The Blood Stained Bride

The Office

CADEN'S POV

I was in the office before the sun even hit the glass. I didn't want to deal with the stupid questions or the judgmental looks from my staff.

Not that I cared about their looks and thoughts. It was just better to avoid the bullshit. It was insane how a man like me could end up "engaged" overnight.

I was still shocked that I hadn't received a single death threat from Arthur Geraldine. We were everywhere—on every screen, every site. Caden Williams and Alisa Jacobs: The Secret Affair.

Bullshit.

She wasn't even my type. I liked classy, expensive women, who tasted just the way they looked. not girls who looked like they lived on one meal a day. I had checked her history. Nothing special. Her parents were clearly too poor to send her to a reputable university, but they found the money for their pathetic son. Typical. They probably thought a girl didn't need a brain. If only they knew their "precious" boy was out there slaughtering people for a living...

She was bold—the stupid kind of bold. Risking her life in that alley for a guy she didn't even know? She actually thought she could be the hero. It was the most pathetic thing I’d ever seen.

She was coming today. I had already sent a driver to drag her from her friend’s apartment.

My thoughts were cut off when my secretary, Tasha, barged into my office. She was wearing a gown so tight it looked painted on. I’d told her a thousand times I was the only one allowed to see her looking like that. I might be her boss, but I knew every man in this building was dying for a taste of her. If they haven't already.

"Mr. Caden," she said, dropping files on my desk. Her full breasts bounced with the impact, and my blood immediately rushed south, my c**k hardening against my zipper.

She walked back to the door and turned the lock. I watched her every move.

"Fiancée? What the f**k? Who is she?" she demanded, walking back to my desk.

"Watch your tongue around me, Tasha."

"But... but Daddy," she whispered, stepping between my legs. "It’s fake news, right?"

"And why do you care?"

"I just want to be sure," she said, her brown eyes locking onto mine.

She was beautiful. Ever since Asher hired her, I knew it would end up here. But there were no strings. I don't do feelings—feelings are for the weak. I never wanted a wife. I took what I wanted and dumped it when I was finished. Every woman I touched knew the rules.

"Sure about what, Tasha?" My voice was a low growl.

"That you weren't replacing me," she said, sliding her hands over my chest in a slow, steady rhythm.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked, my anger rising.

"I know there’s nothing 'real' between us, but it hurts, Caden. To wake up and hear you’re getting married. I thought—"

"Get on your knees," I commanded. I was done with her talking.

She dropped instantly.

"Take off your shirt."

She didn't hesitate. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her n*****s were already dark and rock-hard, shooting out, and her skin was as smooth as silk.

"What did I say about dressing like this?" I asked, my hand clamping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter.

"It’s all for you, Caden... I swear," she choked out, her face flushing.

I let go. She immediately went for my belt, unbuckling it with desperate speed, her hands trembling as she freed my length. I let her.

"Get on the table," I said.

She scrambled up, sitting on the mahogany desk and pulling her short skirt all the way up to her waist.

"You're a mess, Tasha," I muttered, my hand moving from her neck to her thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

"I'm your mess," she choked out, her head falling back.

"You love to disobey me, don't you?"

"No," she shook her head, her breath hitching. "I'm sorry, Caden."

"Shut up. You sound weak."

I smashed my lips against hers. It was deep, hungry, and intense. Her sweet moans filled my mouth as I tasted her. I grabbed one of her full breasts, squeezing it until it bruised, while my fingers teased her n****e. She reached for my shirt buttons.

"Hands down," I whispered against her lips, my voice a threat. "Open your legs. Now."

She obeyed, spreading herself wide. She was already soaking wet, her scent filling the air. I ripped her lace panties off and shoved two, then three fingers deep inside her. A loud, sharp moan escaped her. She tried to cover her mouth.

"Remove your hand. I want to hear you," I ordered, before kissing her again.

"Caden... Cad... f**k," she moaned. Sweat was dripping down her face, plastering strands of hair to her skin.

"You like being a secret, don't you?" I whispered, my lips brushing her damp skin. "Better than being a fiancée.”

I didn't give her a warning. I replaced my fingers with my c**k, driving into her all at once.She clamped around me with a desperate friction, and she let out a strangled cry as I filled her to the hilt."

"Look at me," I commanded, my hands gripping her hips.

She met my eyes, her face flushed and desperate. I slammed into her, my size stretching her as I picked up a brutal, rhythmic pace. Every thrust made the desk creak.

"Caden... faster! Please!" she begged, her head tossing back.

She felt incredible.

I began to move, a brutal, unrelenting rhythm that made the heavy desk shudder. I wasn't gentle. I didn't care about her comfort. I only cared about the way she tightened around me, her moans muffled as she bit her own lip to stay quiet.

"Caden... please... more," she gasped, her body shaking under the weight of my thrusts.

I slammed into her one last time, my hands digging into her waist as I hit her depth. She peaked instantly, her body collapsing onto the desk as she sobbed my name. I followed a heartbeat later, my heat filling her completely.

I pulled out before the echoes of her moans had even faded. I didn't hold her. I didn't even look at her face.

We stayed like that for a minute, our breath heavy and hot in the quiet office.

"Caden..."

"Clean yourself up and get the f**k out," I said, stepping back and adjusting my clothes. I walked toward my private bathroom without a second glance.

I didn't look back at her. I had work to do, and a "fiancée" to deal with.