Page 21 of King of Depravity

Doug finishes cleaning up his puddle of pee and then Killian grabs him by the neck again, hauling him toward the door.

He opens it, and sends Doug sailing out, down the steep set of stairs. He doesn’t even watch to see how Doug lands, closing the door, and locking it behind him.

“A fuck toy? Seriously?” My arms are crossed and my brows up as Killian stalks toward me looking no less predatorial. But right this moment, I’m not scared. In fact, my nipples are two hard pebbles in his T-shirt.

He’s so commanding, so strong. The problems I struggle to solve, he swipes away like they’re just annoying flies.

He barely stops in front of me, wrapping an arm under my ass and lifting me up. “Speaking of fuck toys,” he rumbles, and Sarah giggles.

“Go to bed, Sarah,” Killian tosses over his shoulder. “Bring a guy like that back here again, and we’re going to have a real problem.”

That’s when I see my other two roommates peeking their heads out of their rooms. Kennedy gives me a little wave, her eyes dragging down Killian’s massive body.

She’s not wrong. He’s super impressive with his powerful thighs and his ridiculously broad shoulders.

The ink on his chest is a work of art and sometime, I’d actually like to study it. My hands are on his shoulders, but as he closes my bedroom door behind us, I slide my fingers up his neck and into his hair.

It might be the softest thing about him, and I grab hold of it with both hands, my cheek resting against his forehead. “Thank you.”

He grunts in response. “This is an exchange, remember?”

“You’re going to ask for that blowjob, aren’t you?”

“Will you cry if you suck my cock?” he asks in return, stopping in the middle of the room.

I lift up my face to look in his eyes. “No. Just don’t make me go down on my knees, okay?”

“Tell me why that bothers you.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. Just take your payment.”

“I want you to tell me first. Who was he and what did he do?” Killian’s words hit too close, and I grimace as I look away.

“Only if you tell me why you are the way you are.”

“I was just born this way.” But I feel him stiffen, I know that he’s not being honest. I turn to look at him again, nipping at my lip. We could keep hiding from each other or we could get to the part I’ve been telling myself I don’t want even though I know that I do.

“Killian?”

“Yeah?”

“I know that this is a tit-for-tat thing, you help me, I help you, and now I owe you for the Doug thing. But is there any chance that you’d touch me again?” I feel the heat in my cheeks, my embarrassment on display, but I ask anyway, because it’s dark and because the feel of his cock against my clit was so good…

He makes this rumble deep in his chest that reverberates through me too and then he lays me down on the bed.

Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, with a quick jerk, he rips it wide open. “Killian!” Equal parts excitement and fear ripple through me.

“It’s my shirt,” he grins. “I’ll rip it if I want.”

I let out a nervous giggle even as he hooks my thong with both hands and gently slides the underwear down my thighs, over my knees, past my ankles and off my feet.

“Even your toes are sexy,” he rumbles, and he grabs one of my feet, bringing it to his mouth where he plants a kiss on the arch.

I gasp, because it tickles but then he sucks my big toe between his lips before he slides his tongue in the valley between two of them.

I push up on my elbows, my hair tumbling down my back as I look at my foot in his massive hand.

He’s right. I do look small compared to him.

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