Page 40 of Kaid's Empire

“Who is in control? Who owns you?” he growls.

“You do, only you, Kaid.” I breathe. “Please, I need more, I need you to––”

“To what? What do you need?” he asks.

“I need you to fuck me, Kaid, please!” I beg, the desperation clear in my voice.

“Good girl.” He groans as he rolls his hips, fucking me, and it doesn’t take long for me to climax––the build-up to my orgasm already so intense. My entire body tenses from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure surges through me.

“Fuck!” Kaid roars loudly as he slams himself inside me one last time.

I'm out of breath and my body feels like its floating as Kaid removes his tie. He smiles down at me. “Beautiful.”

“Can’t talk, death by orgasm,” I breathe.

Kaid throws his head back and laughs. “Fuck, I love you,” he states before kissing me.

Twenty-Eight

Theia

Kaid was right, being stuck on this damn boat, I was starting to get cabin fever. The shopping trip helped, but now I just have a load of new clothes and nowhere to wear them. The sex definitely helps pass the time, but when––like today––Kaid is busy for most of the day, I have to keep myself entertained, and there is only so much sunbathing and swimming I can do. I am bored beyond belief.

“Miss,” one of the crew members calls.

“Yes,” I answer, smiling.

“Sir called, he will be absent until tomorrow and has informed us to prepare dinner just for yourself,” he states.

My smile immediately falls. Damn it. I sigh and nod. Dinner for one it is. I feel like a petulant child throwing a tantrum because my boyfriend has to work. Seems weird calling him boyfriend. Our relationship feels far too tense for me to call him a boyfriend… maybe I should call him my master? I shake my head, although I'm sure he would love that, it sounds too much like Dracula with his assistant, Renfield. I could call him my significant other. I laugh to myself at introducing him as my significant other. Damn it, I think this is cabin fever, I'm going insane.

I walk to the kitchen and the kitchen staff all stop what they are doing and look at me in surprise. “Hi, sorry, it’s just I am bored out of my mind… where are the cleaning supplies?” I ask.

The crew and kitchen staff look at each other then back to me like I've grown a second head. “You don’t clean,” one of them points out. “Your dinner will be ready in one hour.”

“I know, but I am so bored, and I need something to do. If you show me where the vacuum cleaner is, I will turn up the tunes and get cleaning.” I smile.

They again exchange a look like I have completely lost the plot, until eventually one opens a cupboard and pulls out the vacuum cleaner and hands it to me.

“Brilliant, thank you.” I smile before walking out. I return to the main living area and stand in front of the music system. “Now if I could just figure out how to turn this bastard on,” I mutter to myself, staring at the remote. I press a few buttons until the music blares out through the speakers. “Yes!” I fist pump the air. It’s a fancy system set up; each room has speakers connected to the system, so I can listen to the music as I move from room to room.

I am dancing away, the music is loud, and between that and the vacuum cleaner, I can’t hear a lot going on around me, and that’s the mistake. I don’t hear anyone enter the room and I don’t hear anyone approach me before I'm hit around the back of the head and my world turns pitch black.

I wake up in dark room. I groan––my head is pounding. “What the hell?” I ask myself as I sit up. I squint my eyes, trying to look around the room to see where I am, but it’s useless, the room is pitch black. “Hello?” I call out but there's no response.

I try to stand but feel a weight around my ankle. I move my leg and the sound of metal clinking echoes. I'm chained up. “Kaid,” I call out, feeling panicked. There is no answer. My eyes dart all over the room for a bit of light––anything. I feel claustrophobic, like the dark is suffocating me. I try to calm my breathing. “Just calm breaths, Theia,” I remind myself. I sit with my back against the wall and bring my knees up to my chest. I stay that way, too scared to try and move.

I want Kaid, and it then occurs to me… if I'm in here, what’s happened to him? What if someone has him? He could be in here with me hurt. “Kaid,” I call out again. No answer. I listen out for any movement. There is nothing.

What if it’s worse? What if they got to him before me and he's already been killed? I shake my head; I cannot let myself think like that. I have to believe in what Kaid said, that I shouldn't worry, that he is the Pakhan. I don’t need to worry about him, but he also said that he would never let anyone hurt me, yet here I am.

“It’s amazing what the fear of the unknown will do to a person,” a deep voice states.

I jump and gasp.” Wh… who’s there?” I ask, looking all around, but it’s still so dark, I couldn’t make anyone out if I tried.

“The darkness plays with your mind, and the silence is suffocating. People forget some of the classics,” he states, ignoring me.

“See, you are scared but you're smart… you try to calm your mind.” He laughs. “Well, you did before you heard my voice.” I see a flame as he lights a cigarette––it gives me some light but not enough to see his face. “Now, you will forgive my hosting skills but Oleg informed me of your spirited nature, and well, I just wanted to be cautious. You understand that, right?”

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