Page 91 of Gilded in Blood

Now we’re seated in my brother’s private jet, heading back there. The cabin is luxurious, with soft leather seats and warm lighting.

I’m sitting next to Kirill, our thighs brushing, the energy between us completely different from the last time we were on this jet together. There’s no tension this time. No fear. Just heat. Anticipation. Something deeper.

He looks over at me, eyes dark. “What are you thinking?”

I wink at him, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.”

His eyebrows rise, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” he says, voice dropping low, “it’s a good thing I like fulfilling your fantasies.”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Go to the bedroom cabin. Take off your clothes. Get on your hands and knees. Wait for me.”

The command sends a shiver down my spine. The way he says it, so authoritative, makes my body respond instantly. I stand up without a word, feeling his eyes on me the entire way as I walk to the back of the jet.

In the private cabin, I strip out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet. My bra and panties follow. Naked, I climb onto the bed, getting on my hands and knees, heart racing with anticipation.

The door opens behind me. I turn my head slightly. Kirill is standing there, eyes raking over me with raw hunger.

“What a sight you are,” he growls, stepping closer.

He steps closer, eyes raking over me. “You’re dripping wet,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

I look back at him over my shoulder, a teasing smile on my lips. “Are you going to do something about it? Or are you going to stand there talking the entire flight?”

His eyes darken. He walks up behind me and brings his hand down on my ass in a firm spank. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but the heat that follows it is delicious.

“Brat,” he growls, spanking me again, harder this time. I moan, pushing back against his hand. I didn’t know I liked this, but the way my body responds tells me I do.

He keeps spanking me, alternating cheeks until my skin is burning. Then he soothes it with his palm, rubbing the heat into my flesh. His thumb slides through my slit, moving up and down, the wet sounds filling the small cabin.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” he says, voice thick with lust. “Such a greedy little slut.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me with them while his other hand continues to spank me lightly. I cry out, pushing back against his hand, chasing the pleasure as it builds fast and intense.

“Kirill—” I moan, voice breaking.

“Say my name again,” he demands, fingers thrusting deeper.

“Kirill—oh God⁠—”

Just when I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out. I look back at him, ready to kill him, but he only laughs, dark and low, as he licks his fingers.

He takes out his cock, hard and thick, and grips my waist. “I care about you,” he says, voice rough. “I need you to remember that. Because right now, it’s about to seem like I don’t.”

Before I can register his words, he slams into me with one powerful thrust. The force almost makes me collapse onto the bed, but he holds me up by my waist, keeping my ass in the air as he starts fucking me mercilessly.

I scream, the sound loud in the small cabin. I’m sure the flight crew can hear me, but I don’t care.

He fucks me hard and deep, one hand reaching around to circle my clit while the other wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growls in my ear, breath hot against my skin. “Love being fucked like a little whore while we’re thousands of feet in the air. The crew can hear you screaming for my cock.”

I moan loudly, pushing back against him, the combination of his hand on my throat and his cock pounding into me pushing me closer to the edge.

He tightens his grip on my throat just enough to restrict my breathing for a few seconds, then loosens it as he fucks me harder.