Page 100 of Gilded in Blood

I’m still flushed, still turned on, and I so badly want him to have me right here. But then I remember my colleagues are waiting for me outside.

I sigh. “I need to go back out there.”

He brushes my hair away from my face. “Go. I’ll be right behind you.”

I quickly reapply my lipstick and fix my makeup in the mirror, then step out of the bathroom. Not even a minute later, I feel the vibration start again, low but insistent.

I turn and see him a few steps behind me, smirking.

I can barely make it through the rest of the cocktail party. Every time I try to focus on a conversation, the vibrator buzzes to life again.

Low at first, then stronger, teasing me until my thighs press together and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.

By the time the event starts winding down, I am a mess, flushed, aching, desperate.

I grab Kirill’s hand, pulling him toward the exit. “Take me back to our suite. Now.”

The ride back to the hotel is a blur of heated kisses and wandering hands. The second we’re in the back seat of the car, I’m on him, straddling his lap, kissing him like I’ll die if I don’t.

He kisses me back just as hungrily, hands sliding under my dress, gripping my ass as he grinds me against the hard bulge in his pants.

The driver can see us, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except the need burning through me.

He taps his phone, and the vibrator inside me kicks up a notch. I moan into his mouth, hips rolling against him as the pleasure builds fast and sharp.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls against my lips. “I can feel how soaked you are through your panties.”

He edges me mercilessly. The vibrations pulse in waves, building me up, then slowing down right when I’m about to tip over the edge. I whimper, grinding harder against him, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, voice shaky. “Kirill, please let me come.”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, biting my lower lip. “I want you dripping for me when I finally fuck you.”

He keeps playing with the settings, bringing me to the brink again and again until I’m a trembling, whimpering mess in his lap.

When he finally lets me come, I shatter hard, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cry as my walls clamp down around the toy, pleasure ripping through me in intense waves. I’m shaking, oversensitive, but he holds me tight, kissing my neck, whispering filthy things in my ear.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Coming all over a toy in the back of a car like a desperate little slut. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I control your pleasure.”

I moan, nodding frantically. “Yes… God, yes…”

By the time we reach the hotel, I’ve come twice and I’m barely coherent. He carries me up to our suite, kicking the door shut behind us.

The second we’re inside, he sets me down and spins me around, bending me over the back of the couch.

He yanks my dress up and rips my panties down my legs. The toy is still buzzing inside me. He pulls it out slowly, making me whimper at the loss, then replaces it with his cock in one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” he groans, bottoming out deep inside me. “This pussy is mine. I’m going to fill you up. Breed you. Put my baby in you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. He fucks me hard and deep, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Every thrust is possessive, claiming.

“You’re going to take every drop,” he growls, pounding into me. “Gonna fill this womb until you’re pregnant with my child. You want that, don’t you? Want me to breed you like the good little whore you are.”

I cry out, pushing back against him, lost in the filthy words and the way he’s fucking me so perfectly. “Yes… please… fill me up…”

He fucks me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. When I come again, it’s with a scream, my walls clamping down around him as pleasure explodes through me.

He follows right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.