Page 84 of Gilded in Blood

When we’re both clean, he turns me around, pressing my front against the cool glass wall of the shower. The contrast between the cold glass and the hot water makes me gasp.

He steps up behind me, hands on my hips, and slides into me in one smooth thrust, making me gasp.

This time it’s rougher. Deeper. He fucks me against the glass with powerful strokes, one hand circling my clit while the other grabs my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple.

Then that hand moves up to my neck, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make my head spin in the best way.

It’s like he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. Like he knows my body better than I do.

He bites my ear, nibbling on the lobe as he thrusts harder. “Such a good little slut,” he growls against my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. My perfect fucktoy. You love being used by me, don’t you?”

I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles. “Yes… God, yes…”

He keeps going, pounding into me, fingers working my clit in tight circles while his hand tightens slightly around my throat. The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming.

When I come, it’s so hard my whole body shakes, legs nearly giving out beneath me. I cry out, pressing my forehead against the glass as waves of intense pleasure crash through me.

He holds me up, strong arms wrapped around me, not letting me fall. He fucks me through it, groaning my name as he finally comes deep inside me, filling me with heat.

We stay like that for a long moment, water still raining down on us, his body pressed against mine, holding me together.

As the pleasure slowly fades, reality creeps back in. I’ve fallen so deep for this man. Even after everything I’ve learned, the lies, his connection to Michael, I still want him. I still need him.

Is this even healthy? Am I okay?

I don’t know anymore. But right now, in his arms, I don’t want to think about it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Milana

Kirill’s hands move from my hair down to my lower back, rubbing slow, soothing circles into my skin as we lie naked in his bed. The sheets are tangled around us.

I feel safe here, wrapped in his arms, even though my mind is still spinning with everything that’s happened.

“So what now?” I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He’s quiet for a long moment, his fingers still tracing gentle patterns on my back. “I’ll continue acting like I’m still on Michael’s side. I’ll find a way to lie to him about what happened with his guy. Buy us more time.”

I nod slowly, processing. “Okay. And my brothers? When are you going to tell them?”

He hesitates. “Pretty soon.”

“How soon?” I press, lifting my head to look at him.

He meets my eyes. “When the time is right.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I can’t lie to my brothers. It’s one thing that I didn’t know you were lying about who you were all this time. But now that I do… there’s no way I can look them in the eyes and lie to them. That’s betrayal.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t tell them everything right now. I need an actual plan first.”

I sit up a little more, looking at him seriously. “You have to come up with a way to tell them. And soon. We have to set up a meeting. Whether you tell them now or later, they’re still going to be pissed. So it’s best to get it out of the way. Because they’re going to find out one way or another. Michael can only keep Konstantin away for so long.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. Then he swears under his breath. “Fine. I’ll reach out to your brothers and set up a meeting.”

I watch him expectantly as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He types quickly, then drops it back down.

“They’ll meet us at noon tomorrow,” he says.