Page 98 of Their Pretty Little Monster

My shoulders pull back as I process his decision. “You… you can’t just use me to make a point!”

His laughter rumbles deep in his chest, soothing yet somehow provocative, and I hate how he makes me melt for him when I’m mad at him.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy our moment just as much as I did,” he teases, leaning in closer again. “You were incredibly sweet, your cunt so soft and wet, my pretty little one.”

As we stand to leave, the waitress reappears, holding a small white bag with a rather serious expression. “Your order, my Lord,” she says, her response losing any previous warmth as she hands it to Killian. Then she leaves us.

“What’s that?” I ask, curious, as we move toward the exit.

“A little something for later,” he replies with a secretive smile.

“Later?” I echo, my curiosity piqued.

The vessel gives a subtle shudder.

Killian takes my hand firmly in his. “For dessert,” he adds, leading me into the elevator.

Soon enough, the doors slide open. “Wait, this isn’t my floor.”

“You’re staying with me tonight,” he declares, not as a question but as a fact.

“Are you sure?” There’s a comforting gentleness in the way he stares at me, saying that I’m not staying alone during the storm.

He smirks at me just as another tremor from the ship sends me instinctively closer to him.

“My point is proven,” he says, amusement all over his face.

“Can we at least check in on Nyko while we’re on this floor?” I negotiate.

He nods, and we detour to Nyko’s room down the brightly lit hallway. He knocks lightly and opens the door. Wolfe is asleep on the oversized couch. From the other room, Nyko’s steady snores confirm he’s resting.

Wolfe stirs as we enter. “You’re finally back,” he rasps.

“Not really,” Killian begins to explain, but I cut him off, stepping fully into the living area.

“How’s Nyko?”

Killian flicks on the light, causing Wolfe to squint and shield his eyes.

“On the mend. He needs more sleep and to keep up with his medicine.” He stretches his arms into the air, his back arched.

“Amazing news. I feel so much better. If something happened to him, I’d die,” I say, moving to pour a glass of water from the tray that seems to be Wolfe’s dinner remnants. Handing it to him, I notice the thanks in his nod as he accepts it.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he murmurs, downing the water in a few gulps.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the couch opposite Wolfe while Killian stands somewhat awkwardly by the door.

“What’s in the bag?” Wolfe asks, studying the small parcel Killian grips.

“We’re passing by,” Killian responds evasively.

Wolfe grins, a mischievous grin on his face. “You better tell me those are Moon Puffs,” he states.

Killian shoots Wolfe a deadpan stare as he clutches the small bag close. “These aren’t for you,” he declares. “Sage hasn’t tried them yet, so would you steal that privilege from her?”

Wolfe chuckles, shaking his head, his eyes glowing with flames as he glances my way.

“See how sneaky he is with the Moon Puffs? He’s always been like this—snatching them away and gorging himself when we were kids, so Nyko and I never got them.”

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