Caden's POV

A fucking hot girl like her dared to interrupt my meeting with my gang! Then she held pleading eyes, asking what she thought would happen to her. It's been quite a while since I savaged a girl like that. Because of my terrorist attitude, many girls avoid my route like the den of a viper itself. Even when I seem to be nice a bit on the TV and radio, so people would be a little free with me, it doesn't work out. I was determined never to back down, whatsoever. Whoever wants to dare should, I would continue doing what I love to.

This hasn't been my plan, her ass and bouncing boobs couldn't make me continue with my meeting. Nonetheless, my assistant would continue from where I stopped. I've got to punish her terribly for daring to disobey my order. I had placed a ban on movement towards the gym area because of a recent murder event, basing it on more investigations to be carried out, the actual truth which is hidden from everyone.

I gunned down the man in question! I got no time for fucking fools.

He walked towards me in an attempt to greet me. What do I need his greeting for? I had warned anyone not to disturb me with a greeting once I'm doing something in public but he chose to defy this just as this naughty girl at the back of my car. I chose to gun him down, who cares for such a life, I don't care for fucking lives of some persons, if you cross my path, you sign your death warrant. Period! No one would arrest me in my domain , though, I'm the President. The seeming investigation is just to fool people, not because I fear.

I drive through the gate of my huge mansion right inside the Jackson's massive family estate, straight up to the garage. By now, she's crying, knowing what would become of her. I move over to the back seat, open the door and pull her out onto the ground.

"No need for those tears, wipe them because I'm not moved by tears of blood, talk less of those you are shedding. You know what I mean, huh?" I bark out loud, catching cold shivers down her spine. She manages to shake her head. "Good, that means I don't care if you bleed or groan in pain from what I do to you, even spilled blood can't drive my pity, talk less of tears. Get that into your fucking memory!" Her eyes widened in an alarming manner, jaws dropped but no one could come out. I would say she has goosebumps. Not a new thing, everyone knows this about me! I haven't changed.

"What's your name!" I growl. I've got no time to speak gently with anyone.

"Maya Clinton," her voice is slow and melodious, still this doesn't move me.

"You know your offense, girl?" She shakes her head.

"Would you speak and stop nodding your head?" I kick her ferociously on the neck, causing her to roll over in pain, her groans resound in my ear making me more pissed.

"I have no energy left in me to speak!"

"Call me, Sir!" I bark. Almost all the time, I desire to be called sir. I notice that each time I'm called this, my cock pulls down with turgidity, I feel a new surge of energy through me. The name is just a booster, a great one.

"Why would you choose to disobey my order but come to seduce me, are you ill in your senses?" She goes into deep thoughts, recounting how she might have defied my order, then she realizes it, I see her take her hand to hit her forehead in regret.

"I ordered a curfew within this region, I announced on newspapers, TV and the radio, even on the internet that I'm making investigations into the recent mysterious death, I would be here personally with my men to get the necessary facts. I now see you as no other but a law breaker and a spy."

"No, please sir. I'm none of that, I had forgotten about this entirely."

"Will you shut up, don't speak except I ask you too. Is that how you were raised to answer your superior. Offense number three added, Insolence.

"What!"

She regrets this word immediately after sending it out, the terrible slap that hits her on the face gets her falling to the ground the second time.

"I keep warning you, I'll deal with you if you continue going against my laws! You think I'm your mate. No time to waste, your punishment, issued by me, is a sixty days sentence to my Sex Jail where you will have sex more than you can take just to survive or you choose to serve me willingly–" My voice lowers as I stare into her face.

She screams, falling to the floor and rolling hard, with tears in her eyes. The sex jail is the worst place anybody can stay in, not even for many billion dollars in a day. It is invested by the world's most hardened criminals who have been locked up for so long and it is decided to grant them some freedom. Since they have been deprived of sex for so long, they act like angry lions once a girl is thrown into their den. Each room consists of a hundred and thirty men, but only fifteen girls and right now, all those girls that were thrown in are decaying corpses, they couldn't survive it. There is no girl who can survive such conditions, if Maya is supposed to go in now, she would be alone making it worse for her. This is managed by me.

Being that she knows the condition of this special prison, she is killing herself with tears knowing what would become of her even in a second of her landing there. It's not like I want to be so wicked to her. From her tears, she is innocent. I labeled her as a spy and insolent girl just to get what I want. In an effort not to sound any simple, I pass through this style to communicate my feelings.

"Stand up!" I order in a cold tone. She manages to do so, I assist her in getting up and she must be really shocked to experience this. Her tears stop and I pull her into a tight embrace. I'm certain, it's not what she expected.

"If you don't want to go to jail, I have an alternative for you."

Slowly, her gloomy expression changes, she is ready to do whatever I'm gonna ask her to do. I grin. This is where I was driving to, I'm here, left to shoot the question and get her response. I look straight into her eyes.

"I want you to do something for me." Once again, my voice is lowered in utmost gentleness seeing she's such a tender girl.

Maya's POV

I would gladly do whatever Caden asks me to do, I know who he is, he doesn't joke, when he says a word, he means every word in his life and would bet to give away all his billions if he doesn't do what he says. Now he is leading me off from where we were, my heart is clouded by suspense as to where he is taking me and what he will want me to do.

I take in heavy breaths, trying out not to make him notice it though as his hand is draped over me, giving me a sense of calm and warmth. I'm surprised that all of a sudden, he decided to change and give me a warm and friendly treatment. He even apologized for the way he kicked me and promised to make up for it. I wonder how he will make up for it.

We pass through a flowery path in his residential estate, their scent hits my nose and I'm sniffing it all I can. This environment will really suit a student like me, I can read and adapt well in a residence like this, it isn't the type where you would be distracted.

I temporarily suspend the thought, this isn't what I came for. I earnestly want to know what Caden has in his mind, to know my fate. If it's something beyond my power, then I'm done for.

We take the round space to the path that leads to an outdoor sitting space, a round table covered with a white sheet, then the chairs are decorated as well with ribbons tied to the side. He then pulls the seat and gestures to me to sit on it. I wonder if this is one of the make-ups he was talking about.

At first I insisted in case this was a test, I should be the one pulling a chair for him to sit and not him doing that to me. Then I remember that disobedience is a great offense before him, so I choose to comply.

"Thanks sir." I mutter in a submissive tone, my throat almost drained of my voice. If not that he is close by, he wouldn't hear what I'm saying.

"Please call me Caden." I look at him in shock, what does he think he is saying? I haven't dared that to any high-ranking family member by calling them by their names, talk less of starting this with him. No, it's dangerous.

Like he knows what I'm thinking inside me, he shoots me a warning glare which soon disappears. A grin takes replacement. I look down, nor wanting to see his face, I don't know what to say but I can't accept it.

"Would you?" He lowers his voice and speaks to me, I keep mute. My response might trigger anger in him. He reaches out and takes my mind, I would want to ask why he is so kind all of a sudden but my guts wouldn't let me do that. If at all I have to do this, I would address him as sir which isn't what he asked me to call him, another trap.

After long persuasion, I finally agreed to calling him Caden but deep inside me, I would speak to him in a neutral but respectful manner so as not to call him sir. Then he calls the waiter to bring in some delicacies and drinks, I smile inside me, from rejection to dining with the President. By walking away from the mocking crowd, I have gained myself free food.

"We are good to go!" He declares, then heaves. I nod. Now we are finished with our meal and I have shown appreciation, there is nothing left but to hear what he has to say and accept it. Just wishing it wouldn't be something that would cost me a whole lot because from the way I'm seeing, he doesn't accept no as an answer, his motive, all his life is programmed to get a yes. Worst is that here, I have a second option which is getting into the sex jail, something I'd never accept.

"This is a secret I want to tell you, if anyone speaks this, I'll kill you straight away." I shiver at the fierce manner he declared this, does he have a changing personality or is just threatening me?

I take in a gulp of saliva, holding myself from emotions, fear, as he approaches my seat, standing up from where he sat. Before this I have a special experiment for you, still part of the deal.

"I got to test you before the actual thing, come with me." He turns and walks off me, I rise and follow him into the house. We get into the elevator and it ascends, stopping at the floor he intended it to.

We walk right through the corridor, then he opens a door and gestures to me to get inside the room, I scan it through and it's a bedroom, a massive one with a king sized bed, covered in red velvet linen, embroidered with gold around the edges. I step backward in fear while he is still at the door.

"You wanna go for the second option, get inside." He waves with his hand, the pressure pushes me in. After entering, he gets in and locks the door. "I want to see how good you are in bed, don't think you would guess what I'm going to ask of you as the second option because it's not what you think."

"Hmmm," I sigh.

“You really wanna do this? I don't wanna force you, you make the choice yourself.” His meek voice gets me thinking otherwise, a new thought comes to mind.

“If I do this with you, will Kennedy know?” I summon courage to ask, looking at him with boldness. He narrows his eyes as he glares at me.

“What do you mean? Why did you ask?”

“Because he publicly rejected and humiliated me when I confessed my love for him.” My voice cracks and eyes emit tears as I remember the great shame he gave me.

Caden turns around to me, draping his hand over my neck. His seductive cologne sweeps over my nose. I shut my eyes slightly as he comforts me.

Who could have thought a dreaded mafia like Caden would be so gentle and sensitive to me?

“If it's so, he will surely know. He hates me so much, so being with me will hurt him really bad.” He claims. “I'll help you get revenge against him.

I moan in ecstasy.

"Now get your clothes down!" He growls with lust. In a minute, my clothes are down, he follows suit. My eyes pop out wide, seeing my man naked. Oh my God, this is forbidden!

"Get on the bed!"

This time around, he doesn't wait for me to carry out his instructions, he carries me in his arms and drops me on the bed. I bounce heavily on the soft bed, groaning in joy.

"You haven't let me in yet and you are groaning, what will happen when I finish with you? Mind you, I'm deadly serious here, if you don't meet my taste, I'll have no choice but to throw you into the sex jail."

Are you ready?"

Maya's POV

His bark sends shocks through my entire body. I shiver, my fear is that I might not perform well. Since no guy has ever approached me before to ask for a relationship or as a side chick, I haven't had sex before. The only experience I have which I shouldn't actually call an experience is watching porn. I thought I could carry those things I watched out with Kennedy, I wanted to give him my V-card, I wanted to get pregnant for him after marriage with him but unfortunately, he rejected me. It did not only stop at this, he embarrassed me before the whole class.

I decide to tell him what's the issue, that I'm a virgin and have never experienced that three letter word before, however, I decide to keep it to myself first, perhaps it would be best if he discovers it himself and then this would prompt him to change the original criteria he had for acceptance. I don't even know what he has in mind for me, that's why I'm scared. What if it's worse than being in the sex jail?

Oh God! Help me!

After positioning me well on the bed, he spreads my legs wide and in the process brings his head down to my chests. Sticking out his tongue, he trails saliva across my cleavage creating a tingling effect. Those powerful lips of his which tingled everywhere it touched, tracks its way to my breasts where it nibbles the peaks till it is hard. Then it envelops each of them into a passionate suck. I fold my hands round Caden's shoulders pressing him closer to my chest. I can't believe I'm taking such liberties with my man who is the most dreaded in the family.

Those seductive lips of his travel down through my midst, to my tummy and when it lands on my groin, a mere feeling of his face on me here makes my body develop radical hormones it has never before. I start to shake on the bed, wanting him to suck me with his lips, drain all of my energy. Little had I finished this statement in my mind, when it touched down, his lips stuck out and a warm play with my clit followed.

"Oh baby, you are making it harder for me than any girl before!"

Since I don't know what suitable response to give, being my first time, I blush, not saying anything. He raises his head after a while to check if I had anything to say in reply, but still none, only a wide blush.

He tries to finger me but can't, he raises his face up, looking at me with surprise. "Why are you so tight, baby?"

"Hm-mm," I chuckle shyly. "I… I'm a…"

"A virgin?" He interrupts, cutting my stammering short.

I nod. "Yes."

His eyes are wide as what I don't know what to describe, virgins are rare this time so it's really hard to find one. To Caden, this might seem like a dream, he attempts to verify it by trying to pull his finger in but it stops at the entrance, not able to penetrate.

"Now, I see the worth you carry in you. Kennedy didn't know who he rejected for that wayward bitch, Jemina. I wouldn't hesitate to be the first to penetrate you. My wife can't get pregnant, she has fibroid, so I want to ask you to take in her place at least to save me. You know I'm about to take over as the President of Jackson's fortunes but I need a child, that's the basic requirement now. An heir.

I'm already married so I'm way ahead of Kennedy. I just need an heir who would take on after me, then the position is mine. We both have ten months ultimatum but keep what I just told you a secret.”

“People will think it's my wife that conceived and bearded the child. No one knows she has a fibroid. Everyone thinks she's pregnant.”

“Will you?" He stares at me with pleading eyes, I never knew he could be this emotional.

I nearly screamed out in shock when he said his wife isn't pregnant but is infested with fibroid, so many of us were expecting Caden's heir as he falsely announced. So this is the secret he has been keeping for quite a while now, the secret he threatened me about if he should hear it from the mouth of any other person.

"How is this gonna happen, your wife is a few months pregnant, let's say two to three months is left for her to get delivered of her worldwide believed baby. If I take it now, wouldn't it be until nine months later before I give birth?" This is just absolutely confusing, because to me in my mind, he wants to make it seem as if his wife got delivered of the baby I'll produce, my instinct tells me this, it's talented with insight, and has never received me before. "Except in the case of premature delivery on my part which I don't hope for, the total number of months your wife would be assumed pregnant is gonna be three plus nine which is twelve months, a year. No normal pregnancy has assumed such a time span before."

"I don't just care what people would say afterwards, perhaps before then a miracle would happen. I don't want to lose my position, you know how an heir is important to a President of a huge fortune like this. The new family rule dictates by custom for the heir to produce his heir before taking over. I must have an heir or heiress which would take over after me. I can retain the position if I'm able to produce an heir."

Upon agreeing to bear his child, he proceeds with his sucks, I squirm as he drains all my sense of modesty out of me. It's time for him to drill into me with his huge cock, my instinct cries at the pain I'll experience being that this is my first time. I can't help, but pity myself.

He first strikes his cock, grinning at me with absolute lust. I get shy and flinch my face, but stealing glances at his cock from time to time.

"Spread your legs wide for me, baby." He mutters. My first time is gonna be a missionary style being that he is on top of me. I read somewhere that this is suitable for first timers, a virgin especially on the lady's part as it reduces the pains but I don't know how true this is.

I widen my legs for him, closing my eyes as I feel his dick on my clit, ready to enter. I start to expect the pains coming then all of a sudden, the door sprang open. I thought he locked the door, then I realized he didn't bolt it well out of enthusiasm to fuck me.

I look at who would dare come into the room of the dreaded mafia of the Jackson's family without knocking or being invited.

When my eyes collide with this visitor, I shake in fright and terror. Those radiant eyes, that cute face and good-looking structure. The guy whom I died hard for but he ended up disgracing me before everyone.

What's he doing here?

"What are you doing here, Kennedy?" I mutter. He shoots Caden a jealous glare, after rolling his eyes on me.

"Who is he to you?" He asks, his voice stern with jealousy.

Kennedy Jackson is Caden’s cousin and the second-in-line to be the President regarding the rule Caden started as he didn't even have a wife or a child.

I stare wide at both of them in confusion. I've incurred a great challenge for myself.

"So you are fucking with my girl, my soulmate? Who gives you the audacity to do that."

My heart skips hearing this.

Who's his girl?

Isn't this the same Kennedy that rejected me before everyone? What brings him here and how did he know?

He said I wasn't his class and shouldn't ever come close to me, why did he stalk me up to here? Hmm! I wonder how I'm gonna deal with this.

Before I could blink my eyes, Kennedy is charging towards Caden with a wild speed and fury in his eyes.

I dash out to the next room, shutting the door with fright.