My Four Last Hopes

Chapter 8: No Space

Khloe's P.O.V.

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"Because I want it?" I asked incredulously.

Kacper only smirked at me.

"Fat fu.cking chance." I said sweetly.

I walked over to the shower, and turned it on. When I turned around, Kacper was sitting on the edge of the tub. He smiled when he noticed me looking at him.

"Turn around, so I can get undressed," I ordered.

"Not a chance, dziecko," he replied.

"I thought I was your boss," I stated.

"You are, but my job is to protect your pretty little a.ss. How am I supposed to protect it if I can't see it?" He teased.

I gave him a flat look.

"I deserve privacy," I said.

"Fine, fine. Przepraszam," he said as he turned to face the wall.

"Przepraszam? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means my apologizes," he said.

Well.. I wasn't expecting that. I guess Kacper isn't a total douche.

I tossed my shirt at Kacper's head, and hopped into the shower. I could hear his low rumble over the rushing water.

"I would have preferred you throw your panties at me." He commented.

"I don't wear any," I said.

Sh.it.. I shouldn't have said that. These guys are my captors. I should not be flirting, or going along with anything they say. I have to keep in mind that we are not friends. I'm not even sure we're on the same side.

No se.x stuff. None. I cannot fu.ck my captors. No matter how hot they are.

"Panties, thong, all the same to me." Kacper said.

"Exactly," I replied.

Man, this shower feels perfect right now. Just what I needed. Nice and hot.

"Exactly? Does that mean you agree?" Kacper asked.

"Well yeah. It's all the same. All un..comfort..able.." I trailed off.

Oh my god.. What am I saying?!

"Oh, so that means you never wear anything at all," Kacper said happily.

My cheeks heated up as I realized what I had just done.

"I knew you were my type," Kacper said.

"I'm not your type," I argued.

Kacper chuckled.

"You don't get to decide that, dziecko. You are most definitely my type." He said. "Beautiful, curvey, feisty. I bet you're a dziwak in bed too."

"Dziwak?" I asked.

"It means freak." Kacper said.

I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. My face heated even more. Thank god he can't see me.

"The fact you have nothing to say proves my point," Kacper said.

I rolled my eyes as I washed my body.

"I'm quite the dziwak myself. I've been told I drive women mad. Some don't even make it to the actual deed. It's because I love to zjedz cipke." He continued.

I don't know what that means, but I'm not asking. Kacper can say whatever he wants. I'm not sleeping with him.

"Oh, that means eat pu.ssy by the way," Kacper said.

I paused.

"I love to eat pu.ssy. I can never get enough. Most women get too tired to continue after. It's hard to find a woman who can at least stay awake long enough to satisfy me." He said.

I gulped.

Why is my body growing so hot? It's not been that long since I last had s.ex. I didn't get ate out though..

I really do love getting ate out. Most guys don't do it. Even the ones that say they love it. All of my ex's started out doing it often, but stopped as soon as they were comfortable.

I'm sure Kacper is the same. He's probably lying about how much he loves it. Maybe Polish women are weak to the pleasures of foreplay.

"Nothing to say to that dziecko?" Kacper teased.

"In my experience, men who say that are usually lying," I said.

Kacper laughed.

"I assure you that I am not lying, dziecko. I'd be more than happy to prove it. Whenever you like," he said.

I turned the shower off, and reached my hand out to search for my towel. Once I got it, I wiped myself down. Then I wrapped the towel around my body, and moved the curtain out of the way.

Kacper beamed at me.

"I told you, it's never going to happen." I stated.

I stepped out of the shower, and Kacper stepped closer to me. I tried my best to ignore him. Until he grabbed my chin and lifted my head up.

"See, I have a hard time believing you. Next time, you should say it like you mean it." He said.

I grabbed his wrist that has my chin. Kacper tightened his hold, and I gasped. Fu.ck!

Kacper pushed me back until my back hit the wall. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. I stared up at him.

"I can't wait until you finally break, and I get to feel these juicy lips," he said softly.

I tried to keep the scowl despite the heat rising in my body. If this were any other guy. If I was in any other position, I would jump him right now. I would drop this towel, and press my lips against his. I would really be finding out if he likes eating pu.ssy as much as he says.

But this is one of my captors. I'm not here because I exactly want to be. I can't jump him, or kiss him, or find out. I have to remain neutral.

It's not like I can't have s.ex without getting attached, but I don't know how this whole thing is going to work. I'm sure these guys will be my bodyguards for a very long time. If I start sleeping with one, I might as well sleep with them all.

I also have problems getting attached when I spend too much time around the people I fu.ck. Tyler was the only exception. I think most of that was because when we did sleep together, we were always drunk. It was sloppy, messy, and not something that I fantasized about sober.

Other people though.. I had to make sure that my fu.ck buddies stayed just that. We never went out, never had dinner or breakfast, none of that. I couldn't hang out or do pillow talk. Anytime I did, it started to catch feelings. Like an i***t.

So, I definitely can't get involved with any of these guys. No matter how much Kacper flirts with me. I can't look foolish in front of all of them, or any of them.

"You'll never know what my lips feel like," I stated.

Kacper leaned in closer to me. I held my breath as I stared into his green eyes.

"Next time you say that, make sure you mean it. Otherwise.. I'm going to act on my urges." He promised.

Just when I thought that everything I just told myself was about to go out the window.. Kacper let me go. He walked over to the tub, where he grabbed the fluffy robe I left there. Then he handed it to me. I took it from him, and Kacper turned around.

I was stunned for a moment. After a minute, I dropped my towel, and wrapped the robe around myself. I snuggled into it, and sighed.

"So fluffy." I murmured.

Kacper turned around with a huge grin on his face.

"Come, let's get you to sleep. I believe Szymon made you some tea." He told me.

"Tea?" I asked as I walked to the door. "I didn't ask for that."

"No, but Szymon is a big softy. I'm sure he did it for you because he's a sweet guy." Kacper told me.

"A sweet guy?" I asked with a raised brow.

That guy? Any of these guys? Szymon barely even blinks.

"I know he seems like a brute, but Szymon is the nicest out of all of us. Well, to you anyway. If you ever get on his bad side though.. Well, we'll leave that up to discuss later." Kacper said.

Kacper opened the bathroom door, and gestured for me to walk out. There is a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table. Along with some cream and sugar on the side. On the couch is a bundle of clothes. I picked them up to see one was a very large black T-shirt, and a pair of men's boxers.

I looked at Kacper, and raised a brow.

"I told you he was the sweetest out of us." He said.

Szymon brought me clothes to sleep in? That is.. actually very sweet.

"Where are you going?" Kacper asked when I had turned around.

"To change in the bedroom," I said.

"Oh, good." He replied happily.

I snapped my head at him.

"You can stay right here. There isn't even a door." I complained.

"No can do." He said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine." I gritted out.

I walked into the bedroom. Kacper waltzed right in, and sat on the edge of the bed. Like this is his bedroom.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Not going to tell me to turn around?" He asked.

"I would love for you to just leave the room," I said.

"Sorry dziecko, no can do." He replied.

I sighed as I looked at Kacper. With the mirror on the closet, if he turns around, I'm sure he'd still be able to see me. Should I just change right in front of him?

Kacper smirked at me.

I hate that stupid smirk. His little arrogant attitude. It.. kind of makes me horny. I hate it.

I held Kacper's gaze as I dropped my robe. His eyes roamed down my body. Heat spread throughout me, but I tried to ignore it. I tossed the shirt over my head, and slipped the boxers up my legs.

"That.. right there.. is why I don't believe that you don't want me." He said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"That hesitation. It was almost like you were hoping I would stop you from putting clothes on," he said.

I frowned at him. Kacper can apparently see right through me. Still, I can't have s.ex with him. No matter how good it might be.

"Well, would you like to watch a movie while you fall asleep?" He asked.

I pulled back the blankets, and crawled into the bed.

"Whatever." I muttered as I snuggled into the softness.

I felt Kacper sit on the bed next to me. I opened my eyes to see him flipping through channels on the TV. Of course, he was going to stay right next to me as well.

"Oh," Kacper said. "Nice n****e piercings, by the way. I have those too."