Page 23 of Kaid's Empire

“Trust me, Kroschka,” he whispers across my lips, looking into my hooded eyes that are filled with desire. I nod and he smiles. “Open your legs,” he orders. I do as he asked and he steps back, looking between my legs with hunger in his eyes. “Wider,” he growls. I stretch my legs as far apart as I can, and he runs his tongue along his lips.

“I can see how wet you are,” he states, moving to his knees before me. His hands glide up my inner thighs. My body shudders at his touch, desperate for him to touch me where I need it. He leans forward, kissing my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to where I need.

“Oh God,” I moan, my eyes falling closed.

He stops. “How bad do you need me, Kroschka? How desperate are you for my mouth?” he rasps. He is so close I feel his breath across my clit, and I whimper.

“I need you,” I beg.

“I'm not sure I believe you,” he states.

My eyes snap open and I look down at him. “Kaid, you warned me not to goad you, and now I'm warning you not to tease me when I am already wound up,” I snap.

He smiles, which only makes me angry. I am about to lose it. “Kaid I... Ahh…” My words die and a moan escapes me as his mouth is on me, his tongue swirling around my clit. My head rolls back and my eyes close.

“Eyes on me,” he orders.

My head snaps forward and my eyes spring open. “Don’t stop,” I complain. His dark eyes watch me as he slides two fingers inside me. “Oh God.” I breathe, feeling my orgasm start to build again. He knows I'm close, he can feel it. While still fucking expertly with his fingers, he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks. My hips buck and my back arches as my orgasm crashes over me.

“Fuck,” I cry. He slows his movements. He grabs my hips, sliding them off the bed and flipping me around, so I am on my knees and face down on the bed. He grabs hold of my bonded wrists and slowly slides himself inside me. “Kaid,” I whimper, my body still so sensitive from my orgasm.

He leans over my back, moving my hair to one side. “Feel how your body knows you're mine,” he whispers in my ear as he rolls his hips. I whimper. “I own you,” he states, thrusting harder. “Say it,” he orders, thrusting harder again.

“Ah… God,” I moan.

He thrusts hard again; he grips my hair, yanking on it and pulling my head up. His mouth presses against my ear. “Say I fucking own you,” he hisses and thrusts again.

“You own me,” I moan.

He lets go of my hair and grabs my hips tight, thrusting harder and faster. “Say it,” he growls.

“Oh fuck, you own me,” I cry out as I feel my walls tighten around him.

“Fuck, scream it. I want everyone to know you're mine.” He pants, his fingers digging into my hips.

My climax hits hard. “Oh fuck!” I scream as his hand slaps down on my behind.

“Say it!” He pants.

“I'm yours! You own me,” I cry out as my orgasm continues to consume my body. He lets out a deep throaty moan as he climaxes.

My body is sated, my muscles are too relaxed to move. He unties the belt and scoops me up, laying me in his bed. He lies behind me, holding me. “Mine,” he states softly.

Eighteen

Kaid

Finally, I have her, sprawled out across my bed. The sheet is draped low on her waist, just covering her delectable behind. Her dark hair is splayed across the pillow and her plump lips are slightly parted as she sleeps. She even looks stunning while sleeping. I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture. “Mine.” I smile. Leaning over, I place a kiss on her before I leave.

Walking into the living area, I see my coffee and breakfast laid out ready and waiting for me. I take my seat as Mikhail walks in, joining me like he does every morning. “News?” I ask, sipping my espresso.

“No one has seen or heard from Vitali. We have five of his men, they are being questioned. But Vitali has gone underground,” Mikhail states, taking a bite of a pastry.

“I cannot stay hidden forever, I am the Pakhan. I rule and I cannot rule hiding away, it will send out the wrong message. People will see it as a weakness, and I am not weak,” I point out.

“Then we shall make a statement. The prince’s annual garden party is this weekend. You will attend, the place is secure. There will be plenty of press that will show that you are not hiding,” Mikhail suggests.

I nod. “Good. I will take Theia as my date, they will not think anything of it, they will merely assume she is just a normal whore I have picked up to take. The five men you have, kill them,” I order.

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