Page 25 of Kaid's Empire

I pull the plug from the wall and hurtle the glass lamp across the room. It hits the wall, smashing everywhere. “Fucking bastard,” I seethe.

I open the wardrobe and start pulling out all the clothes, throwing them around the room, anger and frustration radiating through me. He has played me. I thought I could outplay him, but he has outplayed me. Last night was something on another level. I thought I could handle him, but I was wrong. He is powerful and I feel it in everything he does, everything he touches. I slump to the floor, tears falling. I'm tired, I just want to go home. I want to speak to my mum, and finally, I want to stop whatever these feelings are that he is stirring in me. I'm being held by some Russian guy against my will, and I like it. I laugh to myself. “Russian guy held me against my will, and I liked i-t,” I sing in the tune of the Katy Perry song. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I angrily wipe away my tears and stand. Walking to the dresser with an expensive mirror on, I grab it and smash it on the floor. “Fuck you, Kaid!” I scream.

The door opens and there stands Kaid. He doesn’t look at the state of the room, he only looks at me. He moves to me, over the broken shards of glass. He stops in front of me, and not saying a word to each other, he just bends down and scoops me up in his arms. I don’t fight him; I don’t scream because, well, what’s the point? I am powerless to this man.

He takes me to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He places me on the edge of the bed and crouches down in front of me. “You’ve been crying,” he states.

I roll my eyes. “No flies on you, is there?” I sniff, wiping away a few stray tears.

“Kroschka, I do not understand that meaning, but I am not stupid, so I know it’s an insult. Tell me, why are you crying?” He demands.

I scoff a laugh. “For someone that isn’t stupid, you sure are thick. You're holding me here, you won’t let me go home, you won’t even let me talk to my mum…”

“You want to talk to your mum?” he asks.

“Yes, of course I do,” I answer.

“If you speak to your mum, this will make you happy? And you will stop crying?” he questions.

I move and stand away from him, gripping my hands through my hair. “No, I will not be happy, I will probably not stop crying because of you!” I shout.

“Me?” he questions back.

“Yes, you! You have completely fucked with my mind. One minute I want to kill you, like I think I could actually do it, then the next you're kind and sweet and I think you're not that bad. And then there was last night…” I pause.

“What about last night?” he asks.

“It was unbelievable, it was the best sex I've ever had in my life!” I screech.

He frowns. “I don’t understand the problem.”

I sigh. “I liked it a lot. What just happened out there was hot, it was hot and scary. You scared me.”

“I know, I saw it in your eyes, but you challenged me,” he defends.

“I know I did!” I yell, frustrated.

“Either my English isn’t very good or you're not explaining yourself very well, Kroschka.”

“See that, calling me Kroschka… what does that even mean?!”

He shrugs. “It means little crumb, or baby.”

I cup my head in my hands. “See that, that right there is sweet! Then the next minute you will grab my throat and threaten me.” He walks towards me, cornering me in. “And this, just stop!” I say, holding up my hands.

He doesn’t until I'm pressed up against the wall, his body encasing mine. He moves his hand slowly and places it gently around my neck. “I think you're scared because you like it when I am sweet, you like it when I am an ass, and you like it when I do things like this,” he states quietly as he squeezes his hand around my neck. He places his mouth on the crook of my neck and bites me hard, causing a sharp pain. I hiss, but just as he caused the pain, he moves his lips over the bite, kissing and licking it with his tongue. I swallow, my mouth becoming dry. “You like what I do to you. You want to experience more of what I can do to you, and that is why you're scared,” he states softly.

I bite my lip, not saying anything. I don’t tell him that he's wrong, I'm not scared of embracing what he gives me, I'm scared of what he makes me feel. I am petrified that I am falling for a man that has the power to destroy me.

“Kiss me, Kroschka,” he orders, and I oblige. I lose myself in the kiss. “I am going to make it up to you,” he promises between kisses. He removes my robe, dropping it to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. He could tell me the football scores or recite the periodic table at this point, and I would be turned on, that’s what he does to me. “Get on all fours on the bed,” he orders. I move and do as he has asked. He stands behind me and I move my head to look at him over my shoulder, seeing him removing his clothes. “Face forward,” he orders. I quickly stare straight ahead.

I hear him walk around the room, draws opening as I stay where I was told, eager, ready and waiting for him. I feel a cold liquid run down my behind to my centre. I gasp and flinch, but it doesn’t last long as he grabs my hips and proceeds to lick whatever it is that he has just poured on me. “Oh God,” I moan.

“Hhhm,” he moans, sliding his tongue inside me. I hear a buzzing sound, but before I can process, he is placing it on my clit. I jolt at the sudden intense feeling. “Ride my tongue, Kroschka, let me taste you,” he orders, not giving me a chance to say anything as he slides his tongue inside me, keeping the vibrator on my clit. It’s almost too much, my orgasm is coming so fast.

“Kaid! Fuck!” I scream as my muscles tense and my hips buck, but Kaid has a tight hold of them, keeping me in place. He doesn’t stop even though I've come, and he keeps the vibrator pressed firmly on my clit––this time he removes his tongue.

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