Page 37 of Kaid's Empire

“Say it. Say it as you come,” I demand.

“Fuck, Kaid. I love you!” she cries out, her pussy clamping around my dick so tight as I feel my orgasm hit. I thrust one final time, filling deep inside her. Panting, I kiss her, giving her everything I feel for her in that one kiss.

“I love you, Kroschka,” I say between kisses, and I feel her smile against my lips. I turn, carrying her to my bed, where I fuck her again and again. Each and every time I get her to tell her she loves me when I make her cum.

“Do you have to go for a meeting?” she asks. I smile and lean over the back of the sofa to give her a kiss.

“Yes, I do. A few of my soldiers have flown in, I have yet to meet them,” I answer.

She huffs and pouts. “Why can’t they just come here?” she whines. “I will be nice, I promise.”

I laugh. “I don’t doubt you won’t be nice, but it’s just business talk. Nothing that you would find interesting.”

I kiss her one last time. Mikhail coughs, catching my attention. “Oh, hey, Mikhail!” Theia waves. Mikhail smiles and nods. He likes her, he's told me once or twice.

“Meeting has changed, they are coming here,” Mikhail states.

I frown. I don’t like change, it makes me uneasy. If any changes are to be made, I am the one that does it, not anyone else.

“Why?” I ask.

“Oleg said it would be easier, and safer for you.” Mikhail shrugs.

“Oh, yay, people. Let me go and get changed. It’s a nice day, go sit out on the deck and I will bring you all out a drink. Gives me something to do. I promise I will not hang around and get in your way.” Theia jumps up excitedly.

I think she's got a bit of cabin fever being stuck on this boat for so long. “Fine. How long until they arrive?” I ask Mikhail.

He looks at his watch. “They should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Oh, okay, I am going to go change and then make some drinks. I will bring them out in a little while.” She claps, happily running off.

“Don’t kill me, boss, but either you're not giving it to her enough”––I glare at him, and he hold his hands up in defence––“Never said you weren’t,” he defends. “Or your woman has cabin fever. She's been on this boat too long,” Mikhail points out.

“I know, I will take her into Monaco on Friday. Take her shopping or something. Now let’s get this meeting out of the way,” I state, walking outside.

Oleg and three other men arrive, and we sit outside. They fill me in on how the take back is going in Russia. The rebuild of the club is slow, but thanks to the fire they have pretty much had to start from scratch, there wasn’t any of the original structure left.

I look up and smile at seeing Theia bring us drinks––a bottle of Vodka and glasses filled with ice. She smiles at me and as her eyes dart to the side, her smile falls––as does the tray from her hands. What the fuck? She takes a step back and the colour drains from her face. I jump out of my seat straight away.

“Kroschka, what is it?” I ask. She is physically shaking.

“You know them?” she asks.

I frown in confusion and nod. “Yes, I sent them to get you, remember?”

“You were the one to send them?” she repeats. I nod. “I trusted you and you sent them,” she whispers, and tears fill her eyes.

“Kroschka, what the fuck is going on?” I ask.

“Them… you sent them to come crashing into my room. I was terrified, they blocked me in the bathroom. I tried to fight but he hit me, he did that to me, and you were the one to send them…” Her voice breaks at the end.

I turn and look at Oleg. He shakes his head. “She's just confused, boss. The whore had a head injury, she doesn’t know what she's talking about.” He tries to shrug it off.

I look to Mikhail and he nods. Cousin or not, he knows his time is up. He’s done something that he can never be forgiven for, he has crossed a line that he cannot come back from. All of them have.

“You put your hands on my woman?” I growl and anger heats my skin.

Oleg scoffs. “Boss, she wasn’t your woman.”

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