Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  "Really?!" I can’t help it – I am shocked. Most guys think that to impress a girl, they need to take her to the fanciest restaurant they can afford, and pour as much wine down her as possible. I don’t know if I’ve been ‘wined and dined’ too often, or what, but that just doesn’t do much for me anymore.

  "Yeah. Just you, me, and the ocean for a day. Or a week. Do you have any vacation time coming up?"

  "A little." Truth? My boss has been on my ass to take at least a week’s vacation, or corporate will have to pay it out to me in cash, and they hate doing that. It’s gotten to the point that my boss has started putting brochures for five-star resorts on my desk every day.

  I don’t want to go to a resort, though.

  But a week on the ocean? That sounds like…heaven.

  I run my hand up his thigh, letting my fingernails scrape along until I get dangerously close to his dick. His eyes flare with desire and internally, I grin in triumph. So maybe he’s made me suffer for the last three weeks, but he still wants me.

  He asks, "Want to go out for a drink tonight? At Bungalow 8 again? I can show you some dance moves out on the floor."

  God, I love guys who can dance. If he can really dance, I may melt into a pile of goo into my stilettos, like a non-witch version of the Wicked Witch of the West. So many guys think that going out onto the dance floor and waving back and forth, feet firmly planted in place, somehow counts.

  Not even close.

  A guy who can dance, and wants to take me out on a yacht and is an amazing fuck and loves libraries and is worth about a gazillion dollars? Oh, and is drop-fucking-dead gorgeous?!

  What isn’t to love?

  I open up my mouth to reply when—

  "Sir, you aren’t supposed to be back here," a security guard says at my elbow. I jerk my hand back down into my lap and my face flames a brilliant red. Goddammit, now I look like an idiot to my co-workers. I had really thought he’d gotten the okay to be back here.

  "You are supposed to be in the Creaking Maple conference room, not back here among proprietary trading technology," the security guard continues, pompously. I have to wonder how he’s able to say that with a straight face, especially the Creaking Maple bit. I don’t know who named the Carter Jeffries conference rooms, but they have fuck-awful names. I usually snort coffee up my nose every time someone says XX SEXUAL REFERENCE.

  "Well, I’d just come back here to say hi to Brittney," Kaden says with a confident smile.

  "You know this man?" the guard demands, staring at me.

  I look back and forth between the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and an overweight balding security guard with a pompous attitude that’d fit right in with the royal family of England.

  And I feel that naughty grin come back.

  "No, sorry sir," I say apologetically. "I was just sitting here, working, when he came up and started talking to me. I’ve never seen him before in my life." Well, all of that was true except the last bit, so I figure I’m only going to slightly roast in hell, instead of having flames lick up my legs. And anyway, he really deserves this, for coming back into the employee area without permission. I could get into deep shit over this.

  The stunned look on Kaden’s face is worth it all. "But…but…" he stutters, as the security guard whistles to his backup, and together, they drag Kaden out of the office area, giving him a stern talking to as they go.

  I turn back to my desk and let the grin out fully. Sometimes, I have a little too much fun...

  I lean over, grab my phone, and text him. "Meet me at Opal in Turtle Bay in 45 minutes." I can go out to lunch with him, and teach him how the real world works. Starting with, don’t fuck with a girl’s career.

  Kaden

  I drum my fingertips on the table impatiently. After getting a dressing down from security guards like I was six years old, I was shoved out the front door and not allowed to go down to the Creaking Maple conference room – god, their conference rooms are just as bad as ours – where the buyout of Atlantic Trading Group was being discussed.

  I was…not happy. I’d done everything I was supposed to. I’d brought business to Carter Jeffries, something she cares about. I’d offered to take her out on my yacht, something she cares about. I’d even learned how to do a couple of dance moves, despite being born with two left feet, and my leg muscles now ache from three weeks of dance lessons every night by a local hip-hop dancer. Guaranteed to impress her, I’d paid an ungodly amount of money to learn these moves straight from a master.

  And yet, she’d lied, fucking lied, when the security guard showed up. This is twice that I’ve gotten into trouble over her, and she doesn’t seem to give a good goddamn. When she shows up, I’m going to give her holy hell for that stunt. I’m going to—

  "Hi," she says, sliding into the chair across the table from me.

  "Hey," I grump at her. Because that’s really the only way to describe that syllable that I just said. "Brittney, I cannot believe you just did that. Right now, I’m missing the buyout meeting because you lied to the security gu—"

  "You can’t believe I did that?!" she interrupts me, hissing and leaning across the table to glare at me. "I can’t believe you did that! I am on my way up at Carter Jeffries, there Wonder Boy, so I have to watch my Ps and Qs. You may own your own company and can do whatever the hell you want to do there, but I can’t. I have a boss, and a boss’ boss. They watch my every move ‘cause I’m a woman, and I’m trying to play in a boy’s world.

  "And then you waltz on back into an area clearly marked for employees only, where proprietary info is kept, and think that I’m going to cover your ass when you get caught! When you showed up at my desk, I thought you’d received permission to go back there, or at least had greased some palms. But noooooo, you thought I would cover for you. Well, you thought wrong!"

  The waiter shows up at just that moment, menus in hand.

  "Should…should I come back in a minute?" he asks, gaze darting back and forth between us.

  "No, I’m not hungry after all," she says. "Billionaire here who thinks that rules don’t apply to him can stick around but I’m done." She shoves her chair back, slings her purse over her shoulder, and brushes past the waiter who is standing there awkwardly, leaving just him and I sitting there, staring at each other.

  "I’ll just leave these right here and check back on you in a minute, sir," the waiter says apologetically, and, laying down the menus, disappears.

  I stare at the menus, my eyes seeing but not caring. God, she was right. Every word of it. After all of the research I’d done, I’d forgotten to take into account the fact that she’s a very real human with very real concerns, like the future of her job. How her coworkers see her. How her bosses see her. I’ve been my own boss for so long, with only Gweny who dares to say a cross word to me, that I’d forgotten what it was like to have to watch what you do and who you do it with, because it matters on your yearly evaluation.

  I have the realization that this isn’t a game. And I need to tell her that.

  Ignoring the menus on the table, I head back out the door after her. I see her weaving her way down the sidewalk, walking head down, shoulders hunched, ignoring the world, and I know that she’s bloody pissed at me.

  And I damn well deserve it.

  "Wait," I call out, dashing after her. I swear her strides are only getting faster, although she doesn’t look up, so maybe I’m just deluding myself.

  "Wait," I say when I’m touching her shoulder, whirling her around to look at me. The color is high in her cheeks and she looks ready to spit fire at me again. "I’m sorry," I say, heading off her verbal attack. "You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I didn’t look at it like that. It didn’t occur to me that you could get into trouble for it. I’ve been my own boss for so long, I did forget what it’s like to have upper management to report back to. I shouldn’t have put you into that position.

  "I care about you, Brittney. A lot. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for the
last three weeks. I’m buying a damn company that I know almost nothing about, just so I can use Carter Jeffries. Just so I can be near you. Please forgive me for being an arrogant ass. I shouldn’t have done what I did."

  She stares up at me, and I can see it written so clearly – she wants me to make beg for her forgiveness. She wants to humble me. I start to drop to my knees, figuring that if dropping to my knees in the middle of Manhattan doesn’t get her to forgive me, nothing will, but then she reaches out and grabs me and pulls me to her instead and then we’re kissing.

  Oh god, we’re finally kissing.

  I know that we’re in public and it’s not, strictly speaking, appropriate, but what I really want, more than anything, is to shove her up against a wall and fuck her. Or at least wrap her legs around my waist...

  But I force myself to draw back. I’d just told her that I knew that she was under a lot of pressure to keep her nose clean for her job. I can’t go and ruin that by shoving my tongue down her throat and my dick up her pussy on the corner of 52nd and 2nd Street.

  She looks up at me, her eyes hazy and a little cross-eyed. "Wha…what’s wrong?" she says. Her lips are swollen and I’m sporting such a large tent in my slacks, I’m probably going to get charged with public indecency just for that. It’s hard to remember why that’d be such a bad thing at the moment...

  "We…we can’t kiss like this on the street," I say, forcing the words out of my mouth. Forcing myself to say them even though my body is screaming for more, more, more, nothing but more. "I want you to know that I respect you. And your job."

  "Oh. Right. Well, how about this? How about you respect the hell out of me back at your place?"

  I immediately whip out my phone and text my driver, not even spending the time to say yes to her. That’s three seconds longer until I can have her in my bed.

  And that’s three seconds too long.

  Brittney

  Why, yes.

  I am a grown woman sitting on her hands. Because, you see, if I don't?

  I'm going to tear the clothes right off Kaden Charles and mount him in this car before we ever get to his penthouse.

  So I basically instantly forgave him...I believe him. He sounded sincere. And after the boys-only club I find myself playing all damn day? I find it totally plausible that he did completely forget that I am a person with actual bosses. He may be able to, but I can't just gallivant around the office or someone else's. Some sense returned to me when he strolled into my office and Kaden expected me to lie for his ass.

  He'd done the dumb thing and gotten himself thrown in jail for me but he bounced back just fine. I would not be so fortunate had I fallen on the sword of his trespassing and covered up for him.

  "Kaden Charles, you don't realize how lucky you are," I tell him, tilting my chin up. The truth is I have to avoid letting my eyes drop to that massive erection brutalizing his trousers. Then I won't be able to hold back.

  "Well," Kaden says. He tucks a finger under my chin. "I guess that makes it my turn to be grateful," he purrs, leaning close enough to finish his words with his lips grazing my earlobe. Oh, fuck, his lips on my ear. Then he slides his tongue out. Oh god! I am two seconds away from shifting my panties to the side and tearing down his zipper just slide him home inside my pussy. I'm so wet with arousal that I can smell my pussy in the car. If I can smell it, I'm guessing the scent has carried to Kaden's nose, too. He has to know how wet I am for him.

  When we fucked in his office, he certainly wasn't holding back. But knowing that as the car stops now, we've arrived at his home...that means that he's got me in his domain now. There's something thrilling in that. My nipples are piercing my bra in anticipation.

  "We have to get the penthouse before I upset the rest of the building by fucking you in the elevator," Kaden growls in a low voice. He sounds almost dangerous and it runs a chill down my spine that settles in my stomach, disseminating into lust that twists need in my stomach.

  "Oh, yeah, that would be a shame," I say. There's not snark here. I have truly forgiven him for his dumb moves earlier. My lips are trembling with desire.

  He steps out of the car and he holds the door open for me.

  I make sure to step quickly toward the building.

  His hand rests on the small of my back.

  Just that touch catches my breath in my throat, a trapped inhale as I still myself inside and find the calm to not crawl him like a squirrel searching a tree for the nuts.

  He follows me into the elevator and Kaden's eyes are practically blazing. He looks like a hunter ready to go in for the kill. Isn't he, though? Those elevator doors close. Kaden leans past me to press the button for the penthouse, top floor. His arm grazes one of my nipples.

  I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The whole way walking toward the elevator I was trying to inhale and exhale in time with my footsteps. Now, standing still, the horniness inside of me is jumping up and down in me. Molten heat rolls to my core and I'm sucking in my lips. I have never wanted someone so much and not fucking Wonder Boy right in the elevator when I know he wants to pipe that killer cock up into me so badly? Shit, this is an uphill battle. My heartbeat gets ragged, my pussy is fluttering with my clit twitching. Just looking at that chiseled jawline makes my knees threaten to wobble.

  "I can't wait to be buried so deep in your pussy, Brittney," Kaden says in such a serious voice it could be one a boss uses to fire someone. There's an almost harsh finality. Like, it isn't just a compliment. It is a statement of fact...and it shows how much he's holding back too.

  Holding back the urge to say anything and focusing on my breathing, I say nothing. Do nothing.

  The elevator doors open.

  The temperature heats to an inferno and Kaden swoops me over his shoulder. With a penthouse like the one we're about to walk into, I am not surprised that he's not holding back anymore. He's carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes! Okay, this is way sexier. But the way he carries me like I weigh nothing does something to my belly, like it fills it with butterflies. I'm curling my toes, and we're just now crossing the threshold.

  Sexy penthouse, full of swagger and elegance. Very nice. I don't care right now, though. I tear off my clothes, watching him watching me.

  Kaden's eyes follow my every move, a hungry look spreads over him as he stands at a long breakfast table, facing me as I stand outside his bedroom door. The way he's looking at me is so sensual. I don't know if anyone has ever looked at me like that before. Wanted me so much. It goes to my head and I don't take off my heels but start stalking towards him in nothing but the heels. I even took off my jewelry. But I had to leave the heels on. It just feels right. I walk toward him feeling more confident than I ever have, and I don't exactly suffer from low self-esteem. There's just the magic formula in that gonna eat me up look that makes me want to lay on a platter before him.

  "This is it," he tells me as he walks around the table. He stops right in front of me, fire in his eyes. I can almost see the flames of desire dancing there, tall and fierce and all consuming. Raising one arm, he brushes the back of his hand on my cheeks, and my heart starts to drum wildly as I feel his touch on me. "You know what happens now, don’t you?"

  I say nothing and simply nod, adrenaline raging through my veins. I have a pretty good idea about what’s going to happen now, and I can’t wait for it.

  "Say it," he orders me, his voice barely a whisper. I run my tongue over my lips, trying to look for the words inside my mind. God, I can barely think straight right now.

  "You’re going to fuck me," I finally manage to say, and a pleased smile dawns on his lips.

  "That’s right, Brittney, I’m going to fuck you… And I’m going to fuck you very hard," he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back. I gasp as I feel the pressure of his fingers, a pleasant warmness under my skin. I’m already wet, my pussy aching to feel him; since that first moment when I put on that little show for him, during the audition, I’ve been w
anting more of him. I mean, with a cock like that, how could I not want more?

  Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips.

  "You’re a really beautiful woman," he says, his hands going to my breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin.

  "I’m here now," I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in place; there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that he’s the one in charge. I’ve been with dominant and powerful men, but I’ve never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with just one look. Until now, that is.

  "Yes, you are… And there’s no going back from this." Just like that, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of control pace.

  Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.

  He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of his clothes using just my ass.