Page 10 of The Stowaway

He licked my lower lip, avoiding where the cut was, before pulling back. He moved towards me but put his lips near my ear. His hand pushed my hair away.

“No one is ever going to touch you again because I will kill them. You're all mine, Kotenok,” he whispered. “Just as I am yours.”

He kissed my cheek before he stood up.

“If your feet are better, you can have a bath tonight, and if you can lie still, I will tongue your pussy until you cum all over my face. I want to taste all of you, Kitten,” he said intently.

“I will bring your dinner up shortly,” he said, styling his damp hair before flicking it to one side with his fingers.

I nodded like a mute.

“Good girl,” he said with a smile.

My heart jumped at his words. I wanted to be a good girl if he was going to pleasure me tonight. I swallowed at the thought of him touching me there. My eyes followed him as he left the bedroom. My fingers brushed over my lips as I remembered how his mouth had devoured mine. I felt dazed but aroused. I sagged against the pillows and wished I’d got a peek at his naked ass.

My home life had been such a horrid environment I’d never thought to have a boyfriend or experiment the way my school friends had. I looked terrible, not just my face but also my hair, which was a tangled, dull mess. I frowned, thinking about Ivan’s good looks.

He could have anyone, so why was he so keen to be with me?

Lena has said he was a good man, but I didn't know any of them. I shuffled down the bed and lay down next to Misha. Strangely, they both made me feel safe, and I was off the streets. There was no point in worrying about anything else. Whatever was under that towel, I wanted it inside of me. I was sick of all the restrictions Paul had put in my life. Ivan was sixteen years older than me, and he was experienced. I guess every cloud has a silver lining after all.

I smiled and stroked Misha's soft silky fur.

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Lena and Ivan brought countless bags and boxes upstairs. I lay there watching them as they unpacked everything and began to put it away inside the walk-in closet. Judging by the number of bags, Ivan had bought me an entire wardrobe of clothing.

When there was a knock on the bedroom door, I froze, but Ivan went to the door and spoke to the other man in Russian before returning with more bags. He winked at me before taking them into the closet. I lay there more than a little stunned by the realisation that he meant what he said about keeping me here.

Lena came out with a wide smile on her face.

“There, now you can be more comfortable. How was your dinner?”

“It was lovely. Thank you for looking after me, Lena. I never knew my grandparents, but you make me feel like family,” I said with a sad smile.

She glanced at Ivan, who came out of the closet behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder.

“Family isn't always about blood,” she said, facing me but patted Ivan’s hand.

I thought of Paul and William. Blood or non-blood, I’d never felt like part of that household, let alone part of a family. Ivan held something that looked like lingerie in his hand. When I glanced at him, he wore a devilish smile on his face. After dinner, he checked my feet and announced it was safe for me to have a bath tonight.

“Goodnight, dear. See you in the morning,” she said, calling Misha. He looked reluctant at first, but at the second call, he leapt towards the open door.

“Do you feel up to having a bath?” Ivan asked me.

I grimaced but nodded.

“I need to feel clean,” I said, looking away when I remembered their hands on me. I needed to wash it all away.

The pain had become secondary to the pent-up years of anger that had made me fight back.

“What age are you, Amelia?”

Ivan said, pulling me away from my dark thoughts.

“Twenty,” I said, glancing at him as he walked towards me.

“Do you know why I call you Kotenok?”

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