Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
There’s part of me that knows exactly what the consequences are of getting Iris pregnant, but I didn’t agree not to fuck her when I promised to bring her home. This is my reward for finding their long-lost daughter, and I’m going to enjoy it until I deliver her to them. Maybe she’ll have my baby in her belly by then, maybe not. Either way, I’m not pulling out, and I’m not stopping.
“Now, once more before we take a nap.”
Chapter Nine
IRIS
This time when I wake up, I remember exactly where I am. Dutch’s scent is all around me, and I think it might be imprinted onto my skin at this point. It’s still hard to believe what we did after he kidnapped me.
Am I still a virgin? He hadn’t gotten himself all the way inside of me, but there was still a sharp pain at one point. It was gone as soon as it was there because it was hard to think of anything but the pleasure. The way his fingers massaged my clit while he was inside me makes me clench my thighs together. Already, my body is craving more.
After the third time he stretched me, I passed out on top of him. I’d felt him run a warm cloth between my legs to clean me off, but that was it. Right now he’s not inside of me, but somehow I can still feel him there. I can feel him everywhere.
This must be what Stockholm syndrome is. I latch on to that idea, knowing it has to be the reason for my attraction to him. It’s probably not something that develops in a day, but it’s better to blame it on that than try and sort through how I’m feeling. And how I’ve already given over so much control to Dutch.
When I sit up, I see the bathroom door is cracked, but the light isn't on. Panic starts to rise up inside of me as I slip off the bed and quickly get dressed. Where did he go?
Peeking out the window, I see the train is still moving, so it’s not like he disappeared. Isn’t it a good thing that he’s gone because that means I can get away? I’m free to return home, but somehow that doesn’t lessen the panic. In fact, it only makes it worse.
The door slides open a moment later, and I see Dutch standing there. Everything inside of me settles, but he narrows his eyes, not looking happy to see me.
“You’re dressed.”
I pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top before putting on the sneakers. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
“Where did you go?” I ask.
“Were you about to run?” He ignores my question, asking one of his own.
“The train is moving. How the heck could I run?” The space is so small that all he has to do is turn me so he’s up against me and I’m pressed against the wall.
My breathing is heavy as desire swirls inside of me. He’s such a dominating force that I can’t help my reaction to him. His big hands wrap around my neck, gripping me as he uses his thumbs to push against my jaw. I lean my head back to stare up at him, having no other option but to meet his gaze.
“Did you think you could get away from me?”
“No,” I say honestly, and he searches my face.
“I told you that you belong to me now,” he reminds me.
“Until you deliver me.” His hands tighten a fraction.
He's not hurting me, but he does have full control, and I can’t do anything unless he allows it. That shouldn't be turning me on, but there is no denying my panties are soaked.
“Something was going on. It was all over your face when I opened the door.”
“I was scared,” I admit.
“I scare you?” He doesn't look too thrilled about that, which is almost laughable. He’s got his hands around my throat, but I’m not afraid of him.
“No,” I answer, and his lip pulls up on one side. Was that a smile?
“Were you scared I was gone, little bit? That I left you behind?” I don’t understand the rush of emotions that suddenly consume me. My eyes fill with tears, and my nose burns as I admit the truth.
“Yes.”
“Fuck me.” His mouth comes down onto mine in a searing hot kiss.
His hands release me, and I wrap mine around him, pressing my body into his. He growls into my mouth as his hard cock presses into my stomach. It jerks against me, and I moan around his tongue.
He suddenly breaks away from the kiss and drops his forehead to mine. We’re both breathing heavily as he swallows hard.
“We can’t do this.” He shakes his head. “The train will be stopping soon.”
“Okay,” I answer, feeling relieved that he’s not pushing me away.