Page 11 of The Stowaway

I know it meant kitten, but I didn't know why he called me that.

“Another snippet from Sun Tzu is ‘He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.’ You fought hard before you hid in my car,” he said, holding my hand and brushing his fingers over my nails. “You scraped someone's skin off like a vicious little Kitten.”

He kissed my fingertips, and my eyes welled up.

How could someone I met less than twenty-four hours ago understand me without knowing me?

The woman who birthed me was so fucked up that I didn't exist in her eyes, but Ivan saw me. A deep sorrow filled my heart at what could have been and what I’d been forced to do.

I had to move on.

Ivan let go of my hand and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

“You came to me, and I've been waiting for you, Kitten. You have to trust me.”

I glanced at his face.

“I'm not sure if I can,” I whispered honestly as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Then it's my job to make sure you can because you've infected my soul in an inexplicable way. When I look at you, I see our future, our children,” he murmured, gently holding my face between his hands and wiping away more tears.

My eyes widened at his words. I searched his eyes, and they were as deep and soulful as Misha’s. Suddenly, his face hardened.

“If anyone thinks to harm you, they will have to go through me, and I will obliterate them,” he said calmly, but his eyes burned fanatically. “Now, let's get you naked and wet.”

Perhaps he was crazy, or perhaps I was, but the thought of merging my life with his, my soul and finding my place in this cruel world was beguiling. Only time would tell me how trustworthy Ivan was and how brave I was willing to be.

Chapter 5

Ivan

When I saw her pink lips curve upward and her face soften, a sense of harmony washed through me. My brave little Kitten was willing to give me a chance. Her catlike eyes looked full of sorrow, but I could see the glimmer of determination within them.

Reaching for her hand, I helped her out of bed, watching her face for any discomfort, and I was glad it seemed minimal. I left the lace and silk nightdress on the bed. She was drowning in my shorts and T-shirt and tugged at the shorts as they slid down her slim hips. Her clothes, shoes and toiletries were promptly delivered. I wanted her to be comfortable in her new home.

“You wash up, and I will run the bath for you,” I said as we reached the bathroom.

I added some salts to the bath before twisting the gold tap. This would help her if her muscles were aching.

“Uh, I need to use the toilet,” she said.

I slowed the flow of water and reluctantly waited outside. It wouldn't be long before there would be nothing between us. Giving my little Kitten a show after my shower had got me hot and bothered again, but tonight was about her—the need to give her what she wanted. I couldn't unleash the sick fantasies I’d been daydreaming about.

I heard the toilet flush and waited a few moments before opening the door. She was brushing her teeth and met my eyes in the mirror. Her hair was tied up in preparation for her bath. I could remove the bandage tomorrow. It didn't matter what she did. I loved watching her. Once she had finished rinsing her mouth out, I went back to getting her bath ready.

She moved closer to the bathtub, nervously rolling the material of my T-shirt between her fingers.

“You have nothing to worry about, Amelia. I want you to relax in the bath. It will help you heal. I’m only going to help you in.”

When I found the cunt who did this to her, I would relish what I had planned for him. I checked the temperature of the water before I stood upright. She was looking at the bath with longing in her eyes. I slipped my hands around her before putting them under the T-shirt to drag the shorts and knickers down her ass. My cock jerked at the feel of her ass cheeks. They felt soft, smooth, and curved to perfection. She put the good side of her forehead on my chest as her clothes fell down her legs. I ran a hand up her back and unclipped her bra. Once it was open, I rubbed her back, enjoying the feel of her against me.

“I’m going to take the T-shirt off next,” I told her.

She gave a slight nod.

I carefully removed the T-shirt and dragged her bra straps down her arms until she stood naked before me. Her breasts were as perfect as I’d pictured, and her pink nipples were hard, tight little pebbles that I wanted to taste. Some of her bruising looked lighter, but others looked a little darker. Her stomach was flat, and her hips were well-rounded. She brought her hand down to cover her pussy, but I didn't protest because that image was seared into my brain. I held her hand and moved her towards the water.

I gripped her upper arm to take her weight as she bent to sit down.

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