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SAY YOU’RE MIN

ALEXA RILEY

CONTENTS Say You’re Mine Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Epilogue Paying Daddy’s Debt Chapter 1 Read Me Romance Stalk the Author

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SAY YOU’RE MINE

BY ALEXA RILEY

Iris woke up one morning thinking she knew exactly how her day was going to go. But being kidnapped and smuggled out of the country wasn’t part of the plan. Now she and the muscled mercenary are confined to a train with a bed only big enough for one.

Dutch was hired to do a job, but things got…complicated.

One sassy comment has him weak in the knees, and now he’s ready to make her his.

Warning: Did we accidentally write a daddy book? No. Yes. Okay, fine we did. But we didn’t mean to! Just read it!

For Jisa Dean… your books made us do this.

CHAPTER ONE IRIS

“I

ris, stand up straighter and suck in.”

I do as my mother asks as she pulls on the zipper of my dress up. She tugs hard, and I hear her strain, but it doesn’t budge. She lets out an irritated hu and then narrows her eyes.

“Did you drink water all day yesterday?”

“Yes.” I always do as she asks, and even though I’ve never lied to her, she looks like she doesn’t believe me.

If she could control every bite of food that went into my mouth she would. She’s put me on a diet before, but then my dad found out and he went through the roof. Mom can get away with a lot of things, but on a rare moment when Dad pushes back, everyone falls into line, including Mom. “We’ll have to get something else.” She tsks and shakes her head. “Such a waste of a beautiful dress.”

The passive aggressive dig is something I’m used to, so I ignore her. I wiggle out of the dress, and she turns around to shu e through the rack of clothing her personal shopper

brought over today. This is so over the top for a backyard tea party, but I keep my mouth shut.

I’d love to tell her if she wants the dress so badly she should wear it herself. Although it would hang o of her slender frame and look like a paper bag. Years ago I found pictures of when she modeled. She was gorgeous then, and she still is now. She’s all legs, with silky hair, and her skin is perfect too.

I’m constantly disappointed I didn’t get one of her traits out of the gene pool. I’m short, extra curvy, and my hair is impossible to control unless there is a professional nearby.

Dark freckles spread across the tops of my cheeks and nose that even the best makeup can’t hide. She never comments on the di erences in the two of us, but I can put it together when she does everything in her power to cover up all my flaws and puts me in shoes that are impossible to walk in.

While she can be hard about a lot of things, she can be sweet and supportive too. I’ve never understood how she can go from one extreme to the next, but everything with her is often one way or the other. There is no gray, it is only black and white, and it’s a constant struggle to keep up with her mood swings. Some days I think I hate her and others I love her. Maybe I get more from her than I realize.

“How about something that’s a little more girl next door. I should have started with that. You’ll look adorable with your dimples and a sundress, and you can even wear flats.” She’s talking more to herself than me, but I still respond.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Perfect.” She hands me a white dress that has dark blue eyelet lace at the bottom. When I hold it out, I realize there’s

nothing at the top. “Strapless?”

“Yes, I’ll get you a bra to change into.”

At least I’m getting flats and a dress I can breathe in. I can’t complain too much, but my mom has no idea what it’s like to wear a strapless bra with boobs my size. Luckily when I put the dress on it’s actually snug at the top, which will help. It’s fitted through my chest and waist, then begins to flare at my hips. The material stops a few inches above my knee, with the dark lace just a little below that. It’s beautiful, and I’m surprised that I actually love how it fits me.

“Oh! You look perfect!” She comes rushing into the room with a bra and hands it to me to put on while she gets my shoes and any accessories she wants to add.

Sometimes I think I’m her dress-up doll more than her daughter. I used to love it when I was younger, but now I want to wear things that I pick out myself. Still, this is a small price to pay to make her happy, so I let her do her thing. Especially because the tea this afternoon is with her friends. Since I’ve gotten older, she’s been including me in more of her events. I think she might be grooming me to be a mini her and take over some of the responsibilities she has for the family.

“And we’re right on time.” Mom grabs my hand and leads me out of my bedroom.

We walk down the grand stairs that lead to the front entrance, and I realize I don’t even know what the tea this afternoon is for.

“You never told me who’s coming today,” I say as I’m careful to not wrinkle my dress.

“Just Molly Rineheart.” I stop walking. Now I know why she never told me. “What?” she asks innocently.

This isn’t the first time Mom has brought up Brock. The first time she told me about him, I said I had no interest, but clearly that didn’t matter. She’s pushing for this, and Dad isn’t here to stop her.

“Mrs. Adair, a car was just let through the gates,” Rita announces.

“Make sure everything is ready, and we’ll enter the garden in a few minutes.” Rita nods to my mom and then goes towards the kitchen.

“You’re trying to set me up.” My voice is quiet because I don’t want to make her angry.

“You should be thanking me. The Rinehearts are a prominent name, and the boy is handsome. Not to mention your father works with his father, so it’s in everyone’s interest to join our households. Make sure you’re on your best behavior.”

When have I ever not been on my best behavior? Mom had me learning fork placement and proper seating etiquette as a child. I bite my tongue to not say anything because Dad is the one weapon she knows she can use against me. I have to think about how to approach this situation and how to get out of it.

The doorbell sounds, and the chimes echo through the house. I know for a fact Mom set this all up for this specific time because Dad is out of town. She can be a bit of a snake at times to get what she wants.

“Welcome,” Mom says when the butler opens the front door. When I don’t see Brock with his mom, I perk up. Maybe

this won’t be so terrible. “Don’t you look lovely today, Molly,” Mom says as they give each other kisses on both cheeks.

“Thank you.” Molly turns her focus on me. “Oh, Iris, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. When did you get your braces o ?”

“Last summer.” Without thinking, I run my tongue along the top of my teeth.

“What a lovely young lady you are now.” She smiles, but I look down at the floor.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rinehart.” I keep my voice appreciative, but inside my stomach is churning.

“Isn’t she pretty, Brock?” she calls out, and I snap my head up in time to see Brock make his entrance. He’s tucking his phone into his pocket as he walks up beside his mom and looks me over.

“She is.” Brock winks at me, and I feel my hands sweating.

His wavy blond hair is perfectly styled, and he looks like he could be on the cover of some kind of country club magazine. He’s wearing a classic pale blue polo shirt paired with khakis, and I wonder if his mom dressed him too. As much as I’d like to deny it, he is handsome. But he knows it, and that makes it so much worse.

Every girl in our social circle whispers about Brock. As connected as my mom is, I can't believe she hasn’t heard all the rumors. If she did it would be gross that she’s trying to set me up with the entitled jerk. He’s slept with half the country club, including a few moms if the rumors are to be

believed. Why would she set me up with someone who has a terrible reputation?

“Come in.” Mom steps back, giving them room to enter the house. “Iris, why don’t you show Brock to the garden where we’re set up? The roses are in full bloom right now.”

“I’d love to see it.” He smirks at me.

He doesn't give a crap about the roses, but I don’t have a choice. I can’t do anything to upset my mother or disrupt this perfect day she has planned.

“Of course, let me show you the way.” When I turn toward the patio and begin walking, I feel him quickly catch up with me. When he puts his arm along my back, I tense.

“Relax,” he says. “I don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I don’t.” I step to the side to open the sliding glass door and keep my distance so he can’t touch me again.

“You virgins are always so uptight,” he sco s, shaking his head.

“No we’re not,” I say, but then regret the words immediately. I don’t know why I’m trying to convince him of anything because it’s pointless.

He pulls a flask out of his pocket and takes a swig before o ering it to me.

“No thanks.”

“See, uptight.” He takes another drink before putting the flask back in his pocket. “Now let's go see this rose garden.”

He licks his lips, and his eyes linger on my cleavage. “Maybe some are ripe for the picking.”

It takes me a moment to catch his innuendo, and my face flushes. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I walk ahead and try

not to let it show.

I’m starting to think my mom might actually hate me.

CHAPTER TWO DUTCH

T

rain is still the best way to get around without too many prying eyes or people asking questions. It’s also the easiest way to travel without giving too much information. Information that can easily be faked with the right credentials.

Most of my work is done overseas, but a call two months ago brought me back to the States. I had to travel by boat because chartering a private plane raises suspicions, and I always stay under the radar. In my line of work I have to be discreet; otherwise I’m not very good at my job.

Bronson Dian is a German baron who sells the materials used in making space satellites. He’s also tied to the Russian mob, which is how I came to meet him. Fifteen years ago Bronson’s young daughter was kidnapped from her bed in the middle of the night and was never seen or heard from again. She was presumed dead because anyone taking her would have used her as leverage for a ransom.

Bronson and his wife Freida reached out to some of my contacts as a last resort to find her. They still believe she was alive, even when everyone told them she was most likely

dead. Otherwise they would have had evidence in the last fifteen years proving she was somewhere in the world.

After years of working as a freelance gun for hire, I’ve developed a reputation as someone who takes on odd jobs if they interest me. Normally I would have turned this down, but when my contact at the Bratva told me the story, I couldn’t help my own curiosity.

The Dians were almost royalty in Germany, and as far as the media was concerned they could do no wrong. I knew Bronson’s ties went deep with the work he did, which was why he was able to ask for this last-ditch help. I met with them at a hotel in Prague, and they told me the story. I promised nothing when I left that night, but the story wouldn’t leave my mind.

After a few days of brooding, I agreed to take on the case, but also told them to prepare for the worst. They told me they would pay when their daughter was delivered, and I agreed. When I told them that they wouldn’t hear from me again for months, they didn’t seem surprised. I knew the research would take focus, and having to report to them regularly would slow me down. When I left I didn’t have high expectations, but soon after I got a hit.

My time in the States gave me the info I needed to track down a family in Canada. I would have to cross the border and take a train, but it was doable. Tomas and Helen Adair have an estate in Northern Toronto that borders Lake Simcoe. That’s how I’m planning to get on the property.

The train journey isn’t long, but I force myself to sleep.

After years of working when I didn’t know where I’d find my

next bed, I learned how to take advantage of the time when I had it.

Hours later, I’ve got my bag strapped across my chest, and I’m boarding a boat. I paid a local enough cash to borrow it for a few hours and keep him quiet while I do what I need to. It’s nearly silent as I take it across the edge of the lake and to the estate in the distance.

I don’t have a picture of the young woman I’m after, only one of her as a child. It was taken the day before she disappeared, but seeing her mother and father should give me a good indication if it’s her or not.

The Adairs have ties to Germany, and the father Tomas used to go by the name Ansel when they lived there. They left right around the time of the disappearance but were never questioned or looked at as suspects. There’s a lot more dirt I found when uncovering the connection, but that’s not what I was hired for. I’m here to collect the girl and take her back home, nothing more.

It’s sunny on the lake, and most people don’t expect a hit to happen in broad daylight. Which is why it’s the best time to do it. I’ve also been keeping tabs on the Adairs, and Tomas is out of town until tonight. It’s the best time, and it’s why I’m traveling today instead of the day before.

The longer I’m here, the more likely people will either recognize me, or I’ll draw suspicion. I don’t exactly blend in at six-eight and three hundred and fifty pounds. The orphanage gave me the name Dutch because when I was born I was the biggest baby in all of the Netherlands.

In the distance I can see the back of the estate and house with their gardens surrounding it. They have a boathouse

that’s open, so I turn o the motor and take out the paddle.

As quietly as I can, I paddle the small craft into the boathouse and tie it o . I check the other boat nearby and see the keys are in it. Good.

Dropping my gear, I unlatch the knife at my side. I plan on going in silent and coming out hot. I cross myself and say a prayer to whoever might be listening as I quietly open the door of the boathouse and make my way through the trees.

The gardens are dense with shrubs and roses that are almost as tall as I am. They’re in bloom, so they o er enough coverage that I’m not seen right away.

In the distance I can hear people talking, and I stop to see if I can make out what they’re saying. It’s getting closer, and I tighten my hold on my knife as I wait.

Footsteps are loud against the pebbles on the path, but I keep my breathing shallow. Through the leaves of the roses I see two people just on the other side.

“Now that I’ve seen these pretty pink petals, why don’t you show me yours?” I hear the man say.

“I’m sure my mom is wondering where I am.” The girl’s voice is so soft it’s hard to hear, and I see her feet moving back, away from the man.

“She knows exactly where you are, Iris, and she’s more than aware of what I’m capable of.” His feet move closer to her, and I clench my knife harder.

“What?” She pauses her retreat. “What are you saying, Brock?”

“Now you know I don’t kiss and tell.” His feet move closer to her, bringing him within arm’s reach.

I need to know if this is her, and I’m not stumbling on something that I should ignore.

“That’s a sick joke,” she says, and I can hear the hurt in her voice. “Don’t touch me.”

“Come on, Iris. You know our parents are going to force us to be together no matter how hard you protest. Why not let me get a little sample? I’m going to have you either way.”

“Stop, no!” I hear feet shu ing as she cries out, and I can’t take it anymore.

I’m a man with low morals when it comes to criminals and breaking the law, but I’ve never hurt women and children, or allowed anyone I know to do it. I’m not starting today, even if that means I have to come back another time to take what I’m here for.

Without a word I slip from the shadows and come up behind the guy she called Brock. He’s got her pushed back on a cement wall with his hands up her dress. She’s fighting with all her might, but she’s too small to push him o .

One quick move and I’ve got one arm around his neck and the other holding the knife to his throat. He’s frozen in place when he feels the steel of the blade, and I’ve got his full attention. I realize from his size and seeing his face that he’s much younger than I originally thought.

When I look up I see the dark-haired beauty with wide eyes that are as gold as the cathedrals in Russia. I’ve never seen eyes so gold before, and for the first time ever I lose all thoughts. It’s only a flash, but it’s there and it goes all the way to the center of my bones.

It’s her.

“I’ll scream,” Brock says, and I want to laugh.

“Do you think that will save your life?” I ask, my accent thick while my eyes stay on the girl. I almost want to ask what she would have me do with him just to see what the answer would be. But even now, I can see that her heart is untouched by darkness. I can’t kill this boy in front of her eyes.

“Who are you?” she asks, looking around like I appeared out of some kind of box.

“Give me a moment and I’ll explain.”

I pull the knife away, and the boy tries to elbow me. I shake my head and then put my hand around his throat. One quick pinch to the right vein, and he crumples to the ground.

To my surprise, the girl screams and it’s so piercing that there’s no way the security at the perimeter didn’t hear it.

And like clockwork an alarm sounds in the distance and I curse.

“We have to go.” I grab the beauty by the arm and start to walk toward the boat.

“No!” She pulls against my hold, and I sigh.

“We don’t have time for this.” Without waiting for her to comply, I toss her over my shoulder and run to the boathouse.

“Help!” she screams again.

“Fuck,” I hiss, realizing I should have taped her mouth shut. This didn’t go according to plan, but part of my job is to adjust the plan as we go.

Tossing her into the speedboat, I turn the key and hit the gas. Security in the distance is coming closer, and just as I

pull out of the dock, they come busting through the door.

Shots are fired, and I grab the girl, shoving her down as I take o .

It’s not far to the other side where I’ve got a car waiting, but the hard part will be convincing the girl that I’m here to save her.

CHAPTER THREE IRIS

W

hat the hell is happening? This has to be a bad dream or I’m hallucinating.

The giant man pushes me down to the floor of the boat as the sound of gunfire starts to fill the air. I scream when I hear some of the shots hitting the boat, and glass shatters around me. I know it’s my father’s stupid guards, so why the hell are they shooting in my direction? For all they know they could have shot me.

I stay down for now because I don’t really have much of a choice. I’m stuck for the moment because if I get up, I’m afraid I’ll become a target. I stare up at my captor and watch as he keeps one hand on the wheel and turns around to fire o a couple of shots. I close my eyes, praying to wake up from this nightmare.

The boat bounces hard on the choppy water, and my stomach drops every time. It feels like we’re going airborne on each bounce, and I come down hard on the floor. Water

sprays all around us, but at least I don’t hear any more gunfire.

Slowly I try to sit up, but the man glares at me so I lie back down. For a second back there I thought he was my savior, but now it looks like he’s my kidnapper. I guess he didn’t want Brock to get to me first, and I swallow hard, wondering why he wants me at all.

He could have easily taken Brock, and he’s a freaking Rineheart. It makes me think this isn’t about money, because I’m not nearly as valuable as him. My mind starts to race, coming up with one crazy idea after another. I keep thinking this has to do with my father because nothing else makes sense.

Looking around the boat, I wonder how I’ll ever get away from this guy. I couldn’t even get away from Brock. My stomach tightens. In the rush of everything else I’d momentarily forgotten about that. What would have happened if this man didn’t come along? For all I know he might do worse.

He has to be one of the biggest men I’ve ever seen. My dad has a lot of security that comes and goes, and most of them are big, but this is a whole other level. Brock was nothing but a doll in his hand that he easily subdued.

When the boat starts to slow down, I know this might be my only chance to get away. I try and control my breathing, but my heart is already starting to race. His attention is straight ahead, and all I need is some time. I’m sure people are already on their way to save me, so all I need to do is stall.

I tell myself to move, to get up and jump o . We have to be close to the shore if he’s slowing down, but still my body is frozen. I'm losing precious seconds as the boat starts to slow even more. Closing my eyes, I tell myself I can do this.

We’ve got to be close to the shore, so how hard could it be to make the short swim? I’ve got this.

Before I can change my mind, I bolt up.

He makes a grab for me and catches the back of my dress.

As I try to run, I hear my dress rip, freeing his hold on me as I stumble over the side of the boat. The water comes faster than I’m prepared for, and it’s freezing cold.

I gasp underwater, sucking it into my lungs as I push myself back to the surface. I don’t see land anywhere around me, and I begin to panic. I'd been so sure we were on the other side. I fight to keep myself above water, still coughing up the water in my lungs. I’ve always been terrified of water and never learned how to swim. My parents had tried many times, but I couldn’t get over my fear.

A hand wraps around my arm and pulls me out of the water and back into the boat. “That’s the second time I’ve saved you today.”

He puts me down in the seat and the boat takes o again.

As I cough a few more times and spit up the water, I’m finally able to catch a full breath. That’s when I look up and see my mistake. I was so disoriented from the chase, I’d jumped o the wrong side of the boat. That’s why I couldn’t see land nearby. I’d let my panic in the water take over and made a stupid mistake.

He keeps the boat pointed towards the shore, and when I think he’s going to slow down he doesn't.

“Hang on,” is all he says right before we hit the shore hard.

The boat comes to a grinding halt, half of it now on the bank and the other back half still in the water. He grabs me by the arm and tries to pull me, but I don’t let go of the bar I’d grabbed on the side of the boat.

“Do you really want to fight me?” I stare up into his dark gaze and see pitch black. For a moment there’s a look I don’t understand, but then it’s gone.

My fingers let go of the bar knowing he’s right: I don’t want to fight him. He hauls me o the boat, and my feet barely hit the ground before he has me over his shoulder and he takes o in a run. How can someone this big run so fast, and also do it while carrying a person on his shoulder? He’s some kind of freaky superhero, minus the good stu .

I try to get a look at where we are, but my wet hair sticks to my face, blocking most of my view. It’s not long before he’s pulling me o his shoulder and I slide down his body.

When my feet touch the ground again, my hands rest against his hard chest for balance.

“Get in.” He pulls open the passenger door of a waiting car and pushes me inside. The door slams shut and when he jogs around to the other side, I go for the handle. I frantically try to find it, but there’s nothing but a blank space where one should be.

“Looking for this?” he asks, holding up the door handle as he gets in. He tosses it in the backseat before starting the car and taking o . With each second that ticks by, I know it’s one second closer to me not being found.

“Do you have a death wish?” the man asks, and he sounds super pissed. “I’ll take that as a yes. You jumped o a boat and your little ass can’t fucking swim.” He actually sounds worried about me.

“Little?” I snap and want to take it back. Why did all my focus go to him calling me little? I’ve never been called little in my life, but I suppose compared to him everyone is.

“Yeah, little,” he grunts, glancing over at me. I notice where his eyes linger, and I realize my wet dress is clinging to my body. “Being stupid will get you killed.”

“What choice did I have? You might kill me.”

“Wrong, little bit. My mission is to save you.”

“Save me? From who? You already kicked Brock’s ass.

Wait, do you work for my dad? Is this all a mix-up?” I say a silent prayer hoping this is some kind of stupid misunderstanding. One that includes high-speed getaways, shooting guns, and a possible drowning.

“I was hired by your father.” I start to relax, knowing it’s all going to be okay. “Your real one. I’m saving you from the Adairs.”

CHAPTER FOUR DUTCH

“Y

ou’re lying.”

She scowls at me, and she looks like a grumpy kitten after a bath. I want to laugh, but it’s been so long since I’ve done it, I don’t know if I remember how.

“Why would I lie?” I make sure to keep an even speed so that I don’t draw attention.

“I don’t know, so maybe you can kidnap me.” She points to herself like it’s obvious.

“I’ve already kidnapped you.” I put the same emphasis on the word she does. “I have nothing to gain at this moment by lying to you.”

“So you might need to lie to me in the future.”

“Yes.” I look at her like she’s ridiculous, and her eyes widen in shock.

“This is crazy. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“No.” I put on my turn signal to merge onto the highway and curse the tra c.

“No?”

“Do you have water lodged in your ears?” I reach in the back for a towel and hand it to her. She jerks it out of my hand and wraps it around her. It’s a pity, because I could see her delicious curves around the wet dress.

“Tell me why you think my parents aren’t my real parents. Wouldn’t I know? I’ve been with them my whole life.”

“Be quiet.” I look into the lane next to me and see an opening.

“Be quiet!” she shouts, and I can feel her hysteria rising.

“I was shot at!”

“If it makes you feel any better, they were shooting at me.” Up ahead there’s an accident that’s slowing tra c down, but they’ve got it pulled o to the side now.

“No!” “Enough.” I turn to her and point a finger. “Enough shouting in this tiny car. You will be quiet and do as I say. My job is to deliver you to your real parents and nothing more.

I’m not here to answer questions.”

I watch as her golden eyes begin to fill with water, and her bottom lip wobbles.

“Oh no.” I deflate, dropping my finger and letting out a long sigh. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” she says, her voice breaking.

“Listen.” My patience is thin on a normal day, but seeing the tra c and slowing down has me even closer to the edge.

“I won’t hurt you.”

She looks down at her hands in her lap, and I come to a stop on the highway. “You go by Iris, right?” I ask and she nods, still not looking at me. “Iris.” I try and make my voice

less intimidating, but my size will always tell a stranger that I’m dangerous. Reaching out, I touch her chin, and to her credit she doesn’t pull away. “Once I have you safe, I’ll explain more.” I press my lips together, trying not to lie to her. “I’ll tell you as much as I can.”

“Okay,” she answers softly and nods.

Part of me relaxes, and up ahead I see tra c open up. I’m able to move over and get around the accident then hit the gas. The delay was only minor, but we’ve got a train to catch if I’m going to get her across the border before sundown. As it is, I can’t very well take her looking like I tossed her in a lake, so I’ve got to fix that.

“You need to change.”

“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to bring my kidnapping bag with me. Can we turn around and go get it?”

I’ll take a smart mouth over crying any day of the week.

“Lucky for you I planned ahead.” I use my thumb to point over my shoulder to the backseat of the car. “There’s some jeans and a T-shirt back there with some shoes.”

“They won’t fit,” she says without even looking at them.

“They will.”

She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “We’ll see about that.”

She grabs the bag and opens it up. I see her rifle through it and look at the tags, but she doesn’t say a word. Once she pulls the clothes out she doesn’t argue any more as she looks around the car.

“Where exactly am I supposed to change? I’m guessing you’re not about to pull over and let me out?”

“Not a chance.” I shake my head. “You can do it in your seat. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

Her cheeks heat, and she looks out the window. “That doesn’t mean I want you to see me.”

“Put on the clothes, Iris, or I will pull over and do it for you.”

I’m not a good man and have never been called a saint. So when she pulls the wet dress over her head, I absolutely look.

Her tits are spilling over the top of her strapless bra, and I feel myself get hard. Fuck, she’s too damn young for me to be looking at her like this, but I can’t stop. Holding her over my shoulder earlier gave me an up close view of her round ass, and just exactly how those curves would feel against me.

“Eyes on the road, big guy,” she scolds, and I look away.

She pulls on the faded black T-shirt I found at the thrift store. It’s got the name of a band I’ve never heard of on it, but the way it clings to her makes me a fan. I look down again when she tosses the soaking wet dress in the backseat and her thighs spread on top of the towel. She grabs the jeans and has to lift her hips to put them on, and I think about her lifting them as I fuck her pretty little cunt.

I clear my throat to get my mind o of just how good she’d feel wrapped around my dick. “We’re taking a train to New York,” I say, trying to distract my cock.

“I can’t leave the country.” She slips on the shoes and looks down at them like she’s surprised those fit too. I’m good at my job, and thorough enough to get her sizes right.

“What do you think will happen at the border if you make a scene?” I ask, letting her weigh the risk and rewards.

“The cops will come and save me.”

I look at her and shake my head. “No. They will ask questions, and they won’t be ones you’re prepared to answer. I’ll have all the information along with the paperwork that makes you my ward. It will show them you’re mentally incapable of being on your own, and I’m in charge of transporting you back to your family.” Tears begin to well in her eyes again, and I curse myself. “I’m sorry. I’m used to dealing with hardened criminals, not sheltered little girls.”

“I’m not a little girl,” she says angrily and balls up her fists on either side of her.

“It’s not a bad thing.” I reach out and take one of her fists in my hand. “It means you’re not cold inside like the men I deal with. I need to be more careful with you.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asks again, the plea in her voice almost painful.

“All will be explained,” I vow, and the fist I’m holding on to relaxes. “I need you to cooperate and get on the train with me. I won’t hurt you, but I will lie and manipulate the border guards into not believing you. Once you are on the train with me, we’ll talk.”

“And you’ll tell me everything?”

“I’ll tell you what I can,” I agree, and after a moment of hesitation, she nods.

“What’s your name?” She looks over at me like she’s trying to guess.

“Dutch.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes.” When our eyes meet, I feel something in my chest, so I look away quickly. I’m getting distracted, and I need to

focus.

The train station is the next exit, and after I turn o , I pull into the parking lot. I grab my bag from the backseat and leave her wet dress on the floorboard. When I go around to the passenger side, I hold my hand out, but she hesitates.

“Come with me if you want answers,” I tell her, and she presses her lips together tightly before she takes my hand.

As we walk away, she turns back to look at the car. “Don’t you need to lock it or something?”

“No, it’s stolen,” I tell her, and she looks at me in surprise. “Don’t worry, you’re the only person I’ve taken without permission.” And after a long beat of silence, I shrug. “Well, today at least.”

CHAPTER FIVE IRIS

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utch keeps his hand tight around my wrist as he pulls me through the busy train station. My feet move on their own, letting him lead me through the throng of people. Everything he said bounces around inside of my head, and I don’t know why I’m even considering it.

Which is insane, because I know who my parents are.

What if this is one of those crazy stories where the children were accidentally switched at birth? But then why would Dutch be kidnapping me if that’s what happened?

Unless my parents didn’t want to switch back with the right kid. Okay, now I’m being ridiculous, but who can blame me at this point? I’ve been tossed into a reality TV situation, and my brain is dizzy.

Dutch slows his pace as we near the train, and even though it’s crowded, I notice people jump out of his way when they see him coming. A few women even stop to check him out, and maybe if he hadn’t kidnapped me I might find him attractive too.

“Don’t worry, ladies, he’ll probably kidnap you too one day.” I smile at them, but clearly they think I’m crazy because they shake their heads at me.

He stops suddenly, but my feet are still moving and I run right into his oversized body. I bounce back, but I don't fall as he grabs a hold of me and keeps me steady. He stares down at me and then his brow furrows.

“Sorry, I keep forgetting how little you are.”

Did he really apologize to me? This has to be the world's strangest kidnapping.

His hands tighten around me, and I’m frozen in place as he leans down. The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats, and I lick my lips. My breath catches in my lungs when I feel something that has to be a third leg pressing hard against my stomach.

“I have my documents, but know this, no one is going to take you from me. If they try, you’ll be responsible for what I have to do.” He pulls back. “Got it?”

I nod my head. Those women we passed didn’t even believe me. They thought I was messing with them, and honestly I kind of was. I watched how easily Dutch handled Brock, and it took nothing to subdue him.

When Dutch begins walking again, we go down a long walkway and then step onto the train. We pass a few doors before he opens one and pushes me inside. He quickly closes the door behind us, and I try to look anywhere but at him.

The room is small with a bench on each side facing each other and a single window to see out. Dutch reaches up and pulls the curtains closed, blocking out the rest of the world.

“When we start moving they’ll come through for our tickets and passports.” I drop down into the seat, and he takes the one across from me. I watch as he pulls out a folder and places it beside him.

The conductor makes a final call before the train jerks and starts to move. I’m surprised when my eyes fill with tears.

I’ve been so calm for most of the travel, but knowing we’re leaving the country makes it final.

He did it. He’s gotten away without anyone catching up to us.

He pulls out two American passports and places them on top of the folder. I wipe at my cheeks as a few tears slip away.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says gently.

His voice still manages to sound gru , but something about it makes me believe him. He’s been kind when he could have been cruel, and part of me thinks he actually believes what he’s telling me. He sees this as him doing the right thing.

“I love my parents.”

“Even if they kidnapped you?” he challenges.

I nod. I’m close with my dad, and I know my mom cares for me even if she doesn’t show it. But her trying to marry me o to Brock was too far. At the end of the day, what she wants always overrides what I want. It doesn't matter that I’m an adult; she will always try to control my life in one way or another.

“I can't flip a switch and turn it o . That’s not how love works. Even if everything you’re saying is true, I’ll miss them and want to see them.” I swipe at my cheeks as more

tears start to fall. I lower my chin and look down at my hands, silently wishing once again for this to be a dream.

“Shit,” I hear him grumble.

A moment later, he pulls me to the bench he’s sitting on and wraps an arm around me. The fact that he’s being so nice only makes me cry more. I don’t understand any of this, and the confusion is adding to my emotional breakdown.

“I have no idea how love works, but I can’t take you back to them. At least not yet.”

“Yet?” I jerk my head up, and my eyes meet his.

“Let’s say what I’m telling you is true. You don’t want to meet your real parents?”

“I don’t know.” It’s not something I considered, and a barrage of emotions takes over inside of me. It’s too much to understand, so I fight it. “It’s not true, so it doesn’t matter.

This is crazy.”

He starts to say something else, but there’s a knock at the door before someone calls out for tickets, and it slides open.

“Tickets?” the short man asks.

Dutch lifts me o his bench and puts me back over on the other one. He hands the man some papers and then the two American passports. The train guy goes through the papers then shoves one into his pocket before handing Dutch the tickets back.

Next I watch as he opens the passports then looks at me and then at Dutch. After that, he slides the passport bars through a small machine and it beeps. He hands them back to Dutch and nods to both of us.

“The beverage cart is open and there are snacks available too. Have a good trip,” he says before stepping back out and

closing the door behind him.

I reach over and grab for the passport, but Dutch holds it so I can’t. “I want to see.” I hold my hand out, and his lips twitch before he places it in my palm. I flip it over and see a picture of a woman that is clearly not me.

“But…” He takes it back from my hand. “How?” “Money can get you most things.” He slips the passports back into his bag. “You did good though. Didn’t say a word.”

He almost sounds proud.

“Because you would have hurt him.”

“Is that really the reason? Even at the train station you were quiet as a mouse except to mess with those women.”

He’s not wrong, but I don’t like seeing him so smug. “You jumped into the water not knowing how to swim but haven't tried to get away again. At least not since I told you why I was here.” He’s right, and I hate it.

I push back in my seat. “What are you getting at?”

“You’re curious.”

I am even though I shouldn’t be. “This is all stupid. You said you’d tell me once we were on the train. So…” He runs his hand down his face. I don’t miss the scars along his knuckles, and I wonder what kind of life he’s had.

His words of not understanding love come back to me.

“Your parents are Bronson and Freida Dian,” he tells me, lifting his brows.

“If you’re waiting for a reaction, you’re not going to get one. I don’t know those names.”

“How about a picture?” He pulls one out from the file next to him and hands it over. I take it from him and flip it over.

It’s an old picture, but as I look at the young woman in it, the air leaves my lungs. I stare down at her and realize she’s probably around my age in this picture. She has my same body build and hair, but it’s more than that. It’s her features that draw me in, with the same small, upturned nose and the dark freckles across her cheek. She’s smiling, and there are two dimples deep in her cheeks the same as mine.

Dutch hands me another photo, and it’s the same woman only this time she has a little girl on her hip. There’s a tall man in a suit standing behind her, and they’re in front of a Christmas tree. There's a black cat stretched under it, and I touch the photo.

“Boogeyman,” I whisper.

“Huh?” Dutch asks.

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “I had a black cat when I was younger. He looks just like him. His name was Boogeyman.”

“Strange name for a kid’s cat.”

“You know when you hear things at night and you get scared when you’re little? Kids think it’s the boogeyman.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it was. He was sweet and flu y and nothing to be afraid of at all.” Dutch nods his head in understanding.

“What happened to him? Is he still around?”

“I don’t know.” I hand the pictures back.

“You don’t know? Like he ran away?”

“I don’t know. Is that so hard to understand?” I shout, and I’m surprised at my outburst.

“No, it’s a lot to take in. Your mind is trying to piece things together.”

“There’s nothing to piece together.”

He keeps going, ignoring me. “You were four when you were taken. If I had to guess, you don’t know what happened to that cat because the cat was with your real parents.”

“No, that’s not it at all.” I shake my head as I try to search my mind.

“You’re mixing up the early memories or your real parents with the ones who stole you.”

“That’s enough,” I cut him o . I hate the doubt I’m feeling in my own mind. This man is getting into my head.

Those pictures could be fake.

“I thought you wanted answers from me?” he says, but I don't respond. “You’ll see for yourself soon.”

I don’t think he meant it as a threat, but for some reason it feels like it.

CHAPTER SIX DUTCH

“L

et’s get you some food,” I suggest, and her scowl softens long enough to nod. I want to tell her she’s once again like a kitten because she’s irritated when she’s hungry. I somehow don’t think that would go over well. “As long as you stay with me, you’re safe.”

“Why does that sound like a warning?”

“Because the family you lived with had a reason for taking you, Iris. They stole you, and they won’t be pleased when they find out I’ve taken you. I have no doubt they’ll come after you, and when they do, they won’t be as gentle as I’ve been.”

“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.” She wraps an arm around her stomach, but I reach out and take her hand.

“You’ll need something, then you can sleep.”

She doesn’t protest as I take her out of the sleep car and through the train. It’s not made for people my size, and I’m constantly having to duck between doorways and where the trains connect. Once we get to the front, there is an empty table next to a window.

“Sit here.” I point and hold her steady through the rocking path until she’s seated.

There’s an attendant that comes by and gives us a menu with a few items on it. There are hot sandwiches and snacks, so I order everything. Iris looks at me with wide eyes, and I shrug as the attendant leaves.

“I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, I gathered that.” She straightens her silverware in front of her and moves the fork to the other side. Then she adjusts her waterglass and places the napkin in her lap.

“It’s a train, not a formal dinner.”

Her cheeks heat as she rolls her eyes. “Just because it’s not fancy doesn’t mean we can’t be civilized.” She reaches over and does the same to my place setting.

I find myself grinning as I watch her little hands move around the table, making it into a production. It’s cute. Fuck, when was the last time I used that word even inside my head?

“Do you like to be civilized?” I tease as I take a drink of my water.

“I don’t know, it was the way I was brought up.” She lets out a quick breath and looks at me like she’s making a confession. “I never understood all the pomp and circumstance of all those etiquette classes I was forced to take. If I’m honest with myself it was always more for my mother than anything. I wanted her to be proud of me, and it seemed that one way to do it was to excel at it.”

“Let’s pretend you can do whatever the fuck you want,” I say, and her eyes snap to mine. Leaning forward, I push her

fork so that it’s crooked. “Let’s say that right now you can make the choice. What would that choice look like?”

The corner of her mouth turns up, and I see the hint of a dimple that is so like her birth mother’s. There’s also a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Why do I enjoy her defiance when all I want her to do is obey?

The food comes, and it takes three of the kitchen sta to deliver it all to our small table. We’re overflowing with plates, so the idea that she was trying to remain proper is laughable. I might actually laugh if I remembered how.

“Screw it,” she says to herself as she digs into one of the sandwiches.

I watch as she eats like she’s never been allowed treats before. It makes me wonder what life was like for her with the Adairs. Did they never allow a casual meal or for their daughter to get messy? It takes three napkins for her to wipe the sauce from the poutine o of her mouth, and somehow it’s adorable. I push another plate towards her, one that’s filled with chocolate cake and cream. She hesitates for only a second before she takes the spoon I used, and then scoops up a bite with it. Watching Iris close her eyes and moan at the taste of the cake shouldn't make me hard. But somehow seeing her mouth where mine was, and the pleasure she’s experiencing is enough to make me lose focus.

Looking out the window, I see beyond the trees in the distance and remind myself that this is a job. One that is paying me to deliver this woman to Bronson and Freida Dian in Germany. It should take me two more days to get her

there, but already I’m wondering if I can delay it any longer.

Maybe I could take a longer course for safety, just to be sure.

There’s a part of me that whispers that the excuse is complete bullshit, but I ignore it.

“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask when she leans back and places her hand over her stomach.

“Yeah, I’m stu ed. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“Let’s go back to the room.” I pull out some bills and leave a stack of cash for the sta . It’s not only for their service but for their silence as well.

Most of the people working the train have been paid under the table, so they turn the other way when questioned.

This ensures that no one saw us eating here together.

I take Iris’s hand in mine to help steady her, and also because I like holding on to her. She’s so small it would be easy for her to trip and fall over, and I’m strong and steady.

She can use me to anchor her, and I like the way that feels.

She pushes the button to open the door to our small room and then she looks back at me with wide eyes.

“We have a bed?”

“They probably made it up while we were at dinner. Use the bathroom if you need to. I had clothes left in there for you to sleep in.”

We go into the cramped space, and I see they’ve turned down the benches into one full-size bed. It would be hard for me to sleep on this alone, but it will be impossible for both of us to sleep on it together. But we’ll have to, because there’s literally nowhere else for me to sleep. There’s not even enough room for me to sit on the floor.

While Iris is in the bathroom, I pull o my shirt and boots. I plan on sleeping in my underwear, but I’ll wait and undress when the lights are o . I’ve already put her through enough today, and I don’t want to deal with her hysterics at seeing me in my boxer briefs.

Turning around when I hear the bathroom door open, I see her standing there in a pale pink nightgown. “Fuck.”

“It’s, um, not exactly the right size.” She tugs at the hem, but all it does is pull the top down to show o her ample cleavage.

To make matters worse, it’s see-through, and I can make out the exact size and shape of her nipples. I hold my boots in front of my cock so she can’t see it swelling in front of her.

“It’s fine, it’s just for one night.” I try to look away, but I can’t as she brushes past me. I feel every soft curve as she moves to the other side and stands in front of the bed.

When she bends over to climb on it, I have to bite my bottom lip to keep a moan from leaving me. It clings to her round ass, and bent over like this, I can see a little peek of her pussy. I blink and turn around to give her some privacy, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen her sweet little crease, and I’m hard as stone.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I say before I step into the little bathroom and yank the door closed.

In this tight space, there’s no room for me, but goddamn it, I can’t go back out there this fucking hard. I turn on the shower spray as I take o the rest of my clothes and step under it. There’s body wash built into the shower, and I hit the button and get a handful.

My fist goes straight for my thick cock that’s jutting out in front of me so far it’s hitting the shower wall. I grab my length and squeeze it hard as I try not to think about her pussy lips peeking out under her nightgown. But it’s no use, because that’s the only thing I want to imagine right now.

Moving behind her and pushing that little nightgown out of the way. Sliding my wet tip in her tiny folds and making her bounce on my dick until I cum.

I paint the shower wall in a matter of seconds and suck in a deep breath at how fast I got o . It’s embarrassing that I couldn’t last more than a few pumps, but in my defense, I had excellent spanking material.

By the time I make it out of the shower, the lights are o , and she’s curled under the blankets. Thankfully she’s on the far side of the bed, leaving me a small space to climb in. I pull on clean boxer briefs and then climb on the bed with her. It’s creaky, and I’m hoping the frame can hold my weight. It wouldn’t be the first bed I broke.

When I’m finally stretched out, I turn on my side and give up on trying to keep space between us when it won’t be possible. Curling behind her, I rest my hand on her hip and lean in close to her ear.

“Whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe,” I vow and then close my eyes.

She doesn’t respond, but I do feel her relax against me as she drifts o to sleep. It’s a long time later, when she’s snoring lightly, that I finally allow myself a few hours to drift o too.

The part I didn’t anticipate was waking up with her on top of me.

CHAPTER SEVEN IRIS

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armth surrounds me everywhere, and I cuddle in closer, seeking the heat and comfort. When I shift my hips, my sex rubs against something hard. It presses perfectly against my clit, and I moan softly at the sensation. I do it again, searching for the same pleasure as before.

I rock back and forth, and a fresh woodsy scent fills my lungs. My panties are soaked and cling to me, and even my breasts ache with need. The handful of times I’ve tried to get myself o it never worked, but as I thrust my hips back and forth I can feel the orgasm already pushing down on me. It’s drawing me closer to the edge, and all I want to do is find the end of it.

“So close.” I moan as my core aches. “Please.”

Two strong hands grip my hips and stop my movements. I jolt awake and see dark angry eyes staring into mine as everything from yesterday comes flooding back. No, not

angry, that’s hunger in his eyes. His nose flares, and the veins in his neck strain as he fights for control.

Something about seeing him so close to losing it is erotic.

That I have this big badass man under me and he’s in a fight to control himself. I’m likely a third of his size, yet all this does is make me feel powerful and sexy. It only adds fuel to the flames of my need, and I do something that I’ll probably regret later.

“Dutch.” I breathe his name, and he shifts. The next thing I know I’m on the bottom and his giant body is over mine. My legs have to spread so it’s almost painful in order for him to fit.

“Fuck,” he grits out before his mouth comes crashing down onto mine.

I gasp, and his tongue presses past my lips as he takes what he wants. I’m at his mercy as I dig my fingers into his back and start to kiss him. His cock is still pressed against my sex, and I try to move my hips. It’s no use because the weight of his body has me pinned to the bed. I can’t move unless he lets me, and now I’m the one under his control.

Our positions have quickly changed, but I can’t say I’m at all upset about it.

One of his hands cups my breast over the thin material of my nightgown. His thumb brushes back and forth on my nipple, and I whimper as my clit starts to throb. The ache is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I need to get o now.

I break away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath.

“Dutch, please.”

“You want it, little bit?” he asks, his face intense, and I nod my head.

When he first called me that, it annoyed me. Now being pinned under his big body, I find I like it a hell of a lot more than I should.

“I need you to say it,” he demands.

“I want it.” The words spill past my lips without a second thought. I would say anything right now if he asked me to.

He lifts o of me just a fraction, and my hips are free to move. “Then take it.”

My heart pounds, but my need overrides everything else, and it makes me bold. I wrap my arms around his neck as I lift my hips and press my sex against his cock. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I rock myself back and forth on his hard length.

Small moans I can’t control escape. “So close,” I whisper, but I can’t get myself there.

“You need me.” It's not a question, but still I answer.

“Yes.” He shifts again, and I cry out in despair when he takes his cock away. A moment later his fingers are there, and he slips them into my panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, his accent thick.

He presses his fingers against my clit and starts to rub in small circles. The pressure is everything I need, and the way he touches me is like he knows my body better than I do. It’s almost like he’s done this to me before.

“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I thrive on the sound of his voice. “I want you to come for me, Iris. Let me have this while you’re with me. Let me make you mine even if it’s only for a moment.”

His words spiral me over the edge, and I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My eyes close as I cling to him and ride out every last bit of the pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever before everything inside of me relaxes into a puddle of utter peace. I lie there boneless, not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again.

When his hand slips out of my panties, I find the strength to open my eyes. He’s staring at his fingers that are coated in my release, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

He quickly rolls o the bed and goes straight for the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the small shower turn on. I’m still surprised he can even fit into it.

I lie there wondering how the hell that just happened. Oh yeah. I was humping the man in my freaking sleep. I groan and pull the blankets over my head. I’d begged him to get me o and he did. Then he was out of here as quickly as possible, not wanting anything in return. I’m not sure if that’s sweet or if my pride should be bruised.

After a minute I pull the blanket back down and roll onto my side. My eyes go to the door, but I make no move to get up and try to make a run for it. I tell myself it’s because there isn’t anywhere to go on a moving train.

When I run my fingers across my lips, it’s like I can still feel his mouth on mine. That kiss was out of control. I’ve

never in my life felt so needed by another person who only wanted me as I am. He didn’t want to change me into something I’m not, and I’m honestly starting to think Dutch knows me better than anyone else.

I push myself to sit up when I hear the water turn o in the bathroom. I brace myself for what’s to come because I’m certain he’s about to give me the I’m sorry, that shouldn't have happened speech.

“Iris,” Dutch says as he starts to push open the bathroom door. “We can’t…” His words trail o when his eyes meet mine.

“I know, I know.” I shake my head and stand up, doing my best to pretend I don’t give a crap. “It can’t happen again.”

Turning around, I try to search for my clothes. I can’t look at his bare chest or I might jump him again. When did I start getting so horny? It’s probably because I slept pressed up against Dutch and my body still wants more.

He grabs me and spins me around to face him, and I have to lean my head back to look up at him. I swear he’s getting more handsome by the second.

“You’re too damn beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” I shake my head, shocked that he said it. “I had every intention to apologize.”

“What’s changed?” I ask as he pulls me harder against him. My hands brace against his broad chest as I wait.

“I saw you.”

“What now?” I’m not sure what I want him to say, but I need to know where we go from here.

“Like I said. For the time being you’re mine.”

CHAPTER EIGHT DUTCH

I

shouldn’t go to her, I shouldn’t touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it’s take.

Without thinking it through, I lift her o the ground and turn so that I’m sitting on the bed and she’s straddling my lap. I grab her hair and pull her head back as my mouth melds to hers. Sleeping next to her last night wasn’t a possibility. I was too fucking hard to sleep, and her curves pressed against me made it worse. Then she climbed on top of me and began to ride my shaft like it was a saddle.

I’m only so strong, and the way she begged so prettily made me want to breed her.

The tiny scrap of a towel I tied around my waist when I came out of the bathroom is pushed away by her eager fingers. She grabs my shaft with both hands, and I groan into her mouth.

“Little bit, you don’t know how to use this weapon.” I hold her wrists and wait as she looks into my eyes. “You’ll pull the trigger before it’s time.”

She bites her bottom lip, and the sight of her is so innocent. What would it be like to train her, to teach her how

to please me in all the filthy ways I desire? I picture her on her knees with my cum dripping down her chin, and I smile.

“Perhaps your goal is to undo me.”

“I just want to make you feel good, like you did for me.”

She shrugs as she looks at me under her lashes. “You can put it anywhere you want.”

My hands tighten on her wrists, and I growl low in my chest. “Don’t say that to me.” I lean in close and bite the shell of her ear before I lick the tender skin there. “I’ll have my cum all over you before this train stops.”

“Dutch,” she whispers, and I close my eyes tightly.

The way she says my name is like a call from a siren. I have no choice but to give her what she wants.

“We do this my way,” I tell her before I flip us around and stretch her out on the bed. “You won’t be needing these.”

Reaching between her spread legs, I grab the crotch of her panties and give it a quick tug. The material rips in pieces, and I toss the cotton scraps to the floor.

“I want you to ride my face with your cunt,” I say as I lean down and bury my face against her wet pussy.

Her gasp echoes in the room before she cries out my name. Her legs wiggle and shake like she’s trying to get away at the same time she’s trying to get closer. I put one of my heavy arms over her waist to keep her still as I lick her clit like an ice-cream cone.

“Fucking juicy,” I grunt while she arches her back. “You can try, but you won’t take this from me.”

She rocks her hips up and down on my mouth, and the sound of her wet lips makes my dick weep. Cum is dripping

down the fat head and the veiny length as her pretty little pussy moves faster and faster.

When I suck on her clit, that’s all it takes and she’s crying out and clawing at the sheets. Seeing her come undone is like lighting a match, because now I want to fuck her hard and deep.

One last swipe of my tongue through her slick release and I climb on top of her. The sheer pink nightgown has ridden up around her waist, and her tits have spilled free from the top. I bunch up the material in the middle of her stomach and fist it tight as I pull her pussy right up against me.

Her eyes, heavy with desire a moment ago, widen in surprise at the size of my length against her. My cock is sandwiched between us, the head of it still weeping cum onto her.

“I can’t fuck you.” Her bottom lip begins to poke out, and I shake my head. “It won’t fit, at least not yet. I’ll have to stretch you multiple times a day to get you ready.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.” I move my cock against her pussy, and she moans.

“I’ll make you crave it.”

I sit back and grab my cock with my fist. I pump up and down on it a few times to relieve some of the pressure. When I’ve got myself under control, I swipe the creamy tip between her pussy lips. She moans and bears down on it, seeking release again.

“You need to be still.” I bark the order, and she does as I say. Grabbing my hard length, I slide further down until the tip of my cock kisses her tight opening. “I’m going to stretch you a little more each day. We’ll have to do this again tonight

at least twice. You should be able to take half of me before the day is over.”

“Half?” she asks, her voice laced with shock.

“I’m a large man all over and you’re small.” I push in just the tip and feel the impossible squeeze of her around me.

“You’re innocent too.”

How her cheeks can still blush is beyond me, but I hold her steady as I slowly move in and out, just an inch. Her walls tighten at my intrusion, and I grit my teeth at the feel of it. She’s trying to keep me out, yet her body is eager for me to enter. She’s dripping wet, and now she’s got some of my precum to help.

My entire body is rigid as I move only the tip in and out, in and out.

“More, Dutch, please.” She raises her hips, and I hiss at her.

“Be still, or I’ll stop.” I pull the tip out of her completely, and she whines. When she’s completely still again, I enter her as before. “Good girl.”

It takes years of patience and conditioning to reach the level I’m at. But all of it is on the edge of crumbling by this little slice of sweetness under me. I’m strong, but her small fingers playing in my chest hair makes me soften. How does she undo me, when so many men have tried and failed? How have I let her under my skin when no woman has done it before? She’s made me claim her, and now I have no choice but to take her innocence as my payment for rescuing her.

“Oh god, Dutch. I think I’m going to come again.” She closes her eyes tight and raises her hips for me.

“Let me feel your pleasure while I give you mine.” I look down between us where we’re joined and the tip of my cock is inside of her, waiting to be milked.

I graze my thumb over her little nub, and she cries out as her body goes over the edge. Her little cunt squeezes me so tight that I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.

My seed spurts from me and into her as I stroke my length.

It’s so hard not to thrust, but I use all of my years of training to remain rigid, massaging out every drop of my cum.

When I’m finished, I pull back, and a rush of our combined release leaks out and down her round ass. Without hesitation, I run my fingers through it and smear it into her skin. I like seeing myself on her and marking what is mine. I slide that finger lower and to her asshole, where I push against the tight little ring just to see what she does.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t tell me to stop as I rub her there. “Eventually, I’ll cum here too.”

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

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his 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 o , 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 o 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.

I don’t let myself wonder about those feelings because it’s all too much for me to handle right now. He takes a step back, and I immediately miss his warmth. I’m a starved kitten wanting all of his a ection and attention.

“I got you something to eat.” He bends down and grabs a bag o the floor. He must have dropped it when he walked in. He reaches inside and pulls out a sandwich and an orange juice.

“Thanks.” I sit down and eat my breakfast as Dutch runs his hand through his short hair. Something seems o .

“Is everything okay?” I ask, and he lets out a bark of laughter, surprising both of us.

“To be honest, I have no fucking clue what I am right now.” I totally understand that. “Did you get enough to eat?”

“Yes.” A voice comes over the speaker, letting us know we’re coming to our final stop. Dutch gets the rest of our stu together so we’re able to take o .

“Will I be meeting people today?” I ask tentatively. Could today be the end of the line for Dutch and me? He said I was his for the time being. What happens when that time is up?

“No. This is only the first part of our trip.” I don’t miss that he doesn't fill me in on what is coming next. “Do you want to meet them now?”

“It would be nice to have this settled.” I shrug.

I think about the woman in the picture holding the little girl he said was me. I’m not completely sure, but what I do know is that I look a lot like her. It’s almost laughable how I’d always wondered why I never had any similarities to my own mom. Not that any of this crap is true, but I suppose we’ll know soon enough.

“Then what? You go back home to your fake parents?” he challenges.

“Don’t be a dick.” I glare at him.

“I recall you enjoying my dick.”

I gasp. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

He lets out a long sigh, running his hand down his face. “Yeah, I know that, little bit.”

I turn my face away from him, not wanting him to know how his words sting. It isn’t only what he said, but it’s how he can flip from sweet to something else altogether. My mom does that a lot. I should be used to it, but it hurts more when it comes from him.

“Hey.” He grabs my hand, and I can feel the train already coming to a stop.

“Guess we should get going.” I force a smile. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s pretending that everything is fine when it’s not. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment and finally nods.

“Yeah. We should.” He tosses the bag over his shoulder, never letting go of my hand. People crowd in the walkway, trying to get o the train as he leads us through it.

“I’m so excited, I’ve never been to America,” the girl standing behind me says. “Have you and your dad been here before?”

“Husband,” he corrects her, and mine and the girl’s eyes widen. Before I can say anything, he’s pulling on my hand to follow him o the train. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Where to, Daddy?” I tease.

“Knock it o .” He keeps pulling me, but I swear I see something flash in his eyes. It’s the same hunger I saw in them last night. Did he like me calling him that?

“Slow down. My legs are half the size of yours, and now that I’m o the train I realize I’m a bit sore all over.” He actually slows his steps for me and then squeezes my hand.

“Need me to carry you?” I think he’s teasing, but he suddenly stops.

“I can walk!” I shout as he reaches for me. After a second he nods, and we start moving again. “Where are we going?”

“We need a car.”

“I’m guessing since you said need and not have, we’re stealing one?” He grunts his response.

“Can I at least use the bathroom?” I ask, not knowing how long we’ll be on the road.

“Fine.” He doesn't seem happy about it, but he leads me over to one of the restrooms in the train station. “Make it quick.”

“Yep,” I say as I see him doing the same on the other side.

After I use the stall I go over to the sink and wash my hands.

“Iris.” I jerk my head up, and in the mirror I see there’s a big man standing behind me. “Your father sent me.” He

grabs my arm and starts to pull me out of the bathroom. “We need to hurry.”

“But wait, I think there’s a big misunderstanding.” I try and twist free as he pulls me along, but it’s no use. His grip on me turns painful, and I cry out. “Let’s talk about this like rational adults.”

He stops walking and finally looks down at me. “This will be easier,” he says, and my eyes widen when I see a syringe in his hand.

Who the hell did my father send to rescue me?

CHAPTER TEN DUTCH

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he needle goes in her arm the second I walk into the bathroom, and rage like I’ve never felt hits me. It’s a match on top of gasoline, and my vision turns red as I lunge for the man holding her.

Iris falls hard to the ground as my fist lands in the attacker’s face. He grunts as I feel his knee connect with my ribs, and a sharp pain goes through my chest. How the fuck did they find us? I was so careful, but there must be more at play here than even I realize. Otherwise why would they be so desperate to get her back?

My other fist rains down the attacker’s back as he doubles over and falls to the cement floor. He makes a soft moan and then he’s out cold. I’m in motion to grab Iris and get the fuck out of here when three more guys come running in.

“Get the girl,” one of them barks, and I move in front of her limp body on the floor.

I can’t think about what they gave Iris and if she’s okay. I have to focus on getting her someplace safe first.

“Try it and those will be your last words,” I hiss through clenched teeth as I crack my neck.

It’s been a long time since I had to use all my strength, and right now I’m thankful for all my years of training. My body is big, but I’m quick as the first guy rushes me.

My feet are planted solidly on the ground, so when he connects, I grab him by the back of the neck and lift him o the ground. Without hesitating, I slam him back on the concrete and use my boot to crack his jaw. The sound echoes in the space, and I hold my fist up, ready for the next one.

The last two guys come at me at once, and I kick out, nailing one square in the chest. He goes flying backwards against the concrete wall while I use my elbow to knock out the other guy’s front teeth. He screams like a little boy as I spin around and finish him o with the heel of my boot. My promise for those to be his last words will be true as he drinks out of a straw for the rest of his life.

Seeing the threat has been contained—for now—I lean down and scoop Iris up in my arms. Quickly, I put my ear to her mouth, and I can hear her breathing softly. Whatever they gave her must have been a powerful sedative.

Looking around the bathroom, I see there is another door at the back that looks like the janitor’s closet. If there’s a way out there, I need to take it. These won’t be the only men after her, but for right now I’ve got to get her to safety.

I kick the lock and break the handle for the door to swing open. There’s a large window in the back of the closet, and that’s good enough. I toss Iris over my shoulder and hold her steady as I open the window and make sure no one is waiting outside for us. Carefully I carry her out with me and creep around the side of the building. In the distance I can see two more suited men by a van that has to be what they were

going to use to transport her. Thinking about my options, I scan the parking lot and see what I’ve got. Once I’ve got a plan, I’m in motion.

There’s a flash-bang in my bag for emergencies, and this would be the time. I slide it out and throw it through the window so it lands in the middle of the guys inside the bathroom. I count to three and when it goes o , the two men by the van come running to the bathroom, and I hold onto Iris as I run to their van.

Placing her in the backseat, I see the keys are in the ignition and I thank those dumbasses for being so bad at their job. I pull the door closed, get behind the wheel, and peel out of the parking lot before anyone is the wiser. I’ll have to dump this ride soon in case they have some kind of tracking on it, but first I need to put some distance between us and them.

“Dutch,” I hear Iris moan behind me, and I glance back to see her sleepy eyes open just a fraction.

“It’s okay, little bit. I’ve got you.” I reach behind me and she takes my hand and gives it a weak squeeze. She might as well be tugging on my heart. “Go back to sleep, you’re safe with me.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she mumbles, and I feel something sting my eyes.

What the fuck? I reach up and there’s water on my face.

How the fuck did that happen? There’s no rain.

I drive for what feels like enough time that we can make a clean getaway. There’s a diner with a long-haul trucker park up ahead and a used car lot next to it. Perfect.

It takes me all of ten minutes to find us a new car, get Iris settled in the passenger seat, and pull out onto the highway.

I even grabbed us some food in the process and made sure Iris had lots of water. She’s got to flush that shit out of her system, but I don’t know how much actually got in her.

Worry eats at me that I wasn’t able to keep her safe, and now I don’t know if I’ll be able to fulfill my duty the rest of the way. Not having much of a choice, I take out one of the burner phones in my bag and dial the number I memorized when we were kids.

“If you’re calling me, there must be a problem,” the voice says on the other end.

“I need a favor, Sergio.” There’s a long pause, and I can almost picture him waiting to see what I’m about to say. “I need safe passage to Germany.”

“Done,” he says, agreeing without question.

“I’ll be at your safehouse in about three hours,” is all I say before ending the call and throwing the burner cell out the car window.

CHAPTER ELEVEN IRIS

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y eyes are heavy as I try to open them, but for some reason they aren’t cooperating. I hear the sounds of someone pacing, and it never seems to stop. Panic rises inside of me as the memories come rushing back. I’d been injected with something, and the whole world had gone black in the blink of an eye.

My heart starts to pound at the fear of where I am and who is with me. This is all so freaking crazy. Why would my parents send someone to drug me? A tear slips free at the thought of not having someone on my side to take care of me. The feeling of being lost and alone is overwhelming, but then the image of Dutch appears in my mind. I need him.

What if something happened to him too?

A whimper forms in my throat as my body finally catches up.

“Little bit.” Warm hands cup my face, and it’s Dutch’s voice, gentle and soothing. Relief fills me knowing he’s here, and I don’t want to think about how I tried to get away from

him in the beginning. “You’re crying.” He wipes away the tear that escaped. “Damn it, Iris, open your eyes.”

His tone changes as he issues the command. It's gru and demanding, and the need to please him has my eyes doing exactly what he says. There’s also a tingle between my thighs at the sound of his order. How the heck can his voice do that to me?

“Thank fuck,” he says with relief as he leans down and presses his mouth hard against mine. “You scared the shit out of me, little bit.”

I can see the fear in his eyes, and I hate that it’s there.

Reaching up, I brush my fingers along his jaw, needing that connection more than I realized. The rough stubble against my fingers feels nice and reminds me that he’s here and he’s real. He hadn’t let anyone take me from him, and the safety in that warms me from the inside out.

“You saved me.” It’s not a question, because looking at him now, there’s no doubt he was my hero.

“Always.” He kisses me again, and this time I don’t want him to take his mouth o of me. My heart starts to pound for a whole other reason as I cling to him.

He pushes his tongue past my lips, claiming this kiss for himself. This one is di erent from all the others. He’s still got his hands on my face in a gentle hold, and although it’s sweet, I swear he’s trying to remind both of us that I still belong to him.

“Dutch.” I breathe his name.

“I’m right here, little bit, and I’m not going anywhere.” I realize I’m lying on a sofa at the safe house as Dutch picks me up. He sets me on a table nearby and turns on a light. I

glance around the room that looks like it’s stuck in the 1980s.

“Where am I?” “With me.” He smirks, making me snort a laugh. “Fuck, I love that sound.”

He drops his forehead to mine, and I feel a need to soothe him. I run my hands up and down his back. I want to do all I can to reassure him that I’m okay. Well, at least physically I am.

“What the heck happened?”

He lets out a sigh before stepping back and running his hand through his short hair. I think he’s debating what he should tell me. Maybe he doesn't trust me, but can I really blame him?

“Somehow they caught up with us,” he answers after a beat.

“When the man grabbed me, he said my father sent him.”

Dutch’s eyes narrows as he considers this. “Did you try and go with him?” His jaw goes tight.

“If I was going with him, why would he have drugged me?

I was trying to get him to stop so we could all talk about this.

It’s getting way out of hand.” My response makes him relax some but not by much. He’s on edge, and I can sense it like I’m attuned to him in some way.

He folds his arms over his chest and spells it out for me.

“Your fake father tried to drug you.” I know he’s not saying this to hurt me, but the fact that this happened at all is super messed up.

“I guess. I mean, I was fighting the guy. He might have told him to do what he had to do to get me back.” I try to

plead my father’s case, but I feel like I’m lying to myself. The only reason I’m defending him is to make myself feel better.

“You don’t send a man to drug your hot-as-fuck daughter so she has no idea what the hell might be happening to her.” Somehow his words both scare the crap at out me and make me giddy that he thinks I’m hot as fuck.

“You’re right.” I drop my head, unsure what I believe anymore. “Dutch, is everything you’re telling me true? Have you ever lied to me?” Two of his fingers come to my chin so he can lift my head to meet his eyes.

“I’ve never lied to you, and I never will.”

“I believe you. Which is crazy because you kidnapped me.”

“You trust me because your mind is putting things together. You’re following your gut.”

“And because I feel safe with you.” The words slip out, and I see a small smile tug at his lips. It makes me dream of getting a real smile from him one day.

“You’re safe with me, little bit. I still need to figure out what the hell is going on, but you’ll be protected.”

“What? Did something change?” I ask.

“Something feels o ,” he says as I rest my hands on his hard chest. Touching him makes me feel more grounded and like my life isn’t so out of control.

“I think you’re right,” I agree. This is all too much.

“I’m always right.” I smack his chest playfully and roll my eyes.

This time I get a bit more of a smile as he leans down and kisses me. I moan into his mouth, and my fingers dig into

his shirt. His hands go to my ass as he pulls me o the table and back over to the sofa.

“Time for another stretching session, Daddy?”

He lets out a loud groan. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” he says before his mouth comes back down on mine.

I start to close my eyes, but Dutch shifts, and in one quick motion he’s on his feet with his gun trained on something across the room. I tilt my head to see a man in an all black suit. There’s a deadliness about him that can’t be denied. Did my father send him too?

“I’ve got your transport,” he says, not the least bit bothered by Dutch pointing a gun at him. Dutch lowers the gun and tucks it in his belt. “It's ready when you are.” A smirk plays on the edge of his lips. “Daddy.”

CHAPTER TWELVE DUTCH

“W

e’re leaving,” I say as I take Iris’s hand and then grab our newly packed bag.

“What? You’re not going to introduce me?” Sergio’s eyes linger on Iris, and I step in front of her.

“Iris, this is Sergio. He got us safe passage to Germany.” I feel her peek around my side and wave to him.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all—” “Enough.” I scowl at him, and his smile broadens. He’s enjoying this more than I like. “Do you have any information for me?”

His smile falls, and he nods as he looks to Iris and then to me. I’ve known Sergio since we were children, and I can read him better than most. He’s got something to tell me, but he doesn’t want to say it in front of Iris.

“You can speak freely in front of her.” As much as I want to keep her sheltered, she needs to know the truth.

“Let’s sit down.” He motions to the table and chair, and I drop our bag. When we take a seat, he pulls out a folder with

lots of papers and pictures inside. “You did a lot of the leg work for me, so it wasn’t di cult to connect the dots.”

He places the pictures I’ve already shown Iris in front of us. She looks at them and then at me.

“This is who you’re saying is my real family, right?”

“Yes.” Sergio brings out another photo and places it beside them. It’s a photo of an old woman holding a little girl in her lap. “This is you around the age you were taken.”

Sergio pulls out another photo, and it’s of the older woman, but maybe a decade or two before. “This was your paternal grandmother, Anna. She was a viscountess in Germany and extremely wealthy.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I squeeze her hand and slide her chair closer to mine, needing to feel her warmth.

“I believe the reason you were taken was because of her fortune.”

“Explain,” I say, and Sergio rolls his eyes at me.

“I’m getting there.” He places several documents in front of me that look old and weathered. “According to her last will and testament, she specifically cut out her son and all his connections to her wealth, and the entire estate was left to Anna Dian.” When Iris doesn’t respond, Sergio places a birth certificate in front of her. “That’s you; you were named after your grandmother. Your real name is Anna Dian and you are the sole heir to the viscountess's fortune.”

“But why me? Why not my parents?”

“This is the reason she was taken,” I realize as I begin to read over the papers.

“I believe it was in large part due to your father’s connections with the Russian mob and how deep his debts are to them. From what Dutch uncovered and I’ve since learned, your biological parents can’t access that fortune without you. And you were taken by the Adairs with the motive of using you to gain access to that wealth also.”

“How would the Adairs have gotten the fortune if I was the sole heir?”

“They were going to breed you for it.” I hiss as I see the letters from her parents in Canada. “They were selling you o to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”

“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails o , and both Sergio and I look at her and the evidence on the table. “Oh god.”

“The fortune was always yours, and if you were proven dead, it all went to charity.” Sergio places another document in front of me and taps it with his finger. “All Iris, sorry, I mean Anna, has to do is go to this bank in Germany and they will scan her fingerprints. Once they verify it’s her, the transaction is complete.”

“This is all crazy.” She puts her head in her hands, and I look over at Sergio. He’s about as good with crying women as I am.

“I’ll leave you two alone to discuss things,” he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll lock up on the way out, but stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” I say and pull Iris into my lap.

“Anytime,” he replies, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye.

As a kid I used to call him “the shadow,” and it’s still true now. Hopefully the next time I see him, it’s under better circumstances.

I feel Iris curl against me and I wrap her up in my arms.

“It’s a lot to take in,” I o er, and she nods against my chest.

“We’ll stay here one more night.”

She relaxes a little, and I’m glad I made the right call.

After getting news like that, I don’t want to take her out on the run again. What I want to do right now is give her pleasure and take her mind o of everything that’s making her feel heavy.

Standing from the table, I cradle her in my arms as I go into the small room and place her in the bed. It’s not big enough for both of us to lie side by side, but I enjoy her sleeping on top of me.

“Is it bedtime?” she asks when I set her down and then reach up to unbutton her shorts.

“Not yet,” I answer, and I see her cheeks heat.

I strip o her shorts and then her pink cotton panties as I kneel down at the edge of the bed. I can see as her lips get wetter when I pull her to the edge of the bed. Without teasing, I bury my face between her thighs and open my mouth over her pussy. She moans and grips my hair as I lick between her little folds. Her pearl is already hard and waiting for me to soften it as she rocks her hips up. Over and over I lick her clit, needing her to get o . I want to put her heart at peace, and if I can’t right now then I’ll do the next best thing.

Pushing two fingers into her makes her legs fall open wider for me. She’s still so fucking tight, but I can probably

get another inch of my dick inside of her. What I need more than anything right now is my cum inside of her. Thinking about someone else breeding her made me want to burn this house to ash.

She cums on my fingers a moment later, and while she’s still pulsing, I pull out my cock. I’m on my knees at the edge of the bed, but it’s the perfect height to enter her. Slowly I ease the rounded head of my swollen cock into her. I can feel her kitty clench around it as I push in an extra inch.

“Fuck.” I have to fight to keep it steady as she slowly takes half my cock. That’s as far as I can go right now, and she moans, wiggling for more. “That’s enough.” I rub her clit with my thumb and stare down at how stretched she is.

“Too much more and it will hurt you.”

“No it won’t, I promise.” She tries to bear down and take more, but I smack her pussy just a little.

“Be good.” Slowly, I pull out and then slide back in, only to the halfway point. She’s so fucking wet my cock is dripping, and it’s not sure from her release.

With my other hand, I wrap it around the base and move it in time to her pussy, pretending it’s hers. Only my fist isn’t as tight as her cunt. I use her juices to lube up my hand, and the sound of the slick sweetness is almost vulgar. She’s so turned on, it’s smeared on her thighs and there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her hard and deep. She’s not ready, but soon she will be, and until then I’ll have to make this enough.

“Deeper, Daddy,” she says softly, and I pause my thrusts.

“Don’t,” I warn as my cock swells and leaks into her.

She rocks her hips, and her clit rubs against my hand.

“Deeper, Daddy,” she says again, but this time she licks her lips.

I clench my teeth but only give her half as I fuck her fast and faster. At this pace, she won’t be able to hold back her orgasm. She shuts her eyes tight and cries out as she cums on my cock. I pin her hips to the bed and empty my own inside of her, still not going deeper into her little pussy.

“Goddamn it,” I curse as more and more of my cum pumps into her.

When she opens her eyes, she has the decency to look at least a little ashamed. “Sorry.” She bites her bottom lip, and I shake my head.

“You’re not sorry at all.” I take my cock out from inside of her and rub it over her clit. I want every last drop of my cum on her. “But soon, little bit, you’ll have all of me.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN IRIS

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ooking out the window of the private plane, I realize that my parents did well, but this is a whole other level of money. I’ve never been on a private plane before, and it should be exciting and new. But right now, all I feel is dread because soon enough my whole world is going to change.

Dutch is once again pacing back and forth down the aisle of the plane. Every so often he makes a call or does something on his computer, but I don’t bother to ask. I don’t want him to dodge my questions, or worse, lie.

Last night was wonderful because for a few brief hours I got to forget about everything and everyone except Dutch.

Sometimes he would be dirty and crude while he did things to me, but I craved it. He’d make me beg him to cum and then he’d use my body for his pleasure.

Other times it was slow and sweet with a gentle touch as he worshipped my body. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world to him, and I wanted to

stay in that moment. The way he took care of me made me feel like he was truly doing it for no other reason than because he wanted to. He didn’t act like he was being paid to be here with me, or that he was in it for the money. Not with how he held me against him while I slept.

Too soon the sun was rising, and it was time for us to leave. For a brief moment I thought about running because I didn’t want to face any of them. Here I thought I had one set of parents doing everything they could to find me, and another set of parents devastated that I was stolen from them. But the truth is I have no one, at least when it’s time for Dutch to leave. Right now he’s all I’ve got, and I’m not ready for it to be over.

I’m not only going to lose my family when this is all said and done, but Dutch too. His mission to deliver me will be completed, and it stings to think of myself as nothing more than a job. He hasn’t given me a reason to think it’s more than that, and I can’t be mad about that either. He made it clear what we are and that I’m his until this is over. Then he’ll be o saving some other girl.

“What’s that face for, little bit? You look like an angry kitten.” He licks his lips, and his eyes eat me up.

The simple action has my body waking up. He has this control over me that I don’t understand. That should scare the crap out of me, but really I want more. I love his dominance because I’m safe there. I don’t have to think about anything other than the pleasure.

“Nothing,” I lie, trying to mask my jealousy at the thought of him taking care of someone else. Do other girls call him Daddy too?

He narrows his eyes on me, and his whole demeanor changes like a switch has been flipped. He stalks towards me, and I try to push back, but there’s nowhere for me to go. I'm on a long sofa Dutch put me on in case I felt like sleeping during the flight. He didn’t take me in the bedroom because he wanted to keep his eyes on me. Does he think I have a parachute hidden somewhere and that I’m trying to escape?

I’m starting to realize Dutch is over the top in all aspects of his life, but I can’t say I hate it.

“Do you want to try that again?” I have to lean my head all that way back to meet his eyes. He towers over me, and my breathing starts to grow heavy.

“I’m fine.” I realize my mistake the second the word fine comes out of my mouth.

Dutch is on me in a second, draping me over his lap. He yanks my shorts and panties down my legs before I know what’s happening. I try and wiggle away, but it’s pointless as he slaps my bare ass.

“Stop moving,” he orders. It’s followed by another slap to my bare ass, and I gasp in surprise.

“You hit me.” His hand is now caressing the spot where his hand came down, and a strange tingle lights up through my body. I’m o kilter but not in a bad way. “Are you fucking crazy?”

His hand comes down on me again, and this time it’s harder. The pain shoots straight from my ass to my clit, and my shout turns into a moan of unexpected pleasure.

“Watch your fucking mouth, little bit,” he growls, slipping his hand down the crack of my ass and to my sex.

“That’s not fair,” I hu . How come he gets to curse all he wants and I don’t? I try and wiggle away again, but his fingers press into my clit and rub small circles.

“Your cunt is enjoying your spanking.”

“Yes.” I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with him or the pleasure he’s giving me right now. I try to lift my backside, but he pulls his hand away. It comes down on my ass again, and I cry out.

“I said to stop moving.”

I go completely still in his lap and obey his order. What the hell is happening to me?

“I think you need someone to take care of you, and you’re fucking pushing me to see if I’m up to the challenge.”

“That’s ridiculous.” My heart is pounding so hard I’m almost positive he can hear it.

“Is that so?” he says before he lands another smack to my ass.

“Daddy!” I shout, my nails digging into his calf so that I’m hanging on. I don’t know why that word keeps popping out of my mouth when I get all worked up.

His hand comes down again and again without a break, and instead of hating it, my entire body is aching.

“Please, Daddy, please.” I don’t beg him to stop, but to make me cum.

He sits me up and pulls my shirt and bra o , leaving me naked in his lap. I can see where my sex had been resting on his thigh because of the giant wet spot on his jeans. He grips my chin.

“You don’t keep things from me.”

I nod in agreement. “I’m sorry,” I say, hating the disappointment in his eyes.

“Prove it,” he orders, releasing my chin. “Get on your knees.” I slip o his lap and kneel in front of him. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come down your pretty throat. I don’t care if you’re choking on it or that flight attendant comes back in here. You keep sucking because all that matters to you now is pleasing me.”

I love everything he said except the part about the flight attendant.

“You want her to see you?” I glare up at him.

“She won’t see anything if your mouth is wrapped around my cock like it’s supposed to be. If anything, she’ll realize this cock is yours to take care of. No one else’s.” Oh god.

What is he doing to me?

I watch as he pulls his jeans down a bit before his cock springs free. I’m so worked up the second it’s out of his pants I have my mouth wrapped around him. The sweet saltiness of him lights up my world.

“You're greedy for Daddy in your mouth.” His hand grips my hair and pulls me free. “You want this cock all to yourself?”

“Yes.” “Good girl,” he praises before he guides me by my hair back to his hard length.

I dig my nails into his legs as I suck him all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a few times before I start to get the hang of it, but his groans of approval make me more than eager.

“Ready for your reward, little girl?” I moan around his cock. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”

A loud groan comes from him as he spills deep down my throat. I don't stop sucking, wanting every last drop as I circle the head with my tongue, making sure I get it all. I try taking him all the way in my mouth again, but he pulls me up onto the sofa. I really am greedy for him.

He bends me over onto my knees with my ass high in the air.

“I love my mark on you.” He rubs the cheeks of my ass while I’m open and ready for him.

“Daddy, please. I need you.”

“I’ve got you.” His hands leave me, and I want to cry out, but then his mouth is there.

I look down between my thighs, seeing he came up through them, and I rock against his face. I push myself down into his mouth as he greedily eats me. I’m already so close, but I fight it, not wanting this to ever end. But there is no holding back when his fingers take over my clit as he licks all the way down my slit. His tongue presses into the tight ring at my backside, and I scream out, coming undone. Black spots dance in my eyes as the orgasm takes me, and everything in my body lets go. I’m limp and weak, but when I finally come to, I see I’m in Dutch’s lap. He’s holding me close as he brushes his thumb back and forth against my lips.

“You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of,” he says, and I kiss the pad of his thumb.

The overhead speaker comes on, and the flight attendant begins to speak. It reminds me that he gave an order for no

one to disturb us when we’d gotten on board. I guess I’d forgotten that in the heat of the moment.

“We will be landing soon. Did you need anything else, Mr. Dutch?” the lady asks.

“No.” He keeps his eyes trained on me. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN DUTCH

T

he bank in Germany is unlike any of the ones I’ve been to before. I’ve got my own fortune amassed over years of taking dangerous jobs and good investments.

But this bank is for royalty. I never considered Iris to be that until now, and it suits her. There is something regal about the way she moves, and I want her to be on my arm.

If it wasn’t obvious before, the more time we spend together, the more I know we’ll never be apart. I’m not sure the moment I fell in love with her, but I think it might have been the first time I saw her. Those golden eyes entranced me, and I’ve been under her spell ever since. Maybe she’s not royalty; maybe she’s a witch.

It doesn’t matter what title she’s given, she’ll always be my little bit. My feisty kitten that likes to show her claws while she rolls on her back and lets me pet her. She’s taken me by surprise in the best way possible and turned my world upside down. Since we left the train, I’ve been making moves, and after she signs these documents, it will be time to bind us together forever.

As I hold her hand, we climb the marble stairs to the large iron doors ahead. They open silently on their own as we step into the marble atrium. An older woman dressed in a black suit comes over and holds out her hand.

“You must be Anna Dian. I’m Ivanna and I’ll be assisting you today.” She turns to me and smiles. “And you must be Dutch.”

She inclines her head but makes no move to shake my hand. I can’t blame her; most people are afraid to shake hands with someone as large as I am. Hearing Iris called Anna is strange, but I guess it doesn’t matter. To me she will always be little bit or my little girl.

Ivanna leads us to a private o ce nearby and closes the door behind us. On the table in the middle of the room are open documents for Iris to sign.

“Dutch has done the work of providing your information beforehand, and we’ve since prepared everything for you. All we’ll need now is fingerprints and a signature.” Ivanna takes out a tablet and taps on it a few times.

She holds it out, and Iris places her hand on the glass and we wait. After only a moment it turns green, and a soft chime indicates the acceptance.

“We will use this as your digital signature, but we’ll need one on our documents here as well.” She hands Iris a pen, and I watch as Iris turns to me.

“I’ve never signed this name before. I’m not sure how.”

Her smile is nervous, and I nod to her encouragingly.

“You won’t need it for long. You’ll have mine soon enough.” Iris looks at me with wide eyes, and her mouth forms a perfect O. I feel myself do something I haven’t done

in a long time as I smile at her. “Sign them, my love, and let’s be on our way.”

She scrolls the name across the pages in all the right places exactly where it needs to go. Once it’s done and the pages are spread out on the table, I turn to Ivanna.

“Is that all?” I ask, and she nods.

“Yes, that’s it. Congratulations, Anna, and best wishes to you both.”

“Leave us and see that the door is secured,” I say, and she bows her head as she walks out of the room and locks the door behind her.

“What are you doing? I thought we were leaving?” Iris says as she looks past me and then back into my eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you right here on top of this paperwork.” I stalk towards her, and she backs away from me until her ass hits the tall table.

“Dutch, we can’t do it here.” She licks her lips as she tries to deny me, and I shake my head.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the table. “What you just signed means you’re free of your family. Both of them.”

“But I thought you were supposed to deliver me, and then we were done.”

I push her knees apart and move between them. “You and I will never be done.” I reach under her skirt and run my knuckles across the damp patch of her panties. “You’re mine forever, and no one is going to take that away. I meant what I said when I told you you’re getting my last name. Our next stop is the church. I want a priest to seal our vows while my cum is still fresh inside you.”

“Dutch.” Her voice is shaky as I rip her panties down the crotch, exposing her to me.

“You’re ready to be fucked like a woman now. Lie back and open your legs.”

She does as I ask while I undo my belt and release my cock. It bounces in between us as cum drips from the end. I wipe the tip on the inside of her thigh before I slide it between her pussy lips.

“You’ll take all of me,” I order, and she nods. “And no telling me to stop.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She’s still wet from our playtime on the plane, and I ease my head in just enough for her to wrap around it. I keep my eyes on her as I grab her hips and thrust all the way inside.

She clenches tight around the base of my cock and cries out.

I knew this would be painful at first, but I did all I could to prepare her for it. She kicks her feet out and tries to wiggle away, but I pin her hips to the table.

“Take it, little girl. For Daddy.”

“It’s too big, it hurts.” She clenches her eyes tight.

“You’ll adjust, just relax.” I rock in and out of her, unable to help myself. “You feel so tight and perfect. Like you were made for me.” I groan low as I thrust again, harder this time.

“You saved this just for me didn’t you, baby girl? I’m so proud of you.” I thrust again, riding her rougher as I break her in. “That’s it, relax. Let me do what I want to you.”

She pulls her knees up and watches me as I rut on top of her.

“I love you, little bit,” I say, and she raises her hips for me. “That’s it, show me you love me too.”

I’m pumping hard now, going all the way in and out as she begins to moan. I don’t know where this side of me has come from, but I know it’s only her that can drawl it out of me.

“Say it back,” I demand, knowing I’ve lost all the control I’ve tried to have with her. It’s too late to go back; she’s mine forever.

“I love you, Dutch.” She licks her lips and rocks down on my cock. “I love you forever, Daddy.”

“Goddamn.” I hold myself deep and grind against her clit.

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words. But now that you have, I’ll make you say them all the time.”

“I love you, I love you,” she chants quietly as she builds to her orgasm.

I feel it when she’s close, and I don’t bother to tease it out and let it linger. Now that I’ve claimed her, I plan on keeping my cock in her as often as possible. Starting right after getting out of here and to the church.

She cries out my name with love on her lips, and I grip her hips so hard, there’s likely to be bruising later. I thrust deep one last time and pour myself inside of her. Pump after pump of cum releases, and I fall on top of her, kissing her and holding her close. This was a claiming, but it was done with love.

“Forever,” I whisper to her as our lips connect. “I will love you forever.”

When I pull out of her, our mingled release spills onto the table and the documents that are under her ass. I laugh, and it surprises the both of us.

“I like the sound of that,” she says, reaching for me again, and I shake my head.

“If I have you again, we’ll never make it on time.”

“On time?” She looks puzzled.

I smile again, and it’s like she opened the floodgates because my cheeks are already aching. “I told you, we’re getting married.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN IRIS

I

fight a giggle as the saleslady reacts to Dutch. Women either want to fall at his feet or stay the heck away from him. I don’t think she’s sure which one she wants to do, but I really don’t care. The way women behave around him used to annoy me, but I realized if you fall at Dutch’s feet he’s going to step over you like you were never there to begin with.

In the past two weeks, my husband has made it clear it’s me for him and no one else. He wasn’t joking when we left the bank. We were married and back on a plane to Paris before I could blink. We’ve been here ever since, enjoying our honeymoon. I thought about trying to run so he'd have to kidnap me again, but I really wanted to be his in every way.

I’m sure I can come up with something else to keep him on his toes.

Things have been so quiet since then. No one is chasing us down or trying to abduct me. I suppose there’s no longer a reason at this point since the only change of succession

would be if something happened to me. My husband and any children we might have are the heirs. I place my hand on my stomach, thinking about the possibility of that happening someday soon.

“Will this do?” The saleslady, Della, opens a door, revealing a dressing area that’s as big as a living room.

“Yes,” I say, and she nods politely at me.

“I will start to bring in items for you. Can I get you anything to drink in the meantime? A meal, perhaps?”

She’s able to focus on me now, which I suppose means she’s getting used to Dutch’s size. Or it might be because she sees how he handles me. His soft caresses and gentle touches show the world that he can be a big teddy bear where I’m concerned.

“Are you hungry?” Dutch asks me.

I have to physically force myself not to roll my eyes. My ass is still a little sore from not wanting to get out of bed this morning. At this point I never know if I’m being a brat because I am one, or if I do it to get a rise out of my husband.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

“We just ate lunch,” I remind him.

I really shouldn’t have told him about how my fake mom used to be with me and food. It’s easier to think of my past parents as not real, especially when neither of my parents have tried to have any contact with me. I have to think they know there’s no way to get their hands on the money and I guess neither of them see a reason to talk to me anymore. It stings, but in the end I get Dutch. The family we’re going to build together will be better than anything I could have

pretended to have with them. I wouldn’t trade my future with Dutch for all the money in the world “You might need a snack.”

Gah, I love this man. I grab his shirt and pull, but he comes easily as he leans in and lets me kiss him. I let out a squeal when he grabs my ass and picks me up. My feet dangle a foot o the ground, and somewhere in the distance I hear the saleslady say she’ll be back as she leaves us alone.

“Enough, big guy. I’m getting my dress and you don’t get to see it.” His eyes narrow, warning me not to push it. “You said I could.” I wiggle in his hold, trying to get down.

“Fine,” he grunts, putting me back on my feet.

“Give me an hour. You can go find me a snack or call your hitman friends,” I tease, and he reaches out and smacks me on my ass.

“Be good.” He gives me a hard stare, which I think is supposed to scare me. I’m sure it would scare anyone else, but it makes my nipples harden and my panties wet.

“I promise, Daddy.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and his gaze changes. He’s about to pounce on me, and my body is getting hot for it.

“Are we ready?” The saleslady comes striding back in with a rack of garments. There’s another woman behind her pushing in a cart with even more on that one. They are all pink and flu y, just as I requested when I called yesterday.

I’m picking out a dress so Dutch can take me out to a fancy dinner and then to a play I’ve been dying to see. I want to find the perfect dress to drive my husband crazy.

“We are,” I tell her as I push Dutch out of the room.

“You’re testing me.”

“Punish me later,” I tell him and then wink.

He gives me one last reluctant look before he’s o , and I stand there for a moment realizing this is the first time since I’ve known Dutch that we’ve been apart. I turn back to the saleslady to get started because I already miss him. I’ve felt so alone all my life, and now that I have Dutch, I know I will never feel that way again.

I smile as I try on dress after dress. When I see my reflection in the mirror, there’s no uneasy feeling like I had when I was with my fake mom. I’ve come to realize I was a pet to her. I never knew if she was going to praise me or smack me on the nose. The only thing I haven't figured out is why my fake father Tomas was always so good to me. That one still nags at me from time to time.

“I’m going to package these for you. Would you like them sent to your hotel?” Della asks.

“Yes, please. I’m going to wear this one out.” I answer as I run my fingers down the pink silky fabric. The dress is tight at the top and ties around my neck with a little bow in the back. The bottom flares out and comes to mid-thigh. Dutch is going to love it. I lean down and slip my shoes back on my feet, but when I stand up my heart stops.

“Iris,” Tomas says, and my body is frozen in place.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper as he steps into the dressing room.

I look at my fake father in a wrinkled suit with his hair out of place. I’ve never seen him so disheveled in all my life, and it’s unnerving.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t know Helen was trying to push those boys on you. I would never have allowed that.” His

fists are clenched at his sides. “She’s lucky I didn’t snap her fucking neck.”

“As nice as that is to hear, what does it really matter at this point?” What the hell? How is that the first thing he says to me? And why does the look in his eyes send a chill down my spine?

“I love you, Iris.” He takes another step closer, but I don’t believe him. They don’t know what love is. I didn’t really know until a few weeks ago.

“The money,” I remind him.

“The money was a bonus. I realized that as you started to grow up and I formed a new plan. I was the one that was going to put an heir inside of you. Helen could never have children, but you can.” He starts to move closer. “I would have loved putting them inside of you.”

I’m paralyzed. I open my mouth, but no words come out, and I don’t know why I’m even shocked at this point. He kidnapped me; why wouldn’t he be capable of something like this?

“You look very pretty in your dress.” He licks his lips, and his fingers twitch like he wants to touch me. “I never liked the things Helen put you in.” He says it casually, like he’s not about to die.

Dutch will tear him into bite-sized pieces.

“You need to leave. Dutch is going to kill you.” I’m finally able to speak. I take a step back, not realizing there is a sofa there, and I fall backwards onto it. Tomas towers over me.

I’d forgotten how tall he was. From this position he’s frightening, and I have nowhere to go.

“You think he’s any di erent from me? He took his chance to get the money. He’s used you too.” He reaches for the buckle of his pants, and on instinct I lift my foot and kick out as hard as I can.

Somehow I manage to nail Tomas right in the balls, and he lets out a high-pitched scream as he doubles over in pain.

“He is nothing like you!” I scream and scramble away.

It’s then I see Dutch running up behind him. He wraps his big hands around the back of his neck and lifts him like a dirty rag. He tosses him across the room, and Tomas hits the mirrors along the wall. They all shatter and fall to the floor with him, the sound echoing through the space. Tomas lies there unmoving, with shards of the broken mirror all around him.

I can’t look away as Dutch makes his way over to Tomas again. This time he picks him up by the hair, and Tomas cries out. Dutch leans in close and says something to him, and I hear Tomas whimper. Dutch releases his hold, and he falls to the floor like a pile of garbage.

As soon as Dutch releases him, it feels like everything in my past I was holding on to is free. I’ve let go at the same time, and suddenly there is nothing standing in the way of Dutch and our future.

“You ready to go, little bit?” Dutch holds his hand out to me, and I take it quickly. He pulls me to him, and his warmth grounds me to the earth.

“Do you like my dress?” I tease, and his lips turn up into a smile.

“Fucking beautiful, baby girl.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. “You sure you’re not hungry?” I play

with the button on his shirt.

“Maybe a little.” I lick my lips, and his eyes sharpen.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

He’s right. He’s got me, but I’ve got him too.

EPILOGUE DUTCH

Twelve years later…

I

sit back in my chair and stretch out my legs as Anna moves between them. She decided long ago she wanted to use the name her biological parents gave her because it was after the woman who loved her the most.

After hearing her fake father call her the name he’d given her, she decided that day it would be the last time she used it. After all, every document that we had named her as Anna when she went to the bank in Germany.

“No, we won’t be in attendance,” I say into the phone as her nimble fingers undo my belt. I brush her hair out of her face, and she looks up at me and pouts. “Hold on.” When I pull the phone away from my ear, I hold her chin. “Do you want to go?”

She quietly nods, and I brush my thumb over her cheek, telling her to keep going. When I put the phone to my ear, she unzips my slacks.

“Never mind, we’ll be there.” The person on the other end keeps speaking as she works my hard cock free. It’s not

easy with the size of it, and she has to lift it out with both hands.

It’s hard and heavy between us as she licks her lips and then wraps her mouth around the head of my dick.

“We’ll be late,” I say into the phone before I end the call and toss it on my desk. “You’re being mischievous.”

Gripping her hair with both hands, I pull on it to get her mouth to move up, and then push against it to make her take more of me. She plants her hands on my thighs as I work her up and down my length.

Rocking forward, I groan as she sucks. “That eager mouth will get you punished, baby girl.”

One of her hands leaves my thighs, and I watch as she moves it between her legs. She’s got on a skirt, but her panties are by the door of my o ce. She took them o when she walked in here while I was on the phone. She hasn’t been spanked in a few days, and if I’m not diligent on it, she seeks it out. Maybe I forgot on purpose, because the reward for both of us is much, much sweeter.

Her little hand works fast between her legs. She’s trying to get o before I stop her, and I smile as I reach down and snag her wrist. She whines around my cock and looks up at me through her lashes. I shake my head, and she rocks her hips, searching for relief.

“Keep sucking my cock, and you’ll get what you want,” I order, and she uses both hands to grip my length.

Her mouth moves quicker now, and I smile as she eagerly tries to push me over the edge. Damn her, she knows exactly which buttons to push, and I hiss as she squeezes me.

“Enough!” I roar, pulling her out from under my desk and turning her over the table top. “Ass up.”

She goes on her tiptoes, putting her lush round ass up as far as she can, and stretches out on my desk like a kitten.

“Yes, Daddy.” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles as she wiggles it.

I grit my teeth as I slide my fingers between her folds and feel just how wet she is. “This isn’t positive reinforcement.”

She moans and pushes back against my hand, still trying to find that friction she’s desperate for. “Please, Daddy, don’t tease me.” She looks at me again and smiles. “You like it just as much as I do.”

“I’ll do it, but you’ll have to be quiet.” I look up and see the door to my o ce is unlocked. “Anyone could walk in here and find you like this,” I whisper, and I feel her get wetter.

Our twins are at their riding lessons this afternoon, but the sta is always coming in and out of here to clean.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” she begs, pushing up on her toes once more.

While my fingers are still slick, I pull them out of her and slap a hand across her ass. Her cry is loud, and I shake my head.

“You promised,” I scold, and she turns around and smiles.

“Oops.”

I kick her feet further apart and this time when I land the slap, it’s on her wet pussy lips. She moans and pushes back, begging for another. Then I begin to alternate between her ass and her pussy until she’s red and worked up. Her skin is

so soft and pink after a spanking, and I love the way it feels when I fuck her.

Without warning, I push my cock into her and thrust hard three times. Then I pull it all the way out, and she whines again, pushing back to find it.

“Don’t tease me.” I can see her pussy gripping tight, trying to find my cock.

Cum drips from the tip and lands on her ass, ready for her warmth again. “You will never learn.”

I thrust in again, her tight heat squeezing me to the edge of painful. Even all these years of me working her daily, she’s still virgin tight. My cock is snug as I fuck her three more times and then pull out, keeping both of us on edge.

“Daddy,” she says softly and in that way that makes me weak.

She lifts a knee on my desk, spreading wide for me and letting me look at every inch between her legs.

“Will you put it in your special place?”

“Fuck,” I hiss as my cock moves up and down like it’s nodding.

Without an answer, I open the drawer beside my desk and pull out the bottle of lube I keep in here, just for moments like this.

I squeeze some on the crack of her ass and push my tip to her tight little bud. “You want it here?” I ask, and she nods while pushing her backside into it.

Slowly, I sink into her and give her time to adjust. It’s unhurried this way, but she gets o on the taboo.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her back against my chest so she’s flush to my body. Then I sit down

in my o ce chair with my cock still buried deep in her ass and put her legs on the outside of mine. In this position I’ve got her pinned, and I can play with her pussy.

“Ride it,” I whisper in her ear right before I bite the tender skin below it.

She does as I ask and moans as she rocks her hips. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and she closes her eyes while the whole world melts away.

Next to the lube in my drawer is a vibrator with a cock and clit attachment. I turn it on and then slide it inside of her, while she moans the whole time. She squeezes my cock with her ass as she builds to a climax that will likely make her black out. It’s a treat I’ll let her have every now and then so it’s special.

“Who is this for?” I ask as I rub the inside of her thighs and pussy lips.

“Only for my Daddy,” she answers and rocks her hips forward.

“That’s right, little bit. Only for Daddy.” Then I use the vibrator to fuck her pussy harder. She’s locked in place now as she climbs to the edge of release. “And where is Daddy going to put his cum?”

She gasps as I touch the vibrator to her clit. “In my ass.”

“Good girl,” I praise, rubbing her clit again and sending her over the cli to paradise.

Later, when I’m carrying her out of the shower and over to our bed, she nuzzles into my neck and smiles.

“I love you so much, Dutch,” she says softly and places a kiss there.

I smile back at her, still amazed at how good it feels to do that after all this time. “I love you even more, Anna.”

We don’t attend the event that night, but instead cuddle on the couch with the kids and watch movies together.

There’s no way I could have seen this future before I met her, but now there’s nothing ahead that isn’t possible. My life is filled with dreams becoming reality, all because I rescued the damsel in distress. It’s funny because I never thought I’d be the hero of any story…even mine.

THE END!

PAYING DADDY’S DEBT

BY ALEXA RILEY

When Ash Carpenter imagines a schoolgirl, the image doesn’t match her. She wears long skirts that are sort of frumpy. Her bulky sweaters hide her shape, and her hair is always in a messy bun. Her tennis shoes are clunky and worn, and there are runs in her thick tights. Her darkframed glasses hide some of her face…but not all of it.

Because he’s caught sight of those ice-blue eyes, and they’ve pierced him to his core.

She walks by his o ce every day, and finally he's had enough. Ash decides he's tired of waiting and it's time to collect what he's owed. She'll come with him, because there's no other choice. She'll pay her daddy's debt any way Ash sees fit.

Warning: Oh, honey, this is about to get filthy. If your delicate sensibilities can’t handle the dirty, then step aside for those of us who can. It’s quick, but it’s just the right length, if you know what I mean. *slow wink, elbow nudge, goofy snort*

CHAPTER 1 JASMINE

“J

asmine.”

I look up at Mr. Clark over the top of my glasses. Sometimes I don’t even know why I wear them. The scratches are so bad on them, they can be hard to see through. But they’ve always felt like a barrier between me and the rest of the world. It’s something I want kept in place, even if they don’t work.

“The bell has rung,” he says, glancing over at the clock, telling me something I already know.

I heard the bell ring. I just wasn’t in a hurry to leave the classroom like everyone else. I’m not in a rush to join the crowd of milling students trying to get out the door, all of them running and bumping into each other. I hate crowded rooms. The walls always seem like they’re closing in on me.

One would think I’d be used to it, growing up in a busy city, taking the subway or buses to and from school. But no, I’m still not accustomed to the feeling. Not even after eighteen years.

“Sorry, Mr. Clark,” I say, packing up my bag.

“Have you heard back from any of the colleges you applied to yet? I’m still willing to put in a good word for you, if you’d like,” he says, coming around his desk as I make my way to the front of the classroom.

Mr. Clark likes to stare a little too long at me. A lot of my father’s colleagues do it as well. It makes my skin itch, and I have to stop myself from scratching. My father calls it fidgeting and yells at me to stop doing it.

“I’m good, thank you,” I tell him politely, trying not to engage in more conversation.

I’m not going to bother with telling him I didn’t apply to any colleges because I didn’t have the money to pay for them. I made good grades and went to one of the best private schools in the state, all thanks to a dead grandfather I’d never met. But my grades weren’t good enough for any scholarships. Not with a school like this, where making a 4.0 is common.

It’s a school I don’t really belong at. I stand out—a poor girl surrounded by kids that drive cars that cost more than some homes. Certainly more than the one I live in. And people notice.

Mr. Clark steps in front of me, stopping me from moving.

Reaching out, he takes a lock of my long, dark hair between his fingers. I stand there, unsure what to do. All the girls find Mr. Clark attractive. He teaches advanced algebra and is also the wrestling coach. He’s built like a wrestler. He’s stocky, like he spends hours in the gym, but not too much taller than me. I don’t understand why he pays me so much attention.

The girls in my class practically spread their legs so he can get a look at them while he’s teaching.

“Do you not want to share your plans with me, Jasmine?

You do have plans, don’t you?”

My plans are to get the heck out of the city as fast as possible. I’ve saved every penny I’ve earned so I can escape the moment school is done. I’m going to buy a one-way ticket to a small town and live a quiet life.

Maybe once I get settled somewhere I can find a florist’s or garden to work in, a place with so much space, I’ll finally be able to breathe. To be free.

Mr. Clark takes a step closer to me, and I freeze.

“I think you need someone to take care of you, Jasmine.

I’m more than willing to—” The sound of a ringing phone on his desk cuts him o .

I jump back from him, putting space between us. I don’t wait for him to say anything, and I rush from the room, wanting to get away as fast as possible. I don’t stop moving until I clear the school and hit the busy sidewalk. It isn’t until I get down the main street and turn onto a less busy one that I finally slow my steps. I can finally take a breath, and it takes a moment for my heart to settle. I try to bat away thoughts of what will happen the next time I see him.

As if it’s not bad enough being there every day…

As my anxiety fades to a dull thrum, I can take in the scene around me. The street is lined with buildings on one side and on the other is a giant park filled with flowers and playing children.

I walk slowly, breathing in the fresh air and wanting to linger as long as I can. I still need to check in on my neighbor Mrs. Joyce. She has a list of things she wants me to do for her, and I need to study for finals.

The end is coming. It’s so close I can almost taste it.

Three thousand dollars I’ve saved. Once I have the diploma in my hand, I’ll be as good as gone. No more walls closing in.

No more father I can barely stand to look at. No more having to be somewhere that makes me feel like I’m slowly dying.

The calmness the park gives me leaves my body thinking about going back home and how long I have left.

Soon this will all be over I remind myself.

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