The Doctor's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Amy Brent

  Judging by the look on his face, I could tell he wanted to thrust inside me, wanted to fuck me hard. But he moved slowly, deliberately taking his time, savoring the sensation of my tight pussy closing in around his cock.

  Because of the wetness from both my natural juices and from his mouth, it hurt far less than I had expected it to. There was some pain, yes, but it was a good type of pain. Pleasure mixed with pain – which only heightened the sensations and made them all the more potent. I held onto Deacon and gasped as he entered me, finally filling me up completely.

  Eyes wide, I stared up at him, shocked at the feeling of it all. I'd never had been filled up so completely, not like this. No toy had ever come close. And the warmth of his body, the warmth of his cock deep inside of me – it was all so surreal.

  Slowly, Deacon started moving back and forth, in and out of me. Fucking me. He looked at me and I could see the concern in his eyes – he was worried about hurting me. I smiled at him and moaned as he kept moving in and out. This was it. I was having sex. I was giving myself to a man and it wasn't Tony.

  Just knowing that made me feel so happy. So – victorious. In control. It was an empowering feeling that I relished every bit as much as the feeling of having Deacon's cock inside of me.

  “Fuck, you're tight,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes shut tightly.

  “Never been with a virgin before?” I asked.

  “Not that I'm aware of,” he said, his voice more gravely than normal. “But damn, you feel amazing.”

  And he felt amazing too. Once the initial pain wore off, the pleasure hit me with the force of a sledgehammer. Deacon was able to speed up, moving in and out of me with such ease, building a rhythm that worked for us. Our bodies were moving in unison – I rose up to meet each of his thrusts, burying him deeper inside of me. This was all so new. So raw. So magical. And yet, with Deacon, it felt so normal. So natural. So – perfect.

  And when that familiar tingling started low in my belly, that heat rising up from below, I knew I wasn't going to last very much longer. He'd brought me to that brink again with such ease that I felt like I was still trying to catch my breath from the last orgasm he'd given me.

  “I'm going to come, Deacon,” I cried out, digging my nailes into his back and writhing underneath him.

  How he managed to keep himself inside of me while I squirmed so much, I had no clue. But he somehow managed to continue thrusting in and out of me, keeping a rhythm that was driving me absolutely crazy.

  His breathing was growing more and more ragged though, and I sensed he was also close. As I came, my pussy clenched tighter around him and he let out a groan from deep within his chest, burying himself into me even deeper than before. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as he shuddered above me, his eyes shut tight as he filled me with his seed.

  The warmth from his cum caused me to come again, and this time, I couldn't hold back the screams. I let it out, calling his name over and over again as together, we came.

  EMELIA

  Deacon and I spent a few more days in that cabin, and after we'd found a way to occupy ourselves, I really didn't care if we ever went back to the city. I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't be sleeping with the enemy. And I knew that I should go back to my family, but my father was the one who'd used me as property – essentially trading me as part of a business deal.

  At least with Deacon, I knew what he was about. He'd been straight forward with me from the start. No, he wasn't a good guy, but he also treated me better than any man I'd ever met. He was considerate and in his way, kind. And that surprised me. It surprised me quite a lot, actually. Deacon never stopped surprising me.

  “So have you heard from my father recently?” I asked him, staring over at him beside me in bed.

  “Colin said they were talking yesterday,” he replied. “Said they were making plans for the deed to be done.”

  “You mean Tony's murder?” I asked, cringing as I said it.

  “Yes, if that's what you prefer to call it, then yes. Tony's murder.”

  “And you honestly think my father is going to go through with this?” I asked. “That he's not going to weasel his way out of it somehow?”

  Deacon shrugged and rolled over, pulling me closer. Neither one of us were wearing much clothing and I reveled in the sensation of his warm skin pressed to mine.

  “You're his precious daughter. He'd do anything for you.”

  I bit my lip and held back the harsh words I had for my father. I didn't think it was appropriate and tried to rein it in, but Deacon could see that something was bothering me. He stared at me with soulful, inquiring eyes.

  “Or am I wrong about that?” he asked.

  “I don't know, it's just – I feel like I'm only important to him as a bargaining chip these days. As a piece to be included in some business transaction. And if Tony is dead, I'm no good to him anyway, so maybe he'll find an alternative way to keep the deal on the table.”

  “You really think your father cares so little for you?”

  I shrugged, looking at the wall instead of Deacon. A complex mix of emotions churned within me. Yes, I thought he loved me. But I also thought he loved the fact that I could enhance his wealth and prestige even more.

  “What am I supposed to think, Deacon? I was given away to Tony Bellini like – like some object, some commodity,” I said.

  For the first time, my true anger started to come out and a rage that was dark and abiding began to bubble to the surface as I let it all out.

  “I'm just not sure I – as a person – really matter to my father,” I went on. “Or to anyone for that matter. Which is honestly, why I'm not in any hurry to go back. You notice that I haven't tried to escape, haven't you? I haven't because I haven't felt that my life is in danger. At least here, I don't have Tony's filthy hands trying to grope me against my will.”

  Deacon kissed me, long and hard, taking my breath away once again. When he pulled back, he looked me in the eye and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again. He looked confused, almost surprised by what he was going to say.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he mumbled.

  “No, it's not nothing. You wanted to say something. What was it?”

  “Just that – well, just that I think you're being too hasty if you think you don't matter to anyone. There are people who care about you, Emmy, believe it or not.”

  “Yeah, I mattered to my mother. But she's long dead. Or how about Tabitha – the best friend who's jealous of me for being forced to marry Tony because he's rich? Or the fiance who tells me he can't wait to bend me over and take my virginity from me, whether I like it or not?”

  Tears welled up in my eyes. For the first time, I knew that I didn't want to go back. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to stay there, in that cabin with Deacon forever. But I knew that wasn't possible. He was a mafia leader. He'd eventually have to get back to the city and to his business intrests and let me go. And I was pretty positive he was going to let me go. He certainly wasn't going to hurt me.

  But at the same time, I didn't think that Deacon was a saint in all this either. I knew he had plenty of ulterior motives. In his defense though, he'd never pretended to care for me as a person – he'd been up front about his uses for me from the start. At least he'd been honest.

  “But while we're on the subject, Deacon, I know better than to think you care about me because to you, I'm just a pawn in your game,” I said. “And as soon as my father gives you what you want, you're going to drop me off and leave me behind. So no, I don't think anyone actually cares about me.”

  Deacon reached over and grabbed my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. He stared into my eyes as he spoke. “Emmy, you're right and you're also wrong. Maybe, it started out that way. You were a pawn. You were a means to an end for me. But over the time we've spent together and as I've gotten to know you, I – I've come to care about you. It sounds nuts, believe me, I know. And nobod
y is more surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth than I am. But it's true. There's just something about you and I've come to care about you – as a person. And if you don't want to go back there, we can find a way to keep you from ever going back to your father again. You hear me? I give you my word.”

  “You'd risk your deal – your business – because of me?”

  “It's not risking anything, love. I promised your father you'd be free if he gave me what I wanted. You'd be free. You could choose to stay, if you wanted, and I'd make sure he'd never come get you. And I promise you that Tony will never lay his hands on you again, you got that?”

  I couldn't believe Deacon freely admitted that he'd developed feelings for me like this. He was wrong when he'd said that nobody was more surprised by his admission than him – I was absolutely floored by it. But since he had – I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that I could be free from the Antonelli family legacy, and that I wouldn't end up like my mother or the endless line of women who happened to be born into the family. That it didn't have to be my life – not if I didn't want it to be.

  I wanted to believe that more than anything.

  But my father had his ways of getting what he wanted. Always had and I suspected, always would. Even though Deacon had proven himself to be a worthy opponent in their little game, he was still young and had a lot to learn about the life of a true crime family.

  And I had to face facts – even if Tony wound up dead, my dad would find me. If not because of the alliance with the Bellini's, then because I was his. His property. His possession. His – thing. And there was no way he'd allow me to be with Deacon, not as long as he was alive.

  Still, I wanted to revel in the fantasy a bit longer. Stroking Deacon's cheek, I smiled up at him.

  “You'd do that, for me?”

  “I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd do anything for you, Emmy,” he said, kissing the top of my head gently.

  It may have only been a matter of days, but already, there was something more between us. Something I couldn't explain. But something powerful that shook me right down to the very core of my being.

  And something my father could never begin to understand.

  DEACON

  Sleep was hard to come by these days. Not because I was afraid Emelia might sneak out on me – that wasn't something that concerned me one little bit. I knew she didn't want to go. No, what had me feeling a little skittish was what might happen if her father did actually do what I'd demanded – what might happen if he actually killed Tony Bellini.

  There I was, afraid of actually getting what I'd fought for – and all because of this girl. This girl who at first was nothing but a piece on the gameboard for me to move around as I saw fit. But there she was – already becoming something more to me. I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair, not entirely sure how I'd gotten myself into this mess.

  Emelia looked so peaceful curled up in the blanket, snoring softly, her naked body partially exposed. She stopped sleeping in clothes once we'd fucked for the first time, and I had to say, it was something I could most definitely get used to.

  Yes, I could get used to her being around. And that was hard. I promised her I'd do everything in my power to keep her free from her father, and I'd meant every word of that. But once she was free, she was going to have to decided whether or not she really wanted to be with me. Or was it all about being free of everybody – including me – once and for all?

  I couldn't keep her prisoner forever, I knew that. And I hated to admit it, but I was starting to fall for her. Her sweet, gentle fierceness. She wasn't like other women I'd met – especially those who'd come from the Italian crime families. She was fierce, tough, and intelligent as hell. But she also had an innocence about her that I absolutely adored. It was hard to find any woman – especially in my world – who still believed in things like true love and whatnot. And while I'd initially found it all pretty lame and naive, I couldn't deny that it was growing on me.

  Or rather, she was growing on me.

  My phone rang, which snapped me out of my thoughts and made me jump. Emelia's eyes opened, sleepily, and looked over at me.

  “Go back to sleep, love,” I said. “It's just Colin.”

  I slipped out of bed and padded downstairs so that Emelia could sleep a while longer, and answered the phone.

  “Yes?” I growled. “It better be important.”

  “Oh, it's important alright,” Colin said. “Just wanted to let you know that we've made a deal with Antonelli.”

  “I know that,” I said. “You were just working out the details last we talked.”

  “No, I mean we've made a deal with Antonelli. As in Sean and I. Another deal entirely. Would you like to hear the details of our deal?”

  “What do you mean another deal?” I snapped. “Stop playing fucking games, Colin. You have no right – ”

  “Well, you see here, brother – some of us aren't too happy with your leadership lately. Or your obsession with this stupid fucking girl,” Colin said, “And we believe, Sean and I, that we can run things better. Especially with Antonelli's help. He's a shrewd, smart man, that one.”

  “Why you fucking – ”

  My mind was racing as I tried to calculate all the damage Colin could do. He was my right-hand man, the one I trusted more than anyone else. He knew more than anyone else – knew where the proverbial bodies were buried – and to have him running his mouth to Antonelli was a bad, bad thng. It would only be a matter of time before they were on our doorstep.

  “You see, Antonelli had a counteroffer for us when I called,” Colin went on. “And since you've been too busy spending time with that slut, we decided to take him up on it. Your head – or your other body parts – delivered to him.”

  “And what are you getting in return, huh?”

  “Control over the fucking Brotherhood, man,” Colin sounded on the verge of laughter. “Don't you see? You're out. I'm in.”

  “Do the others know about this? Besides, your idiot brother, that is?”

  “Not yet, but they will soon, Deacon,” Colin said. “But for now, I really must be going. Sleep well.”

  The line went dead in my hand and my blood was boiling as I paced the room. I needed to think. Needed to plan. But first things first – we had to get out of there, and fast.

  “Emmy,” I called to her, “We should probably be going, love.”

  “Why?” she muttered from the loft. “Has my father found us?”

  “No, but there's a host of other shit headed our way,” I said.

  Emelia came down the stairs in nothing but my t-shirt, her hair all over the place. Never before had she looked more beautiful to me. I couldn't believe that I was falling so hard for this woman – and that was trouble. Especially now. Things were going to be complicated on their own when I went to war with Colin – and I would be going to war with him. But not only did I have Antonelli on my ass, now I had some of my own brothers on it as well.

  And I had no idea who I could trust in all of this.

  “Do we even have a car?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

  “Yes, we do actually,” I said.

  No one, not even Colin knew about it. But yes, we had a car, hidden in a garage off the property. See, he'd thought we were stranded out there when he'd driven off. But I was a prudent and cautious man. It was how I'd risen to the position I was in. So, Colin may have thought he'd left us without a ride, but he didn't realize that I would never allow myself to be stranded anywhere.

  “Have all your things?” I asked.

  “What things?” she said. “I literally only have the clothes I wore when you scooped me up and nothing else.”

  I tossed her a pair of pajama bottoms – and of course they were much too large on her. She pulled the drawstring as tight as they would go, but she still had to hold them up on her tiny little frame. Still, it would work well enough for the moment – we'd worry about getting her something proper to
wear later. In that moment, we had to get moving quickly.

  “Come on,” I said, motioning for her to follow me out.

  It was hard to believe that just days before, I'd been worried she might try to escape. Now, I let her walk freely, trusting she'd follow me. I glanced back, just to make sure there was no doubt in her eyes, and there wasn't. Only fear.

  “If not my dad, then what?” she asked. “What's going on, Deacon?”

  “I'll explain on the road,” I said.

  We walked into the woods, and it was a trek to get to my hidden vehicle. Poor Emelia was shivering from the cold, but it wasn't like I had a coat to give her. I quickened our pace, just to reach the warmth of the vehicle a little faster. And once we finally got to the garage, I opened the lock and we stepped inside to find my dad's old Impala. Nothing fancy, but it would get us the hell out of there and it was a trusty old brute. I'd been sure to keep it properly maintained in the event she was needed. And right then, she was needed.

  Emelia climbed into the passenger seat on her own, there was no forcing her. It all seemed so surreal to think that I'd kidnapped her, forced her to come with me, and yet, there she was coming willingly. I didn't even know how all of it had happened, but somehow, she trusted me. Or at least, she trusted me more than she trusted sticking around to see what kind of trouble was coming for us.

  Once in the car, we drove out the back of the garage and down a dirt road that was hardly ever used anymore. I drove with the headlights off though, just in case. Colin might not be far and better not to alert him of our hasty exit with bright lights – even though I doubted he knew about the road we were on in the first place. Still, I was a cautious man.

  Had Colin known everything and had it all figured out – like he thought he did – there'd have been no escaping in time, I was sure of it. But his betrayal was one reason I found it so very hard to trust anyone, even my best friend, and had to make secret contingency plans for myself. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white, and Emelia just sat beside me, quietly waiting for me to fill her in on everything going on.