Page 54 of Gilded in Blood

He groans at the sight, then lowers his head and captures one nipple between his teeth.

I cry out as he bites down, just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me.

He sucks hard, then moves to the other breast, leaving red marks and bites all over my soft flesh. His hand keeps working between my legs, rubbing firm circles over my clit through my leggings until I’m grinding shamelessly against his palm.

“Mine,” he growls against my skin, biting down again.

He drops to his knees and yanks my leggings and panties down in one rough motion. I step out of them on shaky legs.

The second I’m bare, he buries his face between my thighs, devouring me like a starving man.

His tongue is relentless. Licking, sucking, fucking into me while his fingers reach up to pinch and roll my nipples.

I moan loudly, one hand fisted in his hair, the other braced against the mirror behind me. He pulls back just enough to look up at me, chin glistening with my arousal.

“Such a dirty girl. Letting me eat this pussy in the middle of the gym where anyone could walk in and see what a desperate little slut you are.”

My gaze flicks to the door.

Any of Ilya’s neighbors could walk in at any moment.

The thought should terrify me. Instead, it sends another thrill racing through me, making my pulse pound even harder.

“You fucking like that, don't you?”

He dives back in, sucking hard on my clit while thrusting two thick fingers deep inside me. I come with a broken cry, thighs shaking around his head, my release flooding his mouth.

He doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering and oversensitive. Then he rises, towering over me again. He spins me around so I’m facing the mirror, my hands braced against it.

I can see us both, my flushed, marked body, his powerful frame behind me.

He kicks my legs apart and presses the thick head of his cock against my entrance.

“Are you still sore?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words, solnyshko.”

“No,” I gasp.

“Good.”

He brings his lips to my ear. “I need you to watch,” he orders, voice rough. “Watch me fuck you.”

He thrusts in hard in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out at the sudden fullness, the slight burn mixing with overwhelming pleasure.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me with deep, punishing strokes, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit.

“Look at yourself,” he growls against my ear. “Look how well you take my cock. Such a perfect little fucktoy.”

I moan loudly, unable to look away from our reflection. The sight of him pounding into me, the way my breasts bounce with every thrust, the way his hand works between my legs, it’s filthy and intoxicating.

He fucks me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the gym. “This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I gasp, barely able to form words. “Only yours.”

He groans, pace becoming almost brutal. “Good girl. Come for me again. I want to feel this tight cunt milking my cock.”