Ivan

Dima and Maksim were sipping on the coffee Lena had left us. I'd explained everything to them. Dima had sent me the footage, and I watched her sneak into my car while I was occupied with Bordhok.

"I have to ask. You're sure this isn't some kind of scam?" Dima asked.

I gripped my cup because if I didn't, I would have smashed it across his face.

"Hey, it's my job to look out for you. Why are you looking as if you want to kill me?"

"Because, you gormless cunt, you didn't see the state of her bruised and battered body. You didn't see her petrified reaction to me. This wasn't a one-time beatdown. This young woman has been fucked up for a period of time," I snapped at him.

Maksim elbowed Dima like I didn't have eyes.

"She is my future wife, and I won't hear a word against her. The only reason we are having this meeting is as soon as I have her surname, I want her abuser located and watched. I want to know everything about her, from birth until she stepped inside my car."

Dima looked surprised for a moment before he relaxed back on the sofa and stretched his feet out.

" Babushka i Dedushka will be ecstatic about this. They can stop messaging me asking about your sex life."

"I've already called my family," I said, feeling excited as I recalled their reaction.

If anyone could understand how poignant this moment was for me, it was my family. My problem was that I found it difficult to try and hold back. When she woke up, it quickly became apparent that my little Kitten was as innocent as she seemed. This is why I sent Lena upstairs, so she knew that there was another woman in the house.

"I won't be back in London for a while. Let me know if there are any problems with our operations. On the trading side, I can work from home. I take it our Albanian friends won't be a problem?"

"Bardhok won't be disrespectful again, and the original percentage will stay in place," Dima said with a smile.

"Good. That's one less headache. What kind of an asshole brings knives to a gunfight?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I doubt they will be making that mistake again. We dropped them off at the hospital as a courtesy."

I nodded.

"Dima, the Oxford Street shop is holding some jewellery for me. Pick it up and drop it off at me as soon as you are able. Was there anything else I need to be aware of?" I asked them.

They both shook their heads.

"Get something to eat before you leave. I'm going to check in on my patient," I said, standing up.

I paused in the doorway and glanced back at them.

"Make sure everyone knows if I see anyone looking at Amelia. They will need a guide dog and a walking stick for the remainder of their lifespan."

I ignored their smirks and went to find Lena. She wasn't in the kitchen, so I wandered through the house and found her in the library.

"How is she?" I asked as she reached out for a book.

"She is a little shy, but she needs time. I don't like seeing her as she is. I couldn't bear it if this had happened to my Nina," she said in dismay. "You made a good choice, . You need to breathe a little life back into her."

I sighed heavily. It was difficult to see her fearful and in pain. In a way, I was grateful she hadn't told me her full name and who did this to her because I wouldn't have been able to control my actions.

"Her clothes will be coming this afternoon. Maksim is going back with Dima, and Pavel will remain here for security. Are these books for Amelia?"

She grinned and handed them to me.

"Eager to see her?"

I chuckled as I took the books from her.

Damn right, I was .

I whistled for Misha, who came running down the hallway and followed me upstairs. Amelia needed to know she had nothing to fear from Misha or me. I was a simple man, as were my needs, and I couldn't wait to initiate Amelia to the intimacy between a man and woman. When I reached the bedroom door, I was about to knock but remembered it was my bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw her lying down, staring up at the ceiling before she turned her head towards me.

"Lena said you wanted some books. She gathered a few for you," I said, holding them up as I walked into the room.

"Thank you," she said as her cheeks turned pink.

Her swollen eye was partially open now, but it was bloodshot. I placed the books on the bed beside her so she could see the titles. Misha followed me into the room, but Amelia didn't seem as afraid of either of us this time.

"I need to take the bandages off your feet and air them out so they can heal. The doctor cleaned them up. Once the cuts heal a little, you can have a bath," I said, walking towards the bottom of the bed.

"I can take them off," she said insistently.

I arched an eyebrow up.

"You can't bend over with your ribs. Sit back and enjoy being pampered for now. This isn't something I would do for many people," I said with a wink.

She hesitated before pulling the covers up to bare her feet. I sat on the bed and began to unwrap the bandages. She never mentioned her family or called anyone to let them know that she was safe. It felt cathartic to be able to care for her. I glanced up at her, but she was fidgeting with the bed covers again.

Misha jumped on the bed, and Amelia looked at him with wide eyes. She lifted her hand up towards him and let him sniff her. It wasn't long before he was nuzzling her hand, looking to be petted. By the time I had removed both bandages, Misha was lying beside her, and she had an arm around him. He wasn't permitted on my bed, but these were extenuating circumstances.

I stroked the tops of her feet before checking the soles, and I was pleased to see that they looked much better than they did last night. I placed my hand on her ankle and left it there.

"I've ordered a few things to ensure you are comfortable. If I've missed anything or if you need to exchange anything, let Lena or me know. In the bedside drawer are some paracetamol if you are in any pain," I said.

"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—," 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.

A wicked thought came to mind as I walked towards my closet to get some fresh clothes out. When I came out, Amelia was reading with her hair falling on either side of her face. I casually dropped my clothes on the bed before going into the bathroom.

I turned the shower on before stripping out of my clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket. Once I was in the hot shower, I got some soap and clenched my dick into my fist. Knowing she was lying in my bed with just a wall between us only made it more sinful. I slid my hand up and down my cock remembering seeing her pretty little pussy. My breathing got heavier, and my hand moved faster as I imagined my mouth on her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her.

My virgin pussy .

It was driving me crazy thinking about her naked body. I'd sat daydreaming earlier, imagining what her breasts were like. The breasts that would nourish my son or daughter. I pictured myself shooting my cum deep inside her cunt, and my balls tightened as I wanked myself while rubbing the tip of my dick. I grabbed the wall for support and watched my cum spurt out and splash the wall. My hand didn't stop, and neither did my cum.

I watched the water wash away my cum down the drain as I caught my breath. What a waste. All of my cum should be inside Amelia.

I needed to ignite the same blazing fire in her soul that was consuming mine.