Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance)

by Sarah Thorn

  “Fuck,” James said, as he pulled his slick dick out of her wet snatch, and she laughed and nodded. It had been a while since she felt so used, and she was hoping he would be up to using her again later that night.

  It turned out he was, and he used her three more times before the Sun rose. She went home the next morning, early on Sunday. The limo wasn’t around, but James called a taxi for her, already paid with his credit card over the phone. They exchanged numbers, but Viola was half convinced it was going to be a one-time thing, and she was alright with that.

  When she got home, she was pleasantly surprised to return to an empty home. Jerome was gone, along with most of his belongings. Viola showered and then took a nap. She hadn’t slept much the previous night. She was off on Sundays, and she slept until the late afternoon. When she woke up, Viola made a quick meal of a sandwich, and sat on her couch, flicking the TV on with the remote. She pulled her laptop onto her lap and opened it. She browsed through some emails and then opened Facebook.

  Viola was surprised to see she had a friend request, and, even more, surprised when she saw who it was from. She recognized the picture. He was older than she was but a bit younger than James. He was a good looking man with dark hair and dark eyes, with trendy glasses and a beard. His name was Martin Alven, and she recognized him, but couldn’t remember where. She accepted the friend request anyways, and then googled the name.

  She realized why she recognized the man. He owned MAA, one of the largest record labels in the country. It was, of course, headquartered in New York.

  But then a memory flashed through her brain, and she realized he seemed familiar for another reason to. Viola had met him, the night before, at the club. It was hazy, but she remembered he had been hitting on her, right in front of James. She was pulled out of the memory by a small chime, and there was a new message for her on Facebook. It was from Martin.

  He wanted to know if she wanted to go out to dinner with him on Wednesday, but she worked then, and she replied with that.

  How about tonight then? he asked through Facebook, and Viola waited for a moment, thinking. She had been on a date with a billionaire the night before and ended up at his lavish apartment, where he fucked her all night. Now another white billionaire was asking her to dinner. The day before, her jobless boyfriend of two years had broken up with her, and rebounding was the furthest thing from her mind. Still, you only live once, so she told Martin she would go with him.

  He told her he would pick her up at four, since it was a bit of a drive, and Viola went to get ready. She dressed in her nicest dress, unsure of where exactly they would be going. She had given him her address, a little self-conscious about that, and at four, she was out in front of her building. With a roar, a red sports car entered the parking lot, the top down, a smiling Martin behind the wheel. He was tall and thin, with an angular body. He waited for her to get in, and then reached for her hand, took it, and kissed it. Viola smiled.

  “I thought you were with James, but I had to ask you out. You are enchanting,” Martin said.

  “You know James?”

  “We run into each other,” Martin said, and then, as he pulled out of the parking lot, he laughed. “I don’t think he likes me much.”

  “Maybe it’s because you hit on the girls he goes out with.”

  “You guys are going out? Because here you are in my car.”

  “Not out out,” Viola clarified. “He just took me out last night.”

  “You aren’t afraid of heights, are you?” Martin asked as they drove, away from the city. Viola thought back to looking out the windows at James’ place and shook her head.

  “Not really,” she said.

  “Good,” Martin said, and just outside of the city they pulled into the parking lot of a non-descript brown building. As Martin pulled behind it, Viola saw that they were at a small airfield. A helicopter sat behind the building on a minescule tarmac. A pilot was checking something at the front of the helicopter.

  “Is this your helicopter?” Viola asked, suddenly realizing why he wanted to know if she was afraid of heights. She thought perhaps he was going to take her to a restaurant that sat at the top of a building, she had no idea he was flying her somewhere.

  “Yeah,” Martin said, and he didn’t seem embarrassed about his wealth, the way James had. “One of the first things I bought when I got the money,” he added. “You ever been in one?”

  “No,” Viola said.

  “It’s a blast,” Martin said, and with ten minutes they were in the sky, and Viola had to agree, it was pretty fun. The helicopter rose and fell with wind drafts, and the ground whipped by beneath them. They flew for a little over an hour, and then they were setting down near the coast. A car was waiting for them there, not a limo, but a very nice sedan. There was no driver.

  “I’m sure James had a limo for you,” Martin said, looking to the black woman slyly.

  Viola laughed and nodded.

  “I like to do my own driving,” Martin said, and he climbed behind the wheel. It was only a ten-minute drive, and then Martin was parking in a small lot, sparsely populated with other expensive looking cars. The lot was next to a dock, with row after row of massive yachts. Martin led her to one, where a small crew was preparing to launch.

  “This is Captain Reynolds,” James said, introducing Viola to a tanned man with a thick Mediterranean accent.

  “It’s a pleasure, miss,” Reynolds said, and then he disappeared so he could ready the ship. Martin then led Viola to the deck, where a woman in a crisp white uniform, identical to the rest of the crew, stood waiting by two chairs. Beside her was chilled champagne and a platter of hors devours.

  “Welcome, Mr. Alven,” the woman said.

  “Thank you, Cindy,” Martin said. “This is Viola Turner.”

  “Miss Turner.”

  Viola found it strange that Cindy was calling her miss. She was just a waitress, more like Cindy the blonde bimbo than Martin, the billionaire. Cindy couldn't hide her shapely figure under the uniform, and Viola had a feeling that most trips on the boat, trips without a woman present, Cindy would be wearing something different. A bikini perhaps? Nothing?

  They drank champagne and munched on things Viola couldn’t even pronounce as the massive yacht left the harbor and headed out to see. It was strange, when Viola thought about it, that she was going out on a boat with a man she didn't even know, but she figured there were enough members of the yacht’s crew milling around that she wouldn’t be murdered. In all, there seemed to be four people besides them, the captain, Cindy, and two young men who were barked at by the captain and rushed around the yacht doing various sea things that Viola didn’t understand.

  “What do you do, Viola?” Martin asked her.

  “I’m a waitress.”

  “Oh? In the city?”

  Viola nodded. “Vine.”

  “I’ve heard good things,” Martin said. “Never been, though, believe it or not.”

  “People seem to love it,” Viola said with a soft shrug of her shoulders. The Sun was hanging high in the air when they eventually stopped, so far from land it was nothing more than a gray line on the horizon, and a ladder was let down.

  “Up for a swim before dinner?” Martin asked.

  “I didn’t bring a suit,” Viola said.

  “Cindy, take her into the cabin to find a suit, will you?” Martin said, and Viola was swept away with the blonde woman with her big fake tits. Soon Viola was outfitted in a white bikini, and then she and Marti were diving off of the boat and into the chilly sea.

  They swam for an hour. Then Cindy called them for dinner, so they swam back and climbed up to the boat on a silver ladder.

  Dinner was delicious, and it was full of expensive and exotic foods that Viola had never had. When they were done, Cindy cleared the plates away, and Martin and Viola sat at the back of the deck and watched the Sun go down, behind the gray line that was land. They went back in the dark.

  When they docked again, Mar
tin told the crew they were done for the night, but he held Viola back.

  “Want to come have some coffee in the cabin?” he asked, and Viola grinned. She knew they wouldn’t be having any coffee, and she was somewhat surprised to know she was okay with that.

  She took control when they were in the cabin. It was wide and open, with a bed and a small kitchen area. Martin went towards the kitchen, but the young woman caught him by the arm and stopped him. He turned to speak with her, but she was there, still wearing the damp bikini, her nipples already hard, a burning desire in between her legs. She pushed against him and then they were kissing.

  When she felt him grow hard against her hip, she dropped to her knees and pulled his swimming trunks down. He sprang out, his cock bobbing in the air as the boat rolled softly on the waves. He was longer than James but thinner, and Viola took him into her mouth eagerly.

  Where James was forceful, practically fucking her mouth, Martin was respectful and gentle. His hand went to her hair, his fingers running through it. Her lips were wet, and they slid sensually down his shaft, and then back up. She took him out of her mouth and used her tongue to tease him, running it along his tip, and then down the sensitive underside of his cock.

  She gripped his balls lightly in one hand, massaging them as she took him into her mouth once more, and then, when she felt his pleasure was at a maximum, she stopped sucking his cock and stood up.

  “Fuck me,” she said, and Martin obliged. They went to the bed, and he fell upon her. His kisses were gentle, almost tentative, and it turned Viola on. She was the one taking charge, and that wasn’t something she was used to. For all his money, and his cockiness in the beginning, Martin seemed a bit unsure of himself. She wondered if it was because, like James, he had never been with a black woman before.

  Her top came off, flung to the floor next to the bed, and then Martin was sucking on one of her brown nipples. It made her wet, and she was yearning for the man’s impressively long cock, so she pushed him to the side, onto his back, and then climbed atop him. He was nude, his shorts left by the door where she had sucked his cock, and she slid her bathing suit bottoms down and kicked them over to the top. With one hand she held his rigid member as she guided herself onto it.

  “Fuck,” Martin breathed. “You’re so tight,”

  She wondered if he was used to fucking Cindy. She seemed like she might be loose. Viola grinned, but she didn’t speak. She just rocked back and forth atop the man, up as she went forward, so his cock slid almost out of her, and then pushing down as she moved back, so it was buried deep within her tight snatch.

  His hands explored her body, sliding up and down her side, his fingertips light on her sensitive parts. He played with her tits, squeezing them, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his palms. Fingers rolled her nipples softly between them. Then his hands moved downward, to her hips, helping set a faster rhythm as she rocked on his cock. Then around to her ass, where his long fingers gripped into her skin.

  “I’m going to come,” Viola said, just moments before she did. She gasped as he shoved upward, grabbing her hips and burying his cock further into her than anyone had ever gone. Her walls squeezed his shaft as the orgasm tore through her body.

  Then it was his turn, and he was emboldened. Martin threw her to the side and then climbed atop and slid into her juicy pussy. He fucked her fast, but was still gentle, planting small kisses along the side of her neck, down over her collarbone, all around her nipple. When he came he didn’t announce it, he just grunted, and she felt his cock jump, and for the second night in a row, a billionaire blew his sticky white load into her brown pussy.

  4

  Over the next couple of weeks, Viola went on dates with both of the men. It was a blast, a time that she knew she would never forget. James had called her after all, and a couple of weeks after their first date he took her to see the opera, which she had never done. Afterwards, they fucked in the limo, with her riding his cock as they rode around town.

  By the time she had gone on her second date with James, she had been on two more with Martin. He had taken her to a concert, where she got to see the show from the side of the stage and meet the group afterwards. That night she blew Martin since he got sidetracked by business, sucking him off and swallowing his cum as he spoke on his cell phone. He made it up to her by taking her to the zoo the next day, and afterwards, they went to his home just outside the city and made love all afternoon. It was soft and sweet, and he came inside of her again.

  In the next six months, she fucked and sucked both men, and though sometimes they each came on her, whether it be plastering her face with their sticky sperm, or splashing it on her tits, when they came inside her it was always without a condom. Neither man knew about the other, as far as Viola knew, and at the very least they didn’t ask her about any other men she might be dating.

  They both showered her with gifts while showing her a side of life she never thought she would experience. James spoke with a restaurant manager he knew, and Viola left Vine and went to work there, a place called Sharp. It was a big promotion, and Viola found herself in charge of the wait staff, and with enough of a raise to get a better apartment, downtown, close to where she worked.

  Martin bought her a new car, and while it wasn’t a sports car like his, it was expensive enough that Viola balked originally. She told the man over and over she couldn’t accept it, but he wouldn’t hear it. Eventually, she simply kept the car.

  In the eighth month of dating both men, Viola had a shock. She had been feeling nauseous for days at a time, and she had missed her last period, and still hadn’t had it a week and a half after she was supposed to. Alone at home one night, she took a test, and it came out positive. She was pregnant.

  The worst part was she didn’t know who the father was. It could only be Martin or James’. She sat and cried, all through the night. In the morning, she knew what she had to do, and she called James and asked him to meet her at her apartment. He was there after work, and she smiled softly.

  “I think we have to break up,” Viola said. The man looked shocked. His eyes went wide for a minute.

  “What? Why?” he asked.

  “I can’t tell you,” Viola said, instantly regretting it, she knew it sounded bad.

  “You cheated on me? I never knew we were official or anything,” James said. He tried to remain stoic, but he sounded hurt.

  “No, it’s nothing like that,” Viola said, but then she regretted it. “Well, I have been seeing someone else… but really… it’s not that.”

  “It’s not?” James asked.

  “I’ve been seeing him as long as I’ve been seeing you. It’s not new. It’s not why I want to break up. If anything, now, I really want to be with you. It’s you I want. Really. But I can’t. It’s not fair to you.”

  “I thought there was someone else,” James said, shaking his head softly. “I just didn’t know it would sting so badly when I found out.”

  Viola felt tears stinging her eyes, and she wiped them away with her fingertips as they spilled over her bottom eyelid and began to run down her cheeks.

  “Really, it’s not the other guy.”

  James just nodded. “It’s fine,” he said. “I understand.”

  And then, with sudden abruptness, he turned and left, and Viola didn’t know what to say to get him to come back.

  The next day, she had Martin come over, expecting much of the same, but he surprised her. When she told him she wanted to break up, he flew into a rage. He yelled, he screamed, he called her names, including the n- word. He swore he would get his car back, and Viola broke down into tears. She cried for days.

  She had good friends who helped her through the pregnancy, but it just wasn’t the same without the father there. And after Martin’s horrific outburst when she broke things off with him, she hoped and prayed the baby wasn’t his. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She didn’t want to know whose it was, just so it wouldn’t be Martin’s. She didn’t w
ant to do a DNA test, she didn’t plan on trying to get any guy for his money. She would raise the baby herself, and she would move on with her life.

  As she grew closer to her due date, her mother flew in from Illinois, where Viola had been born and raised. It helped to have her mother there, but as the date grew nearer, Viola found herself in a state of depression.

  Three days before the baby was due, he decided to come out, and Viola and her mother rushed to the hospital. It was a grueling ten-hour ordeal, but when it was done and Viola was holding her little baby boy, with skin the color of chocolate milk and a head of dark hair already, Viola felt nothing but happiness. All her worries seemed to go away. She thought it might have had something to do with the baby's nose. It was crooked, just like James’. There was no doubt in Viola’s mind that James was the father.

  Viola named the baby Grady, after her grandfather, and she and her mother and the baby went home three days after he was born. The happiness of being a new mother couldn’t keep the crushing regret from coming back, though, and she found herself looking at the baby often and thinking of James. When it became too much, a month after Grady was born, she bundled him up and went to see James.

  She got into his office building by having security call up to him, and she found him waiting for her as soon as the elevator opened. He arched a brow at the baby she held in her arms, but didn’t say anything until he led her past rows of cubicles and into his private office. The walls were glass, but he pressed a button on a small remote control he kept on his desk, and they darkened.

  “Neat,” Viola said, smiling softly to James as she sat down across from him.

  “You have a baby,” James said.

  “I do.”

  “Boy?”

  “Yes,” Viola said.

  “Is it mine?” James asked, not able to keep the question from springing forth from his lips.

  “I think so,” Viola said, and she shifted the baby so James could see its face.