Page 91 of Gilded Locks

She looked down, embarrassed. “I’m not crazy.”

“No one would blame you if you were, after what they put you through.”

“You say that now?—”

“I mean what I say. Today, tomorrow, a year from now. We don’t expect perfection, but we do expect you to be truthful. That’s what it means to be ours.”

She couldn’t take any more of this man. “Please.” The word came out broken.

“Please what?” He leaned closer, lips nearly brushing hers. “What do you need?”

“Touch me.” She said, stronger this time. “I need you to touch me.” She wanted him to make her irrevocably a part of this place so she could start her life over.

“Let me hear you beg.”

She made a sound of pure frustration. He was going to make her say it. Make her bare her soul for him.

“Please, Hunter.” His name tasted like surrender on her tongue. “Please. I’m begging you. Touch me, taste me, take me. I don’t care how. Just make me yours.”

Victory flashed in his eyes for a split second before his control shattered completely.

His mouth crashed over hers, not gentle but not cruel. He kissed her like he was claiming territory, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. His hands slid up her calves with devastating slowness, spreading her legs wide.

“Moya Lisichka.” The Russian endearment rumbled against her skin. “My little fox. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about breaking my own promises to touch you?”

She couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe. His hands had trailed up her thighs, thumbs tracing patterns that made her shake. He pushed the blankets away, revealing every inch of her.

His fingers traced higher, and she shivered. He pressed her knees into her chest, putting her most secret places on full display. “Look how you glisten, ready for me alone.” He bent down, and dragged his tongue through her folds. “Untouched.”

She gasped when he grazed her clit.

“I’m going to fuck your tight pink hole so hard you’ll feel me inside of you for days.” He pressed a finger inside of her, purposely reaching as deep as he could. “You’ll be exhausted when I’m finished. If you sleep, I’ll fuck you while you dream. And when you dream, you’ll feel me inside of you. That’s how deep it will be, Lisichka. I’ll always be in you.”

Her breath jutted out as he pressed a finger to her ass.

“Every inch of you will know the feel of my cock.” He pressed his fingers deep inside of her and held. Her moans pitched when he teased a sensitive spot. “Three times as deep as I am now.”

“Hunter…” He was edging her closer to that pivotal place, but dragging it out. Teasing her. “Please.”

A low rumbling chuckle escaped his throat. “Greedy little thief. You already stole from us today.”

Her attention snapped to his face. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did. When you were in the bath, touching yourself, you stole an orgasm. No more, Lisichka. Your pleasure is ours to give. You come see me or Stone or Ash when you need attention. Understand?”

“Are you saying I’m not allowed to touch myself?”

He twisted his fingers, reaching places inside of her she could never manage on her own. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” His other hand pressed flat on her lower stomach, applying enough pressure to heighten the sensation of his exploring fingers. “Besides, your little climax was nothing compared to what I can give you.”

Her breath hitched as he demonstrated, pumping hard and fast, hitting nerves she never reached before. “Wait, wait, wait!” She gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure, but she was powerless to stop it.

He took ownership of her body. Drove her to heights she could never manage on her own, places other men had never cared to journey. She was merely a passenger, a victim of sin and service, an instrument he played like a master, and as she reached one explosive finish after the other, crying out profanities that slurred into incoherent prayers, he got her to sing.

The aftershocks rippled through her like endless electric zaps. Every nerve was so alive and firing, the simplest caress made her twitch and gasp.

“Very good,” he praised, trailing the tips of his fingers over her wet thighs.

She was drenched flesh and sobbing pleasure, mindlessly malleable.