Page 27 of Gilded

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur. “I can’t wait to get my cock into you.”

She chokes out another moan. Her forehead presses against mine, her hips quickening.

“So close,” I tell her. “You feel so fucking good.” She loses a little control, and her movements become more frenzied. I squeeze her ass tighter and hold her to the pattern I know will get her to the peak in a way that will make her break in wicked ecstasy.

“You’ve got this,” I tell her. “You’re right there.”

She’s dripping into my hand, and I have a wild urge to toss her onto her back and lap up every last drop. But I’ll save that for another time.

Her orgasm finally breaks. Her hands pull so hard at my shirt, I think it might rip. And the sounds rolling out of her throat turn me inside out.

I’m relieved when she quiets down and slides into recovery, panting, her cheek against my head. “Oh my God.”

The awe in her voice makes me smile, and against my will, my heart follows. But I redirect my thoughts. I can’t afford to care about her.

“Don’t expect this from Soren. He’ll be focused on nothing but his own pleasure.”

I pull my hand from her body to reach for my wallet and find the condom. “Unfasten my pants.”

She does as she’s told, but dazed and slow, her fingers fumbling.

“Take my cock out.”

She’s less tentative about touching me than she was last time, and when my cock is free, I push her hands away to put the condom on.

She scrapes her bottom lip between her teeth. “There’s no way.”

“Your body will make room for me. I promise. Move back to your knees.”

She rises on her knees, and I guide her hips with one hand while I stroke the head of my cock through her folds with the other. She’s watching as a hum of pleasure rolls out of her.

Until I secure the head of my cock at her entrance. Then she sucks air again.

Tearing her body to fit mine makes me a little sick, but pleasure hazes my brain. “This position gives you control,” I tell her. “Go as slow as you need. It will be uncomfortable. There’s no way around that. But the first time is the hardest. It’s all downhill from there.”

Her nervous gaze darts to mine. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand. Just lower yourself, and my cock will do the rest.”

I give her hips a nudge to get her going, and she holds on to my shoulders as she lowers herself, wincing until the bulbous head of my cock is enveloped by her velvety pussy. I swear I’ve never felt anything this intense in my entire goddamned life.

She pulls in air through her teeth, pain creasing her brow.

“You’ve suffered far more pain at the hands of the other men in this house, and there is wicked pleasure on the other side.” I dig my fingers into her hips. “Relax all these muscles.”

When she does, I pull her down another inch.

Her eyes close on an awe-edged “Oh, fuck.”

“Relax.” I wait to feel her muscles soften, then tighten my grip on her hips and pull her fully onto my cock.

A sound rolls from her throat, her eyes close, and her face tightens for several extended seconds.

It takes every fucking ounce of control I own to keep from driving into her.

“Okay,” she says on a breath. “I’m…okay.”

“Then it’s time for your first riding lesson.” I pull her hips into a smooth, slow rhythm, my balls tightening with each thrust.

“That’s it. Little deeper. I watch my cock disappear into her pussy, a little more and a little more. “Good girl. Keep it going. Little deeper. You’ve got this. Almost there.”

Guiding her until she’s—surprisingly—taking a good portion of me, I pause and say, “Relax those muscles again.”

She takes a breath, lets it out, and her thighs slide wider, taking me until the head of my cock meets the back wall of her pussy. She drops her head against mine and moans.

She’s watching our bodies connect, then meets my gaze with a furrow between her brows. “Does this feel good? Am I doing it right?”

I cup her face in both hands, pull her lips to mine, and groan into her mouth. “So good.”

Her smile lights up my chest. She’s proud of herself, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Her movements grow more confident, and she takes me deep on every rock of her hips. I cover her tits and take one into my mouth, scraping my teeth over her nipple, then licking it.

“Luka…”

I drop my head against the couch and look up at her. “Right here.” With one hand on her face and the other on her ass, I pull her gaze to mine. “Look at me.”

She fights to focus, but the pleasure is coming in a tidal wave.

I squeeze her face. “Look at me, Malia.”

I’m holding her gaze as the first orgasm rolls through her. Seeing that ecstasy float through her eyes makes me feel like a fucking rock star. I release her face and grip her hips, keeping the movement going, movement that gives her clit direct pressure.

She lifts her head and looks at me in confusion. “When does it end?”

“There’s no limit to the pleasure. Let’s go for another.”

She drops her head and kisses me. One hand fists in the sofa at my shoulder, the other in my shirt and she’s lost in the ecstasy of finding that third peak.

Sweat has collected on her chest, her neck, her forehead. She’s working for that orgasm, but it’s still just out of reach.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Bring it home, love.”

Her sounds grow louder, her thrusts faster and deeper. Then she’s flying. I want to absorb every second of her bliss, but I’m barely holding on. She shudders, her hands fist and pull, her pussy spasms around my cock. I grip her ass hard, pulling her balls-deep, and let go.

The orgasm blasts through me in searing heat. My mind shatters. Every inch of my skin is on fire. It’s the best fucking orgasm of my ever-loving life.

Malia melts against me, her cheek on my shoulder, her breath bathing my neck, and my insides—the ones I keep knotted in vengeance—soften.

Then she combs her hand through my hair and pauses to pull one small piece between her fingers, again and again.

I’m dragged back to Venezuela. To the way my mother would help me get to sleep by doing the same. A sudden and completely irrational flood of emotion hits. Loss rips my chest open, and before I can stem the pain, my throat knots and my eyes sting.

The sensation wipes out those soft emotions, and pain fills the space. Hurt over what I’ve lost. Crippling loneliness from decades of living without the family I adored. Fury over having to face Tarik without killing him. Guilt over this complex mess with Malia.

And fear. Fear that Malia has become more than a path to revenge.

A bizarre sense of panic has me gripping her waist as I lift her to pull out. I immediately transfer her to the sofa beside me, then stare at a deep red splotch staining my pant leg.

The gravity of what I just did hits me hard, followed by guilt. Regret. And, yeah, shame. Who the fuck have I become to steal a woman’s virginity to get closer to her father for the sole purpose of killing him?

“Luka?”

I don’t address the confusion in her voice. I force my head to clear, put myself back together, and stand. “Now we can move on to the more complicated lessons.”

And I leave her naked on the sofa, curled up, looking utterly confused and lost.

When I close the door behind me, I experience an intense wave of relief. I need space. I need to get my emotions under control. I need to rebuild my walls.

But most of all, I need to get my head around the realization that I’m one cold, callous sonofabitch.