Page 16 of The Stowaway

“You only have to tell me what you want, Kitten, and I will get it for you.”

“Everything except sex.”

“Once I’m inside your pussy I won't be leaving it. I’m going to ensure every last drop of my cum stays inside until you're bred. I’ve been holding back for your sake, Amelia, but I’m going to keep you stuffed full of my cock until you feel like it's a part of you. Morning, noon and night.”

My eyes widened at his words. He hid his craziness well because he was deadly serious as he uttered those words. They sounded like vows rather than a statement. I felt myself grow wet, and my eyes dropped to those wickedly curved lips of his.

“Would you like that, Kitten? Does your hot wet little pussy ache to be broken in?” he said, sliding his fingers between my legs.

I began to breathe faster, with my chest rising and falling as I tried to open my legs, but Misha was weighing me down by lying half on me and half on the sofa.

“The doctor is here, Ivan,” Lena said.

My eyes snapped up towards the door, and I covered his hand with mine so she wouldn't see what he was doing.

“Perfect timing, send him upstairs to our bedroom,” he said, but his eyes were on me, and they promised a reckoning.

He put me on edge between excitement and trepidation. I’d never met a man like Ivan, and I didn't think I would again. My hand went to my stomach, and I wondered how I could be a good mother when I’d never had one. I couldn't see myself being cruel to any innocent being, but how had my mother become so warped?

Ivan placed his hand over my stomach and ran his fingers through my hair with the other until he rested it on my neck.

“I'm going to be with you every step of the way, Kitten. This is the next generation of Maslow’s. Our children will be cherished, sweetheart.”

The tension left my body. He always knew what to say to wipe away the doubts that constantly cropped up in my mind. Among his crazy, devilish thought processes, he somehow managed to wear his heart on his sleeve when it came to me. He wasn't the same with the other people around him.

I pulled my hand from under his and wrapped my arms around him. There wasn't anything I could say that would let him know how much he had come to mean to me in such a short period of time. He rubbed his face against mine and began sniffing me like Misha did. I pressed my breasts against him and squeezed my arms tighter around him.

“You've been teasing me all week, Kitten,” he murmured before kissing my neck.

I felt his tongue run up my neck to my ear. He nibbled on my lobe, bringing his hand up to my breast and making me gasp when he rubbed my nipple.

“Payback is a bitch,” he said, pinching my nipple.

If this was payback, bring it on. He made me crave a future I never knew could exist. I could cope with his twisted version of payback.

I think.

Chapter 7

Ivan

By the time we got there, the doctor was in our bedroom. Amelia had tested all my willpower, but as each day passed, it deteriorated. My little Kitten kept herself busy with Lena in the library or playing with Misha in the gardens. She had come out of her shell, and her spirit was as beautiful as I’d imagined.

Out of everyone, it was my grandparents who were the most excited. According to them, they had almost given up on me. My parents and siblings a close second. I couldn't wait to introduce Amelia to them.

I held Amelia’s hand while the old doctor checked her scalp. “I'm going to take the stitches out. They have healed well,” he said, glancing at me over the rim of his glasses.

I nodded and squeezed Amelia’s hand.

“Have you had any headaches?” he asked Amelia.

“No,” she said.

She hadn't taken any more of the paracetamol in the last four days. I didn't trust her to tell the doctor the truth because she wanted a clean bill of health.

“That’s good,” he said as he began to work on her stitches. “How have your ribs been?”

“Much better than the morning after. Just a little twinge here and there. In your professional opinion, do you think it should stop me from having sex?”

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