The Bloody Vampire Desires

Chapter Four

CHAPTER 4: What Have I Done?

Tasha’s POV

I went to my desk, glancing up as I do, hoping for a glimpse of Aiden, but his office door was closed, as usual.

You'd think as his personal assistant, I'd see him more.

I was starting to think he genuinely doesn't like me. It seemed whenever I was near him, he couldn't wait to get away from me.

Amelia came over and perched on the edge of my desk.

"How are you?"

“Good." Her cheery demeanor always worked wonders for me, and I smiled at her. "What about you? How's your daughter doing?"

"She's better, the doctor thinks it was just an ordinary infection."

Amelia doesn't ask for details of my personal life anymore; she knew me better by now. In the weeks since I've been working at Vamp Investments, she has come to expect my silence about my home life.

I tried to keep work and personal life separate. The last time I mixed the two, it ended up in a very nasty situation between myself and several co-workers. I banished the thought.

This was work. I didn't get to think about my stuff now. Just work. I wanted my time here to be as easy and drama-free as possible.

Of course, drama-free was a tall order when you're working for Klaus Aiden.

“Tasha!” The little bell on my desk rang at the same time as Mr. Aiden yelled for me. Amelia rolled her eyes as I went. Something about me seemed to set his temper off.

"Close the door behind you.”

I did as Mr. Aiden commanded, looking curious. He usually tried to get me out of his office as quickly as possible. Not this time. He walked around me and locked the door.

It should make me nervous, but somehow, it doesn't.

Mr. Aiden faced me, his arms folded.

"Take off your clothes." he instructed in contempt.

"What? I spluttered.

"You heard me. Take off your clothes." he commanded curtly, as though I was a p********e and something very simple to do.

"f**k you!" He can't possibly know that my body was screaming for me to do as he said.

"You don't want this?" He gestured down to his perfect body.

"Fine, you're free to leave. Get back to work." He said with a cold voice.

Surprisingly, I didn't move. I knew I should, but my feet were rooted to the spot. I was being given a chance to live out all of the s*x fantasies I've had ever since working here. I knew there's a reason I should turn him down, but right now, it escaped me.

"Well? If you're staying, take off your clothes." He turned away from me, which I hate.

Fuck it.

I started stripping. His satisfied smirk was both arousing and infuriating. I stood naked before him, blushing as he rolled his eyes all over me.

"Your turn." Some sort of boldness surged within me as I spoke.

"Not a chance." His smirk widens.

He moved so fast that I barely saw it. One moment, he's standing in front of me, and the next, he's behind me.

“I don't want you calling me Mr. Aiden anymore. Seems a bit impersonal, hm? Klaus will be fine."

I nodded, unable to get words out. Klaus grabbed both of my arms from behind and walked me to the desk. He has cleared it of all paper and stationery. I gasped as he bent me over it.

My breasts were mashed up against the wood, and my ass was sticking up.

“Spread your legs.” He was so full of command and as desperate as I was, I did as he instructed practically panting with need.

It's like he could read my mind. This was exactly what I've been fantasizing about since I came to work here.

"Are you wet for me, Tasha?"

If I wasn't before, I certainly would be now.

No one has the right to have a voice that sexy.

Klaus spread my legs further as far as they will go. I wriggled a bit, trying to get a look at him, but he slapped my ass lightly.

"No moving." He cussed under his breath.

The wetness from my p***y started seeping down my thighs. I should be embarrassed, but I was too desperate for him to care.

"f**k me, Klaus.” These statements escaped from my mouth unconsciously.

"Oh, I intend to."

I expected his c**k in me at any moment, but he surprised me. Klaus pushed what felt like two fingers into my p***y. I grunted and shoved my back against him. It was so good, but still not enough.

I wished I could see him.

I tried to look again, half hoping to see him and half hoping I'll get another slap on my ass.

Klaus rewarded me with the latter. I grabbed the edges of the desk, gasping as he pumped in and out with his fingers.

He grabbed my hips and positioned me slightly higher on the desk so that my c**t was pressed right up against the edge.

“Ooh." I sighed. Klaus chuckled and I didn't even have it in me to be annoyed.

Apparently, he was satisfied that I was suitably wet because he stepped close, and I felt his c**k against the backs of my thighs. He guided it into my p***y.

God, he was huge. No wonder he wanted to make sure I was wet enough.

Klaus started thrusting into me, hard, rough and fast. I couldn’t get enough of it. Each thrust pushed my c**t up against the desk, and I've never felt anything so wonderful.

I grabbed the edges of the desk, bracing myself.

Klaus's hips snapped backward and forward with inhuman speed.

How does he move that fast? It's like, God, that's so good.

His c**k was like a bar of iron within me, sheathed in velvety soft flesh. I didn't have to worry about making sure I c*m before he finished, because my o****m rushed up on me faster than it ever has before.

I pressed a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. Klaus kept pounding into me, and the o****m went on and on, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

Klaus finally c*m too with a small grunt. I laid sprawled face down on the desk, trying to gather my senses.

Was it the right or wrong thing to do? I was dauntlessly confused.

Klaus grabbed my arm, pulling me upright. My legs were wobbly, but they managed to support my weight.

"Get dressed. Back to Work."

His usual arrogant attitude didn’t bother me. Nothing much could bother me right now, not when I was so loopy with pleasure. I didn't get enough of him.

I noticed that he didn't even undress, just unzipped his pants. He already has his c**k tucked back away.

Damn. I really wanted to see it. Maybe he'll call me in again, and I could insist on seeing it if he wants me.

But being f****d over the desk was, it was incredible. Maybe I would ask him if we could do that again.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Tasha. He probably won't want you again. No point in getting your hopes up.

I got dressed as quickly as I could. Klaus was already back at his desk, completely composed, looking through some documents.

I stumbled back to my desk.

Only as I sat down did the full implications of what happened hit me.

I just had s*x with Klaus. My Boss!

I cheated on Kevin.

I clapped my hands to my mouth to stop a gasp of realization. What have I done?

I tried to console myself. He was my boss, I could hardly say no. But that's not true. Aiden made it clear I could say no. I have no one but myself to blame.

Tasha? Are you alright?" I stared at Amelia.

How do I even answer that?

I've just had the best s*x of my life and ruined my life in the process.

I knew if I stayed here a moment longer, I was going to start crying. I snatched my bag and bolted for the elevator. Horror and revulsion war within me.

How could I do that? Kevin loves me. What kind of awful person cheats on their boyfriend, especially a boyfriend as wonderful as Kevin?

It was only when I got to my car that I realized I didn't know what I'm going to do.

Go home?

Maybe it's better to confess my sins to Kevin sooner rather than later. I couldn’t keep this from him. I've already hurt him enough.

The drive home usually seemed long. Today, it felt like someone has warped space-time especially to get me home in an impossibly short time.

Hopefully, Kevin won't be home. He was supposed to have the day off, but maybe a client called him up and asked for an extra session.

I rambled upstairs and my mouth hung in the air when I saw Kevin’s car in the driveway.

I parked and turned off the engine. I can't get out. My hands won't go to the door handle. Terror caught me in place.

Kevin's face appeared at the window. He brightened and waved, though there was a hint of worry to his features.

He was probably worried I got fired. He'd never worry that I would cheat on him. Kevin trusts me and he shouldn't have.

How the f**k am I going to tell him?

I have to get out of the car now. My hands shook as I slowly opened the door. I took as long as I possibly could walking up the driveway. I suddenly realized that my hair was probably a mess. I never took the time to fix it after Klaus and I.

Kevin, he knew, just by looking at me?