Amelia

My arms fell away from him, and my head sank onto the soft pillow beneath me as I tried to catch my breath. I thanked God that Paul and William hadn't raped me because I would never have experienced this moment in time with Ivan. My eyes filled with tears at the thought. I couldn't stop myself as they flowed down my cheeks and side of my face.

Ivan lifted his head, and his expression morphed into horror. If I hadn't felt like such an idiot, I would have laughed.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he tried to pull away from me.

"No," I shouted and tightened my legs around him before putting my hands around his neck. "Just hold me, please," I said in a whisper this time.

He was still inside of me, and his presence made me feel safe. His body felt stiff, but he relaxed and stroked my leg. Yes, he had a big dick, but he had been correct because, after the initial pain, he'd made me feel so good. It felt better than I could have imagined, if not a little messy.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked while his hand moved towards my face and proceeded to wipe my tears away.

I gave him a watery smile.

"I'm just so grateful that my first time was with you and not them. I-I just got a little emotional," I said, feeling embarrassed.

His concern vanished, and a hard expression appeared on his face. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes narrowed on mine.

"You will never need to worry about them," he said vehemently.

I wondered what he meant before I shrugged it off. They didn't need to be tainting this moment between us.

"When can we do that again?" I asked with a smile to reassure him.

His face softened before he smiled back at me.

"Not for a while after you almost gave me a heart attack," he said, nuzzling into my hair and neck.

It was something he did often. The action reminded me of Misha, but there was no way in hell I would ever mention that to Ivan. I didn't respond to him. I just wanted him to be as close as possible to me, which was something he must have understood because he didn't move away from me, and he was still inside of me.

"How are your ribs?" he said before kissing along my neck.

"They are fine. You kept your weight off me. I think they will heal quickly," I replied.

As each day passed, the pain lessened. I thought less about the dysfunctional family I had left and immersed myself in Ivan's world. I felt happy for the first time in my life, and tonight had been perfect.

"Thank you for fucking me," I blurted out before I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

Why didn't I think before I spoke?

I cracked an eye open when Ivan didn't say anything.

His dark eyes were twinkling with amusement. His expression was one of affection, and it softened all the hard edges on his face.

"I've never been thanked for fucking before," he murmured.

My face fell when I thought of all the women he had probably been with. A sickening feeling hit the pit of my stomach. I looked away from him towards the back of the room.

What if I didn't live up to all the sophisticated women he was used to?

It took me half an hour to choose a combination of clothes.

"Kitten?"

I glanced up at him.

"I love you. I don't care how long it's been since I've known you. Fate brought you to me, and I knew that night. Anyone before you—it was nothing like this," he said, staring into my eyes. "Trust me."

I didn't realise my body was tense until my muscles relaxed. I would process his declaration of love later, as it was too much for me right now.

"What if I don't fit into your world?" I asked hesitantly.

"I think you have gotten it the wrong way around, Kitten. My world will fit around you."

I smiled at the confidence in his voice.

"Let's take a nice bath together, and we can get back to business," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

I laughed and slapped his shoulder, which I caught just in time as he lifted himself off me. His dick didn't feel as large when he pulled it out. I closed my eyes as I remembered how hard I had come. When I stretched my body out, I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs, but I kept the pain off my face because I knew he would leave me cock-less. When I felt him push my thighs apart, I was hoping for some more fun times.

"Your cunt looks so fucking good with my cum oozing out of it."

I opened my eyes, and my head snapped up to see him kneeling between my open legs with a smirk on his face.

"Things might have gotten a little bloody, though," he said, staring at my breasts for a moment before looking at me.

I felt his fingers smear his cum all over my pussy before he pushed a finger inside of me.

"Does that hurt?"

I shook my head. He stared at me suspiciously for a moment but didn't say anything.

"I'm going to get our bath ready, don't move," he said, climbing off the bed

I saluted him as my eyes ran over his naked body. When my eyes reached his cock it was already on the rise. I bit my bottom lip because I realised how badly I wanted him inside of me again.

"You're going to be the death of me, Kitten," he muttered, shaking his head before walking towards the bathroom.

I stared at his muscled back and perfect ass cheeks until he went into the bathroom. I flung my head back onto the pillow and grinned at the ceiling.

He loved me .

It felt too good to be true.

∞∞∞

Later that night, I stayed awake in his arms. I felt exhausted, but my mind was running through all the day's events which had led to a total fuckfest. He had me on the bed, in the bathtub, while I tried to eat. He certainly hadn't been lying about not stopping fucking once he had started. Since he was asleep, I felt a little braver and caressed his cheek until I felt his spiky beard beneath my fingers. A few days ago, he'd been about to shave, and I'd asked him not to. He didn't say a word, but he'd put away his shaving kit.

I kissed his chin because that's all I could reach on his face.

"I love you, too," I whispered quietly, and as soon as I said the words out loud, my heart felt lighter.

I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. This time, I fell asleep instantly, feeling safe with him next to me.

∞∞∞

The following morning, I woke up to Ivan kissing my neck. My neck was covered in love bites. In high school, I'd seen guys and girls with marks on their necks. It made me wonder if they hurt, but I loved everything we did together. Paul and William's weaselly looks and touches had put me off the opposite sex.

But with Ivan, each moment unlocked a new memorable experience for me. We were both naked from the shower in the early hours of the morning. If we'd taken another bath, I'd have fallen asleep. I was trying to push his hand downwards when he pulled back.

"You need the morning off," he said with a rueful expression on his face.

I scowled at him.

"I'm fine," I insisted.

"Nope, it's not happening, but we can take a trip outside today to take your mind off your hungry pussy."

I paused as I felt the fear creep up my spine, making me shiver. I felt safe on his estate. He had security on the inside and a high wall built around it on the outside. This had been my perfect bubble.

"We're not far from the beach."

My head snapped up.

"A beach? Really?" I asked, forgetting my fear because there was no beach near London. "I've never been."

"We can't do much because of your ribs," he warned.

"I don't care. I want to feel the sand beneath my bare feet," I said in excitement as I pushed him away from me and slid off the bed to hunt for a beach-appropriate outfit.

I ignored the laughter that followed me.

∞∞∞

I stared at the pebbles in dismay.

"Where is the sand, and why is this allowed to be called a beach?" I demanded.

Ivan lifted my hand and kissed it before he tugged me along the fake beach.

"As soon as your ribs are better, I will fly you out to a real beach."

"So you admit that you brought me to a fake beach?"

He let go of my hand and put his arm around my waist, his fingers spreading across my stomach. I sighed before leaning into him and wrapping my arm around him.

"Misha would have loved this. I told you we should have brought him with us," I said, feeling guilty, looking at the open space and the sea.

"It's only a walk and some lunch. We can bring him with us next time."

I glanced back to see Pavel following us. As over the top, as it seemed, it made me glad he was there. There was something going on, but Ivan spoke Russian whenever he spoke to his men, and I had no clue what it was. This is why I began to learn Russian on his tablet and sometimes on the phone he had gotten me.

It was sad that I had no one's number to put in it. This morning, he had given me three credit cards and a debit card, which I'd put in the bedside drawer. I didn't need to buy anything. He had taken care of that for me.

A breeze hit my face, and I inhaled the clean sea air. For all my moaning about the lack of sand, I loved being here, close to the sea and out in the open.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I said.

He kissed the top of my head and rested his hand on my hip.

We spent the morning talking. The more he talked about his family, the more it made me want to meet them. I didn't say anything about my mother. There wasn't much to say. What could I tell him that she resented from the day I was born?

By the afternoon, the sun was shining, and we stopped off at a seafood restaurant. It made me glad I had worn a dress—a simple white dress with a touch of blue and a matching blue cardigan. All the clothes he'd bought me were beautiful and stylish.

We sat at a table beside the window, which overlooked the sea. Pavel sat at a table close to the door. He didn't look inconspicuous at all, wearing a suit, tie and matching shoes on the beachside. Ivan took my hand, pulling my attention away from Pavel.

"Why are you looking at him?" he asked sharply, squeezing my hand beneath his.

Startled, I glanced at his face and saw his anger. His lips were pursed, and his eyes were trying to bore holes into mine. He was ridiculously jealous of Pavel.

I smiled and covered his hand with mine.

"I thought it was funny that he is wearing a suit, tie and polished shoes at a fake beach," I said, patting his hand.

His eyes flicked towards Pavel briefly before his grip loosened on my hand, but he was still frowning. Before I could say anything, a waitress came with our menus. She was polite and smiled at us when she saw our hands.

"Thank you," I said, taking the menu from her.

Ivan looked a little calmer by the time she left, and I opened up the menu. I'd tried more seafood living with Ivan. Lena made a fish soup and a salmon and pastry dish, which I enjoyed, but I didn't think I would be able to tackle a crab or a lobster.

"Do you want me to order for us, Kitten?"

I nodded and watched him scan the menu before he raised his hand for the waitress. It wasn't until she came back that I realised if Ivan had been staring at her, I would have reacted in the same way, but perhaps by bashing his balls in from under the table.

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