Say You’re Mine by Alexa Riley

Chapter Twelve

Dutch

“We’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 difficult 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 off to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”

“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails off, 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 offer, 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 off 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 off 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 off. 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.”