down. As he got naked, she held the lips of her sex, spreading herself open for him to see. She looked stunning, her clit slightly swollen, and he saw how wet she was. His mouth watered. His cock was rock-hard.
Advancing toward the bed, he sunk to his knees, slid his hands under her ass, and dragged her down the bed, toward his waiting mouth. Taking her clit between his teeth, he bit down just a little to make her cry out and to cause the right kind of pain, and then he covered her nub with his tongue, easing it.
He brought her to the peak of orgasm and was tempted to thrust her over the edge, but he wanted to keep her hungry for more. This was going to hurt.
Letting go of her pussy, he knew it was time to take her precious cherry. He moved the blankets out of the way and got her to hold her legs up, which she did. Dom settled between her legs, took his length, with the tip already leaking pre-cum, and stroked through her slit, nudging her clit. Her moans filled the air. He slid down, lining the tip to her core, and then stared into her eyes.
“This is going to hurt,” he said.