“Okay. Is this your room?” she asked hesitantly.
“Our room,” I said, correcting her. “Do you want me to leave Misha here?”
She glanced down at him and stroked his head.
“He can stay if he wants. It doesn't look as if he wants to eat me today.”
I thought of when I pulled her panties down. I wouldn't mind eating her delicious pink pussy. At least I would get to sleep beside her tonight. She looked tired, so I reluctantly removed my hand from her ankle and stood up.
“Thank you for everything—Ivan,” she said softly.
I nodded and hoped she didn't look down at my dick because I was already aroused from the filthy thoughts that were swirling around my mind. She was spreading like a disease within my soul, but she was also my cure.
I forced a smile on my face before leaving the room. It didn't surprise me that Misha didn't follow me; I’d have done the same if she had her hands all over me. I paused at the top of the stairs, thinking of my grandparents' shotgun wedding.
She was mine, and my ring would be on her finger soon. There was no reason to postpone getting her pregnant. I wanted my seed in her womb and my cum dripping out of her pussy as she walked down the aisle. My hand clenched down on the bannister before the tension left my body at the thought of her being tied to me in this lifetime.
Patience, she doesn't know what kind of a freaky bastard you are—yet.
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My afternoon consisted of work and a heavy gym session, but it did little to stop my escalating thoughts of Amelia’s tantalising allure. I ended up back at my bedroom door. The door was ajar, and I peeked through it to see she was holding Misha’s face and gently talking to him. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but when Misha leaned forward to lick her face, she laughed and hugged him.
Misha turned towards the door, and I moved back slightly to keep out of sight. For a moment, I wondered why I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
What if she liked Misha more than me?
I frowned at my insane thoughts before peeking inside the room again.
“You're just a big softie, Misha,” she said, kissing the mutt on his face.
I hastily pushed the door open, making Misha stand on all fours, and Amelia’s head snapped towards me.
“Don't mind me. I needed to take a shower,” I said with my eyes narrowing in on Misha.
When I glanced at Amelia, all my foolish thoughts disappeared because she was smiling at me. Her lip wasn't as swollen, but the cut ran down her bottom lip in a straight line.
“How are you feeling, Amelia?” I asked, moving towards her.
“Lena brought me some soup. Your grandmother’s recipe, I believe. It gave me a little boost of energy.”
I sat on the bed beside them, and Misha nudged me. My hand ran over his head, but my eyes never left Amelia.
“If you feel well enough, I can take you outside into the gardens tomorrow,” I said before I took her hand and kissed it with a gentle brush of my lips.
She blushed so prettily that my body instantly reacted to her. I held her hand briefly before reluctantly letting go.
“I'm surprised Misha is still here,” I said, focusing on her black eye.
The swelling was down, and her eye looked much better. The discoloured skin would heal.
“He did leave for a while but came back with Lena.”
I quashed my anger at her injuries, and I smiled at her before I stood up.
“Lena probably fed him and let him outside for a bit.”
It was dangerous being this close to her when all I wanted to do was touch her, kiss her, and worship every inch of her body before I consumed her, but first, I needed to entice her. My eyes dropped to the cut on her lip. It would be a few days before I could taste those sweet lips.