Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“Things will be awkward at first. But you’ll get used to me. And I’ll get used to you.” I might be lying, but not with intent.

“And what you did last night. Will I get used to that too?” There’s a sharpness to her tone, but she softens it by keeping her face turned away from me. I think she’s embarrassed. Something new happened to her last night, and she doesn’t understand it.

“Which part, Kasia? The part where my belt made you feel so good you couldn’t speak? Or when I punished you by withholding your orgasm?” I scrape my top teeth across the curve of her shoulder. She folds her arms over her stomach, like moving that fraction of an inch will protect her from the sensations I’m giving her. She’s not wearing panties and her ass is on my leg. Her pussy is already wet, making a mess on my pants.

“Both were punishments in my mind,” she says, finally turning her gaze to me. Her pupils are dilated, nearly overpowering the brown of her eyes.

“Ah, the first was meant to be a punishment. I was hard on you with my belt, but what you experienced wasn’t a punishment. Have you felt like that before?”

She bites down on her lip, and she quickly turns away from me again. Not before I see the red tint to her cheeks though.

“It’s called subspace. Sort of feels relaxing and tense all at once, right? Like you were there, but not really?” A few women in my past have explained it that way.

She lowers her chin, like she’s trying to fold herself into herself.

With a knuckle beneath her chin, I nudge her gaze up to meet mine. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I assure her.

“It hurt like hell and then it…” She swallows. “Then it didn’t. It’s like I heard you, I felt it, but I wasn’t really there.”

I run my thumb along her jaw. “You like the pain. It’s good.” I don’t mention how much I enjoy giving it to her.

“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.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“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.

“He’s not a horrible man, Dominik. He’s just… a hard man.” She doesn’t sound convinced, but I’m not going to argue with her.

“Did you disobey me last night?” I ask her, throwing her off topic again. She’s easier to deal with when she doesn’t see things coming. She drops her guard for a brief moment, and in that moment, I see her more clearly.

“For fuck’s sake, Dominik,” she admonishes me.

“That’s not an answer,” I say, resting my left hand on her thigh.

“No, I didn’t do what you thought I was going to do,” she says in a harsh whisper.

I laugh. “There’s no one here but us, and I already told you – my men know better than to watch what’s not their business.”

I run my hand up her thigh, until my fingertips are just beneath her dress. “Since you were good and since you’re being so cooperative today… let me make you feel good.” I press her back into my chest and push her thighs open.

“Dominik.” She tries to argue, but my fingers are already working over her pussy.

“Such a wet girl.”

She groans, out of embarrassment or pleasure? We’ll see.