Page 47 of Kaid's Empire

“Oh, fuck, yes, oh God,” I moan as I sit astride Kaid.

“Shh… Fuck, you feel so damn good.” He groans. I rotate my hips, moaning. Kaid––ever the control freak––takes hold of my hips and thrusts up, taking over. My nails dig into his chest as my orgasm hits. “Fuck,” he moans, finding his release.

I sigh, both of us panting. “You know, when you said about joining the mile high club, I thought you meant a quickie in the toilets. I didn’t realise you had your own private jet, with a bedroom.” I laugh.

He shrugs. “Kroschka, I am the Pakhan, and I am fucking rich. You will never want for anything. But if you are desperate to fuck in an aeroplane toilet, then my one on here is much nicer,” he teases.

I slap his chest and sigh. “I'm nervous about Russia,” I admit. He reaches up, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Why?” he asks.

“Because… what if no one likes me? What if I don’t like it there?” I pause. “What if I never learn to speak Russian and I will never understand anyone?” I panic.

Kaid rolls me onto my back. “If no one likes you, I will kill them. If you don’t like it there, we will move to where you do like it. And if you never learn how to speak Russian, I will make everyone learn English.”

I laugh. “How in the hell did I manage to fall in love with a Russian mafia boss?”

He kisses me. “I won you over with my charm, and because I always get what I want, and you were made to be mine. I would have never let anyone else have you. It’s that simple.”

“Charm?” I laugh. “Relentless dominance more like.”

He shrugs. “Whatever it was, you're mine, and soon, I will make you mine officially.”

I freeze. “Is that your way of you asking me to marry you?”

He shakes his head now, and I let out a little deflated breath. I mean, it’s crazy, it’s too soon, but something in me was hoping it was a proposal.

“I’m not asking, I'm telling you. You will marry me soon, because I want you to be my wife.”

I stare at him blankly. “When were you going to fill me in on this bit of information?” I ask.

He laughs. “Kroschka, why do you even question me when you know you are mine? I never plan on letting you go. I am the Pakhan, the motherfucking king of the Bratva, and a king always needs a queen.”

Epilogue

Theia

“Jesus Christ, it’s cold!” I squeak, jumping into the car.

It’s been nearly a year now since Monaco, and I have been living in Russia with Kaid. I was scared at first, but I actually love it. I've learnt a little Russian, but it isn’t exactly the easiest language to learn. I've learnt enough to get by.

I'm sat in the car, waiting for Kaid. It’s getting cold, and soon the snow will come in. Finally, he gets in. “Apologies, Kroschka, something I need to sort first,” he says before kissing me.

“That’s okay. Where are we going that is so important anyway?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” he adds. I shrug––it’s probably some meeting he has for the Bratva, a dinner of some sort. I mean, I can’t be at the meeting but I usually sit up in the hotel room or use the facilities while he does whatever needs to be done.

The car eventually turns onto the private runway at the airport. I look to his plane then look to Kaid. “Now you're excited,” he states. I nod, smiling.

On the plane, I try to guess where he is taking me. “Oh, is it Italy to meet your Italian family? I would like to go there.” I pause to think. “Oh, are we going to Bristol? Are you wanting to meet my family? Although, there is literally only my mum, and as for friends, I have no idea where they all are as they are dotted all over the world.” I pause again, tapping my finger on my chin. “I've got it! We are going to Vegas.”

“Why would we go to Vegas?” he asks.

I shrug. “How am I supposed to know? You're the one planning this trip.”

Kaid smirks and continues to not say a word. Eventually, the pilot tells us we are coming into land. I keep my face pressed up again the window, trying to guess where we are.

“Monaco,” I whisper.

---