Page 10 of Gilded

LUKA

M alia’s bark slices through the fury that has me seeing red. I find my hand on her neck and pull back.

I stare at the mark I left on her skin while trying to drag myself back from that shuttered place inside me that’s as dark as it gets.

I sit on the sofa, grip her waist, and pull her between my legs. Her expression is unsure but not scared. I’m not sure if that’s strength or ignorance.

I brush her hair off her shoulder, then slide my hand over one perfect tit. Her nipple hardens beneath my touch, and the reaction shoots lust into my bloodstream.

I pull on the outer tie of her dress, and it falls partially open. She sips a breath and tenses as I slide my hand across her flat belly and pull on the inside tie. The fabric parts and falls away, exposing a black bra and panties.

I slide my hand into the pocket of my suit jacket and pull out three samples of Tom Ford’s cherry line, all in one-milliliter spray bottles.

“Oh,” she says with a smile in her voice. “They’re so cute.”

I’m not sure why, but that strikes me funny, and I laugh. “Right arm out to your side.”

She lifts her arm and I spritz Lost Cherry onto her wrist. When she lifts her hand toward her face, I catch it. “It needs time to settle in and mingle with your skin. Left arm.”

She obeys, and I add Electric Cherry onto her skin.

Then I pull the top off Cherry Smoke and spray a shot right above her belly button.

“It’s pretty,” she says.

I nod. “A nice line.” I point to her right arm. “That’s Lost Cherry. You can smell it.”

She lifts her arm to her nose. “That’s nice. Maybe a little too…sweet? Like candy sweet.”

I’m impressed she picked up on that. “That”—I point to her left arm—“is Electric Cherry.”

She smells it. “Ooo. It’s deeper. More…sultry.”

I run my finger from her bra clasp to her belly button. “And this is Cherry Smoke.”

“Well.” She looks down at herself. “I can’t exactly smell that one.”

I laugh. “No, I guess you can’t.”

I pick up the soft hem of her dress and spray some there, wave it in the air to speed the drying process, then lift it to her face.

She pulls in a breath and instantly closes her eyes with a hum of pleasure.

“My feelings exactly,” I tell her. I put the two other bottles back into my pocket and set Cherry Smoke on the coffee table. “You can use this until I get you a full bottle.”

Then I tuck my fingers between her tits and pop the clasp. Fucking perfect tits. Her breathing is shallow, her heartbeat quick.

“Damn, you’re a sexy little thing.” So much beauty going to waste on an old fucker like Zeiger.

It’s criminal. But then, so is she. It’s a good reminder.

She’s shockingly alluring, making it easy to forget who she is and what she’s done and will continue to do if her father isn’t stopped. If she’s not stopped.

“Am I?” she asks.

I fist the back of her dress and bra all at once and pull until the clothes fall away from her body. “Very.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“It depends on your perspective. You might have been able to avoid this situation if you weren’t so fucking gorgeous.”

Her gaze lowers along with her shoulders, and her brow pulls. The way her lower lip slides forward makes it impossible not to reach up, grip her face, and pull her mouth to mine.

Her sound of surprise melts in my mouth.

Today, I don’t tease her into responding.

Today, I demand it. And she rises to the occasion.

Or tries. But she’s always a step behind me, making the kiss rough and awkward.

So I demand more. When she’s almost there, I back off a little, and what I get was worth the wait—pure, raw, synced passion.

But I break the kiss to hold on to control. I want her with wicked intensity.

“Time for you to get to know the cock that owns you. On your knees.”

Her gaze darts to mine, and her apprehension rises. “W-why?”

I tilt her head until she meets my gaze. Fear flashes in her eyes, and she winces.

“I told you, I’ll never hit you. But I am here to teach you, so get on your knees.”

She settles between my spread thighs, head bent in obedience. I lean forward and pull the clip out of her hair, running my fingers through the soft strands.

“You’ll need to learn to move faster,” I tell her. “Soren won’t be patient. Unfasten my pants.”

Emotions flicker through her eyes before she opens my belt. The sight of her small, perfect hands on me intensifies my excitement. I’m so hard, I have to help her get the zipper over my cock.

Her gaze comes back to mine, shy, her cheeks stained pink, awaiting instruction. I don’t see her father anywhere in her beautiful face. She must look just like her mother, whoever the hell that is.

“Take my cock out.”

She moves my clothes around, and I’m clenching my teeth when she finally frees me.

The look on her face is priceless—part surprise, part what-the-fuck—and I can’t keep from laughing.

“Men were at the end of the creation line,” I tell her. “And this was all that was left after making women so fucking beautiful.”

She sputters a laugh, but it doesn’t do anything to relieve the unease in her expression.

“Touch me,” I order.

“How?”

“Stroke my cock.”

Her hands are tentative.

“Harder.”

She squeezes my cock as she moves upward, and pleasure lights up my spine. I drop my head back and moan.

She immediately releases me, leaving me dizzy. “Sorry.”

When I lift my head, her gaze is averted, her hands clutched together between her tits. “Don’t be sorry. It feels amazing.”

“It does?”

“Pleasure can look or sound like pain during sex.”

I take her hand, lick her palm to fingertip, and place her hand on my cock again.

Then I cover her hand with mine and show her how to stroke me.

Within minutes, her apprehension has evaporated, her lids are heavy, and she’s scraping her bottom lip between her teeth with a look I can only categorize as lust.

“Sex is often about creativity,” I tell her. “Finding new ways to give pleasure. You can use any part of your body to do that for a man—your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass. It all feels good.”

I lean forward, squeeze her tits, and thumb her nipples. She pulls in a little gasp, and her face flushes a deeper pink. I lick both thumbs and roll them back over her nipples. “Anything wet feels even better.”

“Oh,” she murmurs before taking both hands off me, licking her own palms, and returning to my cock with a double-fisted grip that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I take her hands off me, pull her in, and cup her tits around my cock. “Put your hands here and rub on me with all this amazing skin.”

When she obeys, and my cock is stuffed between her tits, all firm and soft, I cup her face and kiss her until she loses focus. Until her tongue is swirling with mine. I want to fucking devour her. But I refocus and pull back. “Now do that to my cock.”

She fights to focus. “What?”

I push her back by the shoulders. “Lick my cum off the tip.”

She not only licks me, she watches my face as she does. The sight of her pink tongue makes my cock lengthen and expand, the color growing darker with blood rushing that direction. She spontaneously takes the head into her mouth, and the tentative strokes make me insane.

“Suck me, princess,” I demand, my throat thick with lust.

I push one of my hands into her hair and fist it.

She pulls her mouth off me, wincing.

“Get used to the pain,” I tell her. “Just accept it. Find ways to use it.”

She opens her eyes, and the discomfort there hiccups through my conscience. But it also turns me the fuck on. “Be a good girl and get your mouth back on my cock.”

I push my pants lower on my hips, preparing for her to take me deeper. Before we’re done, I’m going to have my balls at her mouth and my cock in her throat.

To fuck with her head, I release my hold on her hair, comb my hand through it gently, then sink back in with both hands and a fresh grip. I’m pleased when she whimpers.

“You’ve got this,” I encourage with a deep, sensual tone. “You’re tensing up. Relax. That’s it. Now a little deeper.” I make it happen. I’m only halfway in, but her mouth is small. “Now close your mouth around me and suck.”

She tries, but gags.

“You’re okay,” I tell her, opening my hands to release some pressure, massaging her scalp. “Relax. You’re okay. Get used to the feel. The taste. The scent. It’s all part of what makes sex so good.”

I give her room to move, and she pulls back, but goes right back in, closing her mouth and sucking.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Harder. That’s it. Faster.

Just like that. Get into the rhythm.” She picks up the pace.

And when she seems comfortable with that, my hands sink into her hair again.

I fist both hands hard and pull her into my cock.

“Go with it, princess. Stop thinking. Stop resisting. Just surrender and ride it out.”

Her eyes are watering, probably from the sting in her scalp, but I’ll be damned if she isn’t giving me one hell of a blow job. My balls are tight. A fist of heat collects at the base of my spine. My cock looks like a goddamned monster, swollen veins snaking all around, glistening from her mouth.

“That’a girl.” I release her hair and rub her scalp before sinking deep again. When I fist her hair, her mouth tightens on my cock. “ Yes ,” I groan. “Now you’ve got it.”

The more pleasure I show, the harder she works, and rocket fuel fills my veins. “Sprint to the finish. Hold on and enjoy the ride.”

I pull her into me as I thrust, and her mouth reflexively resists the invasion. She makes a noise, part surprise, part confusion, but I don’t ease up. Instead, I fuck her mouth like Soren will, hard and relentless, with no regard for her needs or her feelings.

“Loosen your jaw,” I tell her. “Breathe through your nose.”

Those tips settle her down.

“Open and relax, princess. Surrender to me. Let me own your mouth.”

She obeys, giving me full access.

I grit my teeth. “Perfect. Take it, princess. Take every fucking inch of me, like a good girl.”

I thrust deep again and again, banging on her throat. “Relax your mouth.”

When her throat opens, I push inside. “Fuck me,” I growl from behind clenched teeth. “That’s so fucking good.”

One of her hands is gripped around my wrist. The other on my knee. Unexpectedly, she swallows, compressing the head of my cock in her throat and snapping my waning resistance.

Before I come, I grab her jaw and push her head away.

I’m shocked at the strength of my climax. My mind evaporates in ecstasy. I’ve never made the sounds that roll out of me now, deep, and forceful. Stars upon stars upon stars blind me, and a wicked, thrilling frenzy rips through my body.

It takes me several long moments to come back to earth.

I’m pissed with myself for losing control so quickly.

I can usually last a hell of a lot longer.

And I wanted to. I wanted to fuck her mouth until it was raw.

But I also wanted to hate her, and I’m finding even that difficult.

In my defense, I’ve been thinking about this from the moment I saw her on the pool deck, and I arrived already primed for release.

When I catch my breath, I blink my eyes open and find my hand holding hers around my cock, something I don’t remember doing. Her head is resting on my knee.

The first thing I see are tears wetting her cheeks. “If you cry with Soren, he’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Our hands are covered in cum, and my brain isn’t fully in gear yet.

I take both our hands off my cock. “Don’t move.”

I tuck myself back into my pants, grab a wet towel from the kitchen, and clean up, then return to the sofa and wipe her hand clean. I toss the towel on the floor and lift her chin so she’s looking at me again.

“If I’m not good at it,” she says, “Soren will still beat the shit out of me.”

I’m missing some brain cells. “What makes you think you’re not good at it?”

Her gaze flutters off. “You pushed me away.”

Christ. This is the problem with a virgin. Sensitive to every little thing. “Not all women like having cum in their mouth or on their face, but you’ll need to learn how to handle that because that’s what Soren will do.”

“Oh.” She looks confused, but she recovers enough to push up on her knees and kiss me. Her moves are fluid, her mouth open and welcoming. I taste musk and pent-up need.

I break the kiss, push her back by the shoulders, and stand. I like the idea of leaving her throbbing with no relief, unless she brings it on herself.

No, actually, I love that idea.

“That’s enough for tonight,” I tell her. “This time, when I tell you to touch yourself while I’m gone, do it. If you haven’t by the time I’m back from my trip, I’ll push punishment to the top of the list of things you have to master.”

“Trip?”

“I’ll see you next week.”

“ Next week? But the wedding?—”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you have all his sick fetishes mastered by your wedding day.”

I take her face in my hand, smooshing her cheeks like a child and dropping a kiss on her deformed lips. “Be a good girl while I’m gone, and remember, you’re mine . If anyone even tries to touch you—including Soren—tell them I’ll cut their hands off when I get back.”