Page 96 of Gilded in Blood

I talk to a couple of guys who approach me, smiling politely, but I don’t let any of them buy me a drink. I just chat lightly and move on. I want him to win. I want to see what he’ll ask for as his prize.

After a while, I see him dismiss the blonde. She slips a piece of paper into his pocket. Her number, I’m guessing and walks away with a pout. He doesn’t even watch her go. His eyes find mine across the bar, dark and intense.

He gets off his stool and walks over to me. “Seems like I won.”

“Hmm,” I say, tilting my head. “So women do buy men drinks.”

He smirks. “I told you.”

I take a sip of my drink, looking up at him. “So, what do you want as your prize?”

He leans in closer, voice low. “I’ll let you know when I decide.”

I down the rest of my drink, the alcohol warming my veins. “Well… I’m ready to call it a night. But first, can we dance?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Please?” I say, giving him my best pleading look. I grab his hand and start pulling him toward the dance floor. “Just one song.”

He lets me drag him, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

A slower, sultry song comes on as we reach the floor. I turn so my back is to his front, pressing my body against him as I start to move.

I roll my hips, grinding my ass against him slowly, feeling his hands settle on my hips. His grip tightens as I feel his erection grow against me. The heat between us is electric.

I turn around, hooking my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. We’re so close our bodies are pressed together, moving to the beat. His hands slide down to my lower back, holding me there.

Our faces are inches apart. I can feel his breath on my lips, but we don’t kiss. We just dance, bodies moving together, the tension building with every sway, every grind, every look.

When the song finally comes to an end, I’m breathless. Not from the dancing, but from the way my body is wired up, every nerve ending on edge.

The heat between us, the way he held me, the way our bodies moved together, it’s left me aching.

He leans in, lips brushing my ear so I can hear him over the loud music. “Are you ready to go now?”

The feel of his breath against my skin makes me even more desperate. I nod. “Yes.”

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Okay. Let’s get out of here.”

The ride back to the hotel is torture. I sit with my thighs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the throbbing need between my legs.

I want to jump him right here in the back of the cab. I want to climb into his lap and ride him until I can’t think straight. But I hold myself back, gripping the edge of the seat, stealing glances at him as he looks out the window, jaw tight.

The second the door to our suite clicks shut behind us, he pulls me to him. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as our mouths crash together.

The kiss is devouring, deep, hungry, desperate. His hands grip my ass, holding me up as he walks us further into the room. I’m tearing at his shirt, he’s yanking at my dress, both of us frantic to feel skin on skin.

We’re kissing like we can’t get enough, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. I moan into his mouth as he presses me against the wall, his hardness grinding against me through our clothes.

Kirill pulls me against him, naked and warm, and I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.

I turn in his arms and kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, needier. He kisses me back, one hand sliding down my back to cup my ass, pulling me closer. Our bodies press together, skin on skin, and I feel him hardening against my thigh.

He kisses me again, slow and deep, then starts moving down my body.

His lips trail over my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, sucking gently on each nipple until I’m arching into him with soft moans. He continues lower, kissing my stomach, my hips, the tops of my thighs.

When he finally settles between my legs, spreading them wide, I’m already dripping for him. He looks up at me, eyes dark with hunger, then lowers his mouth to my pussy.