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I shook my head and decided that we were both ridiculously jealous.

Chapter 9

Ivan

As the waitress walked away, I glanced at Pavel again, who was still looking outside as the restaurant was quiet. He did look out of place, but after I heard her sweet whisper of love for me last night, it might have taken my crazy up a notch. If he had been looking at Amelia, I would have beaten the shit out of him. I don’t think that would endear Amelia towards me if I behaved like Neanderthal.

I glanced at Amelia, who had a pensive look on her face before she shook her head and looked at me. She smiled brightly at me before looking out at the sea. I leaned back in my seat and let out a slow breath of relief. I needed to keep my murderous thoughts at bay until I had my rings on her finger. I smiled, thinking about her face when she saw the beach. She’d looked at me as if I had killed a puppy.

My mind went to our bath last night. I’d held her above me as I’d fucked her again. Her wet soapy tits had never looked more glorious. My cock hardened at the memory, and I glanced at my watch. After we ate, we could go home and straight to the bedroom.

The waitress interrupted my thoughts as she brought the starters. Amelia’s face was a picture.

“Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac,” I said.

“You also said you were taking me to a beach,” she said, arching her eyebrow before giving the oysters a dubious look.

“You're going to remember everything, aren't you?”

“Everything,” she said before she paused and leaned over the table.

I felt her foot touch my thigh. I smirked at her before grabbing her foot and placing it higher, startling her. She looked around the restaurant with bright pink cheeks.

“Don't start something you can't finish, Kitten,” I said, stroking the top of her foot.

There was no way she could miss how hard I was for her. She cleared her throat before she spoke.

“There’s always a quickie in the toilets,” she said with a devilish look in her eyes before she rubbed the bottom of her foot along my cock.

Her embarrassment didn't last long, and I loved her confidence, which grew every day.

“How about we eat first?”

“I suppose so,” she said with a sigh and looked reluctant before she moved her foot away.

I hoped and prayed we had a daughter first. A tiny version of her mother that I could love and spoil. I glanced at the zinc-rich oysters and considered ordering some more.

“Okay, how do you eat it?” Amelia asked as she lifted up one of the shells and inspected it.

A rush of filthy images flashed through me, and it wasn’t oysters she was eating.

Fuck, I needed to get her home.

∞∞∞

Pavel drove while I kept Amelia on my lap on the journey home. I was grateful she had worn a dress because I had my fingers inside her while she struggled not to make a sound.

“Do you like it when I fill up this wet little pussy, Kitten?” I whispered to her when she squirmed on my lap.

Pavel knew better, and he kept his face forward. I slid a third finger inside of her and began to fuck her tight little hole until she bit her lip and clenched around my fingers. She tried to close her legs, but I leaned down and bit her neck. I licked the spot that I’d bitten.

“Bad, Kitten. You keep those legs open for me.”

“Ivan—”

I ignored her and saw we weren't far from the estate, so I continued to edge her, stopping each time she was about to cum. She looked so fucking hot, and her pussy was soaked for me.

No sooner had the car stopped. I pulled my fingers out of her and wiped my fingers off with my handkerchief.

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