Page 33 of Kaid's Empire

He laughs, walking to the large window and opening the glass doors. “This,” he points.

I walk out onto the balcony, seeing the beautiful view. “It’s stunning,” I whisper. Kaid stands behind me, his hand splayed across my stomach.

“Look below,” he whispers in my ear. I look down and see the garden party in full swing. His hand moves from my stomach, to under my dress.

“Kaid,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

His fingers circle my clit and I arch my back into him. “I'm fucking my queen in a palace.” He growls low in his chest before biting down on my neck.

I feel him move behind me, bunching my dress up to my hips, then he's sliding into me. “Kaid, what if someone catches us?” I pant.

“You’ll have to be quiet,” he grits, holding my hips as his rocks in and out of me. I place both my hands on the balcony wall. He thrusts harder this time, and a whimper escapes my mouth. “Shh, Kroschka,” he warns while fucking me relentlessly from behind.

“Oh, fuck, Kaid,” I cry. He pulls my body to his, my back arched as his hand wraps around my mouth, silencing my cries as he continues to fuck me hard from behind. “Oh God,” I cry, muffled from behind his hand.

“I said silence. Fuck, I can feel you. Come for me, Kroschka, come now,” he growls in my ear.

My body tenses as my orgasm hits, and unable to scream, I bite down on Kaid’s hand. He lets out a low roar then slams into me a few more times, finding his own release. He doesn’t remove his hand, keeping himself buried inside me as he whispers in my ear. “It’s been an hour.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

Twenty-Four

Theia

The party last night was incredible, the food, the champagne, and of course fucking on the palace balcony above the party was definitely the highlight. I decided to bring him breakfast in bed this morning. I woke early and thought it would be a nice surprise. I carefully carry the tray down the hall to the bedroom and quietly open the door. Sighing, relieved to see that he is still fast asleep, I place the tray down and slowly crawl up the bed.

“Good morning,” I whisper, kissing him. He moans, wrapping his arms around me and flipping me onto my back.

“Good morning.” He smiles––his voice is husky from sleep.

“I made you breakfast in bed.” I smile and he leans down, kissing me.

“I know something I would much rather eat right now,” he growls, kissing down my neck.

I laugh. “Kaid.” He keeps kissing down my body, opening my robe. “Kaid.” I moan as his mouth kisses down to the apex of my thighs. He suddenly nips, playfully catching me off guard. “Ow, Kaid!” I laugh.

He laughs, resting his chin on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair and smile down at him. “Kaid…” I pause. “I trust you. You have my trust,” I admit.

His expression turns from playful to serious, and he moves up my body. “You mean it?” he asks. I catch the slight tone of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yes,” I affirm.

He moves off me and sits up in the bed. I cover myself with the robe and sit with him, wishing I hadn’t said anything. The mood has shifted from being laid back and playful to moody and tense.

“Kaid…” I pause. “You're worrying me. What is it?” I ask. He takes hold of my hand and looks to me.

“Nothing is wrong, I said I would tell you who I am, just promise me that you will just sit and listen and keep an open mind,” he warns.

I frown and nod. “Okay, I promise. I don’t know why you're worrying, it’s not like you're about to tell me you're an axe murderer or something,” I joke. Kaid doesn’t laugh.

“My father was a Pakhan. Do you know what that is?” he asks. I shake my head. “Pakhan is boss, leader of the Russian Mafia, the Bratva,” he states.

It takes a moment for what he's saying to sink in. “So you grew up in the mafia?” I ask. He nods. “And your mother, you said she was Italian.”

“She was the daughter of the Godfather, the boss of the Italian mafia,” Kaid answers.

I let out a giggle. “You're joking? So you're telling me that your mother was a mafia princess, and your father was the boss of the Russian mafia? We are talking about the same thing, right? Like horse head and sleeping with the fishes. That sort of thing.”

He smiles. “Well, that’s movies and based on the Italian mafia. I am now the Pakhan, Theia. I now run the Bratva.”

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