Page 14 of The Stowaway

When I tried to stretch out, I couldn't. As I woke up, I realised that Ivan had cocooned himself around me during the night. His face was on my pillow, his arm around me and his leg covering both of mine. He looked innocent while he slept, but the sneaky bastard had used my body against me to get me to talk.

My pussy clenched as I thought about how he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm before he came. I didn't see all of his dick, but the tip was pink, and it looked long, judging by his hand movements under his shorts. I licked my dry lips and realised my lower lip wasn't as painful today.

When I looked at Ivan, his eyes were open, and he had a dark look on his face before it softened.

“I got very good at reading faces,” I said to him. “What's wrong?”

He stared at me as if he was deliberating on what he would say. My eyes narrowed on him because I hoped he wouldn't treat me like an imbecile.

“I got some information on the Garrisons’. Why didn't your mother protect you?”

I swallowed but put on a brave face. This is what I wanted—to be treated like an adult.

“She isn't very motherly. Paul kept her plied with drugs, but I don't have any memories of her being a loving mother prior to him,” I said in a flat voice devoid of any emotion.

He looked sceptical for a moment but nodded.

“I guess not all people are meant to be parents. It's hard to comprehend when my parents and grandparents are so different,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“Rub it in, why don't you?” I said in a dry tone.

His eyes widened before he realised I was messing with him. I began to laugh at his expression, only to hold my ribs. The right side wasn't so bad because William was right-handed, so most of the bruising ended up on my left.

“You're lucky you're injured,” he murmured before he held my throat and kissed my lips.

Instinct told me to get away with what I could because his dark eyes were gleaming with retribution.

“You can take a shower, but you will need to keep your head dry for another day. I'm more than happy to help you wash in those hard-to-reach places,” he said, sitting up to display his sexy naked flesh.

I bet he was.

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After breakfast, he gave me a tour of his mansion because it wasn’t a normal house. He held my waist as if I would faint any second because I was out of bed. He had given me a loose-fitting pair of black trousers and a dark green silk blouse that had silver ornate buttons on the front and cuffs. The clothes were beautiful, but I had a problem with the skimpy underwear. The thongs were riding up my crack, and I couldn't understand why women wore them.

Lena had been positively thrilled to see me up and about. In the end, Ivan dragged me away from her. He was giving me a tour of his office when he sat me down on his lap.

“Do you want to see my family on a video call? They have been blowing my phone up with messages.”

“Uh, not with my face looking like a rainbow,” I said, squirming on his lap.

“You might not want to do that, Kitten.”

I paused my movement when I felt his dick beneath me harden. My mind went to last night, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

“I don't want to be a virgin anymore,” I blurted out.

“I’m not going to fuck you until your ribs heal,” he said with a frown, but his hand rubbed the top of my thigh.

I watched his hand move up and down my leg.

“You said there was nothing broken.”

“I'm not sure I will be able to control myself once I'm inside you, and I won't take any chances.”

“You won't be anywhere near my ribs,” I said in protest.

“You're right I won't,” he said with his lips curling on one side.

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