Page 43 of Taken By Him

Be useful.

“Why do you think the accident wasn’t an accident?” He doesn’t need to be more specific. I know what he’s talking about, and a wave of nausea hits me. He knows.

Of course, he does.

“You don’t want to stuff your fingers in me first? Make me come for you again out here before I answer you?”

“No. You’ll answer me first. I’m not playing games, Kasia.” He grabs hold of my hand, pushing it off my leg and exposing the crescent-shaped cuts in my leg. “While you were talking to your father?” he asks, completely ignoring what I’ve said to him.

“I’m going inside.”

“No.” He holds me in his lap. “You’re going to answer my questions and without all the attitude.”

I blow out a breath.

“Kasia, you’re my wife now. We can make this easy between us or we can make it difficult.” He touches my leg again.

“How is anything between us easy?” The only part of us that actually works without hostility is when he’s making my body crave him. Sex. We’re good at sex.

“Let’s start at the beginning.” He traces the little marks again. “First, did you do this when you were talking to your father?”

I sigh. “Yes.”

He drags his eyes up to mine, there’s concern there. “No more, Kasia. If he gets you on the phone, you hang up on him. Promise me.”

Promises and commands, it’s all everyone throws at me.

“Fine.”

“Look what he makes you do to yourself,” he says, tapping the little cuts. There’s a trace of blood in one of them. It will bruise, I’m sure.

“He didn’t—” I cut myself off. “What else did you want, Dominik?”

“I want you to tell me about the accident. Why do you think there’s more to it?”

Can I trust him with this? Or will he tell me to drop it like my father had when I brought my thoughts to him.

His grip intensifies on my wrist. I’m not going anywhere until I give him what he wants.

“It just didn’t seem right. The car that hit them didn’t even slow down.”

“Okay?” He pushes, letting go of my wrist. “He was high, Kasia. That makes sense.”

“It’s not just that, they’d seen him following them. It was like he was tailing them, driving ahead of them to get in front and then he’d come out of an alley and be behind them again. Like he was trying to find a way to get to them. It’s not right. And no one was arrested. Not even a traffic violation.”

“The driver of the other car died too,” he points out.

“The drivers of the other cars on the street didn’t even stick around to give a statement. They just left.”

He narrows his eyes. “Then how do you know they were being followed by this car?”

I lower my gaze, take a shaky breath.

“I was on the phone with Diana.”

“During the accident?”

I flick away a tear from the corner of my eye. “She was complaining about the traffic and about the weird guy following them. Mom told her to just calm down, it was just traffic. That the guy was probably just lost.”

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