Page 28 of Taken By Him

“Since you think I enjoyed it, you won’t do it again?” There’s a test in there somewhere. Does she want me to say yes or no?

“It won’t be punishment, that’s for sure,” I laugh.

“The other part then, you’ll... do that?” She’s soft in my arms like this. The tension has eased away enough that I loosen my grip around her waist.

“Definitely.” It’s a vow. “I think it worked well, don’t you? You’re being more cooperative today.”

She pinches her lips together and for a moment I’m sure she’s going to argue with me.

“Don’t you have work to do?” she asks, tugging her dress down. It’s too late, her pussy has left a mess on my leg.

I lean forward and pull her phone from my back pocket. She looks at it with furrowed eyebrows.

“You took my phone?”

“Your father is blocked. I don’t want you contacting him.”

“Because I was in your office.” She takes the phone and swipes through the contacts. He’s been removed, but I’m sure she knows his number.

“Because he asked you to spy on me. He asked you to do his dirty work for him. I don’t want you put in the middle of this, so I don’t want you talking with him until it’s all sorted out.”

“He’s my father...” The fire in her words dies quickly.

“Tell me about your sister.” I sit back against the cushions of the chair and run my fingertips up and down her arm. I don’t want to talk about her father any more than she does; a distraction from the topic will make it easier for her to open up.

“I don’t like talking about them,” she says, looking at me through a side glance.

“My mother died when I was in high school,” I tell her. “She was sick for a long time. When she died, my sister, Lena, was only seven. My brother twelve. I was sixteen. She was alone when she passed. We were all at school and my father was away from the house for the day. The nurse was in the next room, getting my mother a glass of water. When she came back into the room...she was gone.” I haven’t spoken of that day in years. But seeing the pain in Kasia’s eyes at the mention of her sister and mother, it’s drawn out of me.

“I...I didn’t realize your mother was gone,” she says quietly, slightly turning on my lap to see me better. Her thigh brushes my cock, and even with the turn in topic, I want her.

“When I got home, when I found out she’d died alone, I blamed myself. I was the oldest. I should have stayed home when my father couldn’t be there. I should have been with her.”

“You couldn’t have known,” she says quickly. When our eyes meet, her shoulders drop.

“I didn’t like talking about her for a long time because the guilt would hit me hard when I did.” I rub my hand up and down her back. “But you’re right. I couldn’t have known. She suffered a brain aneurism. It was a shock, even with her being so sick.”

She looks away from my eyes, settling on the top button of my shirt. “It was my fault my mom and Diana were in that accident,” she announces firmly.

“How so?”

“My father told me to pick up my mother from a luncheon she was having at a friend’s house. I was in the middle of a project for school, and Diana was running out to get a new bottle of nail polish, so she offered to do it for me. I should have told her no. I should have done what my father told me to do.”

Tears well up in her eyes, and I realize just how strong she is. Through everything that’s happened in the past few days, she hasn’t shown one crack in her armor. But now, talking about her sister and her mother and the guilt she carries, it’s there. A hairline fracture, but it’s there.

“And you think if you had gone there wouldn’t have been an accident?” I finish for her.

“There wouldn’t have been. Diana picked mom up early so they could go to the store together. If I had gone, we would have been at that intersection later. Or not at all.”

“There’s a lot of weight on that if,” I say, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “The night I signed the agreement with your father, when you pretended to be Diana. Why didn’t she come down?”

Now that I have more information, I pull her away from the topic bringing her pain. I don’t like seeing the sadness in her. I fucking hate it, actually.

“She was scared. She couldn’t stop crying, so I told her I’d go for her.” She blinks a few times and looks away again, probably gathering up her strength again.

“You were her protector,” I say softly, then tap her phone. “Let me protect you right now. Stay away from your father.”

She sighs. It’s not a new idea that her father is a son of a bitch. He’s probably been laying on the guilt ever since the accident. From the pictures in his office, it was plain that Diana was his favorite. Did anyone give Kasia the attention she needed? Or is that why she’s built such a strong spine? Out of need to protect her sister and also herself.

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