Amelia

When I tried to stretch out, I couldn't. As I woke up, I realised that Ivan had cocooned himself around me during the night. His face was on my pillow, his arm around me and his leg covering both of mine. He looked innocent while he slept, but the sneaky bastard had used my body against me to get me to talk.

My pussy clenched as I thought about how he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm before he came. I didn't see all of his dick, but the tip was pink, and it looked long, judging by his hand movements under his shorts. I licked my dry lips and realised my lower lip wasn't as painful today.

When I looked at Ivan, his eyes were open, and he had a dark look on his face before it softened.

"I got very good at reading faces," I said to him. "What's wrong?"

He stared at me as if he was deliberating on what he would say. My eyes narrowed on him because I hoped he wouldn't treat me like an imbecile.

"I got some information on the Garrisons'. Why didn't your mother protect you?"

I swallowed but put on a brave face. This is what I wanted—to be treated like an adult.

"She isn't very motherly. Paul kept her plied with drugs, but I don't have any memories of her being a loving mother prior to him," I said in a flat voice devoid of any emotion.

He looked sceptical for a moment but nodded.

"I guess not all people are meant to be parents. It's hard to comprehend when my parents and grandparents are so different," he said, stroking my cheek.

"Rub it in, why don't you?" I said in a dry tone.

His eyes widened before he realised I was messing with him. I began to laugh at his expression, only to hold my ribs. The right side wasn't so bad because William was right-handed, so most of the bruising ended up on my left.

"You're lucky you're injured," he murmured before he held my throat and kissed my lips.

Instinct told me to get away with what I could because his dark eyes were gleaming with retribution.

"You can take a shower, but you will need to keep your head dry for another day. I'm more than happy to help you wash in those hard-to-reach places," he said, sitting up to display his sexy naked flesh.

I bet he was .

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After breakfast, he gave me a tour of his mansion because it wasn't a normal house. He held my waist as if I would faint any second because I was out of bed. He had given me a loose-fitting pair of black trousers and a dark green silk blouse that had silver ornate buttons on the front and cuffs. The clothes were beautiful, but I had a problem with the skimpy underwear. The thongs were riding up my crack, and I couldn't understand why women wore them.

Lena had been positively thrilled to see me up and about. In the end, Ivan dragged me away from her. He was giving me a tour of his office when he sat me down on his lap.

"Do you want to see my family on a video call? They have been blowing my phone up with messages."

"Uh, not with my face looking like a rainbow," I said, squirming on his lap.

"You might not want to do that, Kitten."

I paused my movement when I felt his dick beneath me harden. My mind went to last night, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore," I blurted out.

"I'm not going to fuck you until your ribs heal," he said with a frown, but his hand rubbed the top of my thigh.

I watched his hand move up and down my leg.

"You said there was nothing broken."

"I'm not sure I will be able to control myself once I'm inside you, and I won't take any chances."

"You won't be anywhere near my ribs," I said in protest.

"You're right I won't," he said with his lips curling on one side.

I thought I'd won for a moment until I realised he meant he wouldn't be near my ribs or me, period.

I slumped onto his chest with a dejected sigh and wondered how long he would make me wait.

"It will only be a few weeks. I want your first time to be memorable, not thinking about what those bastards did to you."

I put my fingers on his cheek and spread them across his beard, feeling the coarse hair.

"Thank you for not pushing me too hard. I want to forget it all like it was a bad dream."

"I never want to see you scared like that again, Kitten," he said, pulling me closer until he was cradling me with his hand going up my thigh towards my ass.

I remembered his little towel show and smiled.

Two could play that game .

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A week later, I was still not ‘devirginalised'. I wore the skimpy underwear, stripped off in bed, and groped his dick in the shower or bed. He always made me cum using his mouth or his fingers, but I needed more. This morning I'd tried to sit on his dick, but he simply laughed at me and put me on my back to eat me out.

I stroked Misha's head and sighed heavily. The man's will was ironclad.

"Why do you look so down, Kitten?"

"Because you won't give me any dick," I said grumpily.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and I glared at him.

"Misha, attack," I said, pointing to Ivan.

His pointy ears stood up, and he looked at Ivan before putting his head back on my lap.

"If you were a girl, you would have done it for me, Misha," I said to the traitor while stroking his head before rubbing beneath his ears and jaw.

Ivan chuckled before leaning over to pet Misha.

"I've asked the doctor to come and check your injuries. If he says it's okay, then I will consider it."

My head snapped up. "Really?"

He smiled before gripping my neck and kissing me.

"You wore me down, but be prepared for the consequences."

"I'm glad Misha didn't attack you now," I murmured.

In truth, waiting to be with him had given me the opportunity to get to know him. How he treated his staff, and how he talked to and about his family. He loved Misha, and I joined him in the gardens during his walking sessions. When he told me he was a jeweller, it had taken me by surprise. A big hot shot in the city perhaps, but not someone who dealt in jewellery.

"Misha knows better. I've had him since he was a pup. I trained him myself."

"What age is he?"

"Almost four years old."

I kissed Misha's head, and he began to lick my face. I pulled back laughing as he always got carried away.

"You make me jealous of my own dog," Ivan said, frowning at Misha.

"I love him," I said, petting Misha again. "I've always loved animals, but I was never allowed to keep a pet."

"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, , 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.