Page 15 of Kaid's Empire

I drop my phone to the ground and cover my face. I should go. I should leave tomorrow and get on an early flight home. The whole thing is weird, there are so many alarm bells ringing around Kaid, even around Allegra and her husband. It’s not normal for him to be able to get my number, and not only that but to get it so quickly. No normal person could do that. I lay down in the bath, the water surrounding me. All of this, what happened tonight… I should be scared, I shouldn't be led down in a bath in my hotel, I should run, but part of me doesn’t want to.

Ten

Kaid

“Boss?” Mikhail calls me from the front passenger seat. I look to him. “We are back at the hotel,” he states. I look out of the car window and nod. My mind is elsewhere––hearing her voice, the fear as she said my name is like a siren… I am completely under her spell.

As I take the elevator, my fingers hover over her floor. I let out a low growl and hit the button for the penthouse suit. The doors open and I turn to face Mikhail. “I want everything on her, and I mean everything,” I order.

Mikhail nods. “I will have it for you by Wednesday.”

“Nyet, I want it by tomorrow morning,” I add.

I don’t wait around for answer, I am the Pakhan, I don’t need to justify my requests. I walk directly to my office, locking the door behind me. I sit at my desk, aiming the remote to the multiple screens on the wall, switching on my security camera footage.

I press a couple of buttons, switching through the different cameras. What people don’t know is I have cameras in every single room of my hotel. When you have a target on your head, you can trust no one. One thing I have found out is that rich people are either into some seriously fucked up kinky shit or they like blow. I promise my guests complete discretion and have no problem allowing them to fuck their butler while dressed in a gimp suit or snort themselves into an oblivion if they keep it discreet and it doesn’t come back on my hotel.

I stop, finding the camera feed for her room. I frown when I see she isn’t in her room. I switch cameras to the bathroom. Seeing her led in the bath, I let out a low growl and pick up my phone, hitting call. I watch as she leans and grabs her phone, watching her pause. She will know it’s me calling her this time. I watch her as she can’t decide whether to answer the phone or not. I smile when she finally does.

“What?” she asks sharply, but she can’t fool me, I can hear the fear.

I don’t say anything, I just sit there, watching her. “Kaid, what is it that you want?” she snaps again, and this time, I can hear the anger in her voice. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Goddamn it! Will you just speak?” she yells angrily. A laugh escapes me, and I hear her suck in a breath.

“My Kroschka, be ready tomorrow night at eight p.m.,” I state.

“What?” she whispers. I give her a minute to let it sink in. “Why would I want to go anywhere with you?”

There it is, that fire, that defiance I like so much. “You will be ready for eight because you want to,” I state.

She snorts a laugh, and I smile. “I don’t know who you think you are or how you do things in Russia, but where I am from you don’t man handle the girl, you don’t force her to kiss you, and you don’t get her number to call her being all creepy and shit.”

Her words make me angry. “I did not force you. You liked it and you wanted it just as much as I did,” I seethe.

She goes quiet. “You didn’t give me much of a choice,” she answers back.

“Be ready for eight tomorrow night,” I growl before hanging up.

Watching her on the camera, she drops her phone to the floor and steps out of the bath. I watch as she angrily stomps around the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her stunning body. “Fuck,” I growl, watching her.

Picking up my phone, I call Mikhail. “Boss?” he answers.

“Send a girl up,” I order.

“Already done,” Mikhail answers.

I disconnect, not taking my eyes off her. She flops down onto the bed, her arm covering her face. I've gotten to her. I stand and unlock my office door before sitting back down to watch her. I smile as I watch her slowly move her hand down her body to between her thighs. “Kroschka,” I growl, feeling my dick pressing hard against the zip of my trousers.

“Knock, knock,” a woman says, sauntering in.

“Shut up and get on your knees,” I bark loudly, not wanting to hear her irritating voice. She does as she is asked without question. I unbutton my trouser and free my painfully hard dick. I don’t need to tell her what to do as she takes me deep into her mouth. I grab her hair in my fist, my eyes glued to the screen, watching Theia pleasure herself. Her towel has fallen away, exposing her breasts. “Fuck,” I moan, thrusting my dick up and hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. My gaze is pinned to the screen as I continue watching her, watching the way she touches herself––the way she bites down on that bottom lip of hers. “Fuck.” I groan my release, spilling down the bitch’s throat. She moans, taking all I have to give her, and then she leans up, placing soft kisses up my neck and moves to straddle my lap. I grab her wrist tightly. “Neyt! Now fuck off,” I spit. Her eyes goes wide, and she nods, quickly running out of the office. I ignore her, still focused on Theia. She lays there, catching her breath. I grab my phone and hit call. I watch her jump at the sound of her phone ringing.

“Kaid,” she pants, still out of breath from her orgasm.

I pause, just listening to her trying to catch her breath, the sound making me hard again. “Goodnight, my Kroschka.” I then disconnect the call.

She has no idea who I am, what I am. I have no doubt in my mind that when she finds out who I am, she will run. I am not scared of anything; I have no fear. I don’t need to, I am the motherfucking Pakhan of the Bratva, but Theia, she leaves me with a deep unsettling fear. Is it a fear of losing her? A fear of someone using her to get to me? Or fear of what she could do to me if I let her? I don’t know, but I know that no woman has ever had that effect on me, not one. I want her, I want to dominate her, and I want to fucking own her.

Eleven

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