Page 26 of The Stowaway

I could still feel the after-effects of his thick hard cock. When I pressed my thighs together and felt filthy, I knew it was time for a shower.

Once I’d showered and put on a robe to go back into the bedroom, Ivan was sitting on the bed on his phone. A tray of food was on the bedside table. He glanced up when I moved closer to him.

He patted his thigh and opened his legs.

“Take your robe off and come sit on me. I want to feed my sexy little Kitten,” he said as he smiled.

He must have showered and changed. While I was sleeping, he wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers. I untied the white fluffy robe and put it on the bed before settling down on his thigh. My arm went around his shoulder to steady myself. I glanced down at the bulge in his trousers and felt my heart beat a little faster.

“You're going to eat first, Kitten, so get that look off your face.”

“You're no fun, Ivan,” I said, laughing my embarrassment off at being so obvious.

His arm crept around my waist to cup my breast. I didn't hesitate and rubbed my hand on his dick. When I felt the thick bulge twitch and harden, it made me happy to know he wasn't immune to me and our attraction was mutual no matter what his mouth said.

“My filthy little Kitten still needs more of my cum inside of her,” he said huskily while squeezing my nipple.

I gripped his cock and began to slide my hand downwards towards his balls. He put his hand on my wrist to stop me.

“No bending your waist like that,” he said and pulled my hand away.

“Fine, feed me then,” I said, feeling like a queen, and I opened my mouth.

He put the tray beside him and popped a bite-sized piece of bread on it, topped with something I didn't recognise. It was creamy avocado with some kind of meat and pickle on it.

“Mmm, I love Lena’s food,” I said as I finished. “Can I get your mum’s number?”

He looked surprised momentarily before he nodded with a smile.

“Of course you can, Kitten,” he said, picking up another piece of bread.

I kissed his cheek before opening my mouth. My eyes never left his as he fed me. His expression was relaxed, but his dark eyes were soft—with love for me. I'm sure mine reflected how I felt because he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

“Moya zhena,” he murmured against my cheek with his beard tickling me.

I knew moya meant my but didn't know what zhena meant.

“What does zhena mean?”

“My wife,” he said.

“We’re not married yet,” I said as he reached out to pick up another piece of bread.

“It's only a matter of days until you will be Mrs Maslow.”

“You work fast, Mr Maslow,” I said, teasing him.

“I’d have married you today if it wasn't for my family,” he said with a shrewd look in his eyes.

I laughed it off, but his face remained serious, and I felt the flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach again.

Chapter 11

Ivan

Everything was organised. My family was here, and my friends would come tomorrow for the wedding ceremony. Maksim would take care of the select media journalists, while Dima and Pavel would take care of security. Amelia had organised her dress with the help of my mother, and my grandfather would be walking her down the aisle.

All of her bruising had faded, and her ribs didn't pain her as much, but I remained vigilant because she didn't adhere to the limitations I set for her. My reward was to see my little Kitten happy. I loved watching her interact with my family earlier in the day. My family was happy for me. I couldn't believe my good fortune as she slept curled up beside me like the Kitten that I’d named her.

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