Page 19 of King of Depravity

“That’s the consensus.” I wave at her again.

Very slowly she pushes off the bureau and tiptoes toward me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She stops at the edge of the bed, indecision in every line of her face.

I reach up my hand, circling her wrist. But this time my grip is light, soft, as I give her the smallest tug. She heeds my request, bringing a knee to the mattress before she slides in next to me, on her side, not touching me.

Fuck that. Wrapping an arm around her back, I pull her into my side. To my surprise, she comes, molding into my body. “I’m not much better.”

“What’s that now?” I ask as her cheek settles on my shoulder.

“How insane is it that the man who stalks me, manipulates me, breaks into my apartment, is the guy that I snuggle up to in bed? It’s so crazy that being next to you makes me feel safe.”

Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere. “You’re not wrong. I’m one of the monsters that go bump in the night.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t know why I do it. I’ve never kissed a woman when I wasn’t filling her mouth with my tongue, but I brush a light kiss over the top of Chloe’s head.

She must use a coconut-scented shampoo, because the fruity scent fills my nostrils.

“But maybe just now, you need a monster to fight back the other monsters.” I pull her even closer, my dick making a tent in my boxer briefs.

“Like if I decided to be a dragon rider and I had to worry that the dragon might burn me alive, or toss me off in the air, but if I tamed the dragon, then I’d be the safest girl of them all.”

“I don’t know what shit you’re talking about, but I’m not the type to be tamed.”

“It’s a book…” she murmurs but she sounds sleepy as she relaxes more of her weight onto me. “And you’re right. I’m not interested in taming any man. I just want them to leave me alone. Is that too much to ask?”

“Maybe you should get really fat,” I volunteer. Then narrow my eyes. “Nevermind. I bet you’d look amazing with extra curves. All that jiggle would be hot as fuck.”

My cock leaks a bit of cum.

“You’re too much,” she sighs and then goes quiet, her body giving a little involuntary jerk to let me know she’s fallen asleep.

Part of me wants to jerk off. My cock is beyond needy.

But instead, I wrap my other arm around her and close my eyes.

I’ve had sex, but I’ve never slept with a woman. Right before I drift off, I wonder what other firsts are coming my way.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Chloe

I’min the deepest sleep of my life, when a strange noise pulls at the edges. By slow degrees, I wake, my body remaining warm and relaxed.

That’s when the sounds finally register. “No. Stop.”

What in the world?

A hand flexes on my back, a palm spreading out over my bare skin. Killian. The T-shirt has ridden up and he’s taken full advantage, his palm against the bare skin of my back. I don’t object. In fact, it feels really nice, the roughness of his palm moving against my spine.

“Doug. Wait. I said?—”

I lift my head, my brow knitted in confusion as Killian’s dark eyes meet mine. “What’s happening?”

“I think one of your roommates is having trouble with her date.”

Planting a hand on Killian’s chest, I push up, swiveling my head around to look for a weapon. It’s probably Sarah. She’s got awful taste in men and more than once, we’ve had to beat off some guy she’s brought back to our place. I swear, she hooks up on the couch instead of her room for just that reason.

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