Page 26 of Kaid's Empire

“You taste exquisite,” he moans, placing two fingers inside me. I cry out as he strokes that perfect spot, all the while the vibrator is still on my clit.

“Kaid, I'm going to come again!” I cry out.

“Yes, Kroschka, I feel you. Fuck, you're so beautiful.”

I flop down onto the bed, not having the strength to hold myself up. “Kaid, that was…” I pant. “That was intense.”

I roll over onto my back. Kaid climbs over me, hooking my leg around his waist, but this time he isn’t restraining my arms or pinning me down. He gently glides himself in me. We both let out a moan. I reach up and cup his face, bringing him down to kiss me. He pauses for a moment, and I know this is out of his normal, this is out of his comfort zone––he is making it up to me, showing me what he would do for me. I kiss him, and then smile as I bite down on his lip, hard. He growls and pulls back, looking at me, his eyes alight.

“Are you going to fuck me then or what?” I provoke. He almost lets out an animalistic roar as slams himself inside me. He pins my arms above my head and continues to fuck me hard. Each thrust is powerful, each thrust has me gasping at how deep he feels. The entire time our eyes are locked. He feels my climax starting to build, feeling my walls tighten around him. He continues to fuck me hard, picking up his pace.

“Come for me now, Kroschka,” he orders.

And it is as if that is what my body was waiting for, waiting for his command. My orgasm explodes. I arch my back and my legs clamp tightly around his waist. “Oh my God,” I cry. He doesn’t stop, still fucking me with relentless pace. He pulls out of me, wrapping his hand around his cock as he cums all over my body. I'm in awe, watching him. His chest is heaving, his beautiful body covered with a sheen of sweat. He strokes his dick a few times, milking every last drop. When he is done, he moves his hand from my stomach to my breasts and down to my pussy, spreading his cum all over my body. He doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t need to, he's marking me, staking his claim. I am his. I belong to him.

Twenty

Theia

Laid on Kaid’s chest, his hand strokes up and down my back. If anyone was to see us know you’d think we looked like a normal couple that have just made love. But that is far from the truth. We’ve just fucked, or rather Kaid has just fucked me senseless. We went from him threatening me, to me trashing my room, to him being sweet then blowing my mind with orgasms.

“Toxic.” I sigh.

“What?” he asks.

I lift my head, resting my chin on his chest. “This. Us. We are toxic.”

He tucks my hair behind my ear and shakes his head. “How did you come to that conclusion?” he asks.

I raise my brow. “Really? I'm not going over it all again, but this isn’t exactly how normal people hook up,” I point out.

“This is not just a hook up,” he growls, getting pissed.

I laugh. “Okay, calm down. Fine, this isn’t how normal people start a relationship.”

He shrugs. “Normal is boring and overrated. I don’t have a problem with us, it’s you that has the problem,” he retorts.

My eyes go wide. “Seriously? Let’s revisit, shall we?” I huff, sitting up.

He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Aside from kidnapping and threatening, every time I disagree with you, you get pissed and have to control me. Then there's the using sex as a form of manipulation, and then there is the fact I know nothing about you.”

He smiles, and damn it, I hate it when he does that. “Anything else?” he asks.

“Did I mention the kidnapping? Because I think that is a big issue,” I state sarcastically.

He laughs, and my heart lurches.

He stops laughing and looks to me. “What?” he asks.

“You don’t smile a lot, and you should definitely laugh more,” I say honestly, and then he gives me the sweet smile, turning my heart into mush.

“I haven’t had much to smile or laugh about until I met you.” He shrugs, like what he just said hasn’t just knocked the air from under me. He leans up on his elbow, takes my hand in his and kisses my palm.

I sit there, just staring at him. There is no game, he wasn’t ever playing me, and I didn’t stand a chance in playing him. I knew there was something more there, a connection that is electric. His actions made it easy for me to hate him, and I should hate him. But I can’t, no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I want to, I don’t.

“What is it, Kroschka?” he asks.

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