Page 24 of King of Depravity

“Right. Three husbands. Second one threatened your life, third one was supposed to be the protector.”

Her face is drawn in tight painful lines. “I was like fourteen and I was so angry at my mom. I’m sure I sucked. But…” She looks at the painting again.

“Tell me.”

“He was such a hard ass. Like sadistic. It started with his belt. But when a teacher noticed marks on my legs…”

I can feel my anger rising as I picture an even smaller version of little Chloe being beaten with a belt. My hands clench into tight balls.

“He changed tactics and after that, he stopped leaving marks. Instead, he’d make me kneel for hours until I begged him to let me up and apologized for whatever shit I’d done, or what he said I’d done. The more resistant I got to apologizing, though, the worse it got. He’d take my bed, starve me.” I hear the sob, her body shaking with the sound. I pull her down on my chest and she burrows into me.

“Finally, when I was sixteen, I’d had enough. I refused to apologize, refused to beg. It went on for hours.… It was stupid to think I’d break him.” A small broken cry falls from her lips. “That’s when he got a bucket of water and put it in front of me where I kneeled.”

I know what she’s going to say and my chest grows so tight I can barely breathe. “Tell me that motherfucker did not—” I’m holding her so tightly, her body crushed to mine, and I try to unlock my muscles so that I don’t hurt her.

But she’s not listening, not even paying attention to my grip, as the words just keep coming, falling from her lips. “He held my hair tight in his fist and he pushed my head into the water, and I couldn’t breathe.” She starts hyperventilating then, her fingers digging into the muscles of my chest.

“Hey,” I whisper. “You’re with a monster, remember? No one is going to hurt you here.” I, however, am going to kill that motherfucker. Slowly. And with great pleasure.

She lifts her head then, her eyes full of tears. “You’d protect me?”

“You’re fucking right I would.” The words are out before I really think about them, but they settle over me like a warm blanket. I mean them.

The words affect her too. Because she pushes off my chest and kneels next to me, bringing all her hair over one shoulder.

Then she bends over until she can kiss the head of my cock again.

“Hey,” I say, with a shake of my head. “I know what I said earlier, but we don’t have to do this now. You can return the favor another time.” Because there is going to be another time. And a time after that.

I’ve already decided that this is too good to just be a random hookup.

“I want to,” is all she replies before she opens her lips and takes an amazing amount of me into her mouth.

It feels so good, my hand comes to her neck again. “I mean it, Chloe. We can finish this tomorrow.”

But she’s already taking more of me into her mouth. She gags but doesn’t let up. Finally, I pull her up, but she only plunges back down, one of her hands spread on my stomach, the other on my thigh.

She looks so perfect, feels so good, I erupt as I let out a guttural cry, my hips lifting off the bed as the cum erupts from my cock, filling her mouth.

She drinks me down, her fingers flexing on my skin, and when I’m done cumming, she brings her forehead to my lower belly. “You were right.”

“What was I right about?”

“It does feel better to have told you.”

Those words break something in my chest and I’m hauling her up my body, curling myself around her. “You want to tell me his name?”

“Why?” she lets me spoon her, pushing her bare ass right against my cock, and the damn thing stirs again. Apparently, he’s ready to go for round two. I ignore the need, wrapping my arms tight around her.

“Because I’m going to turn him into a meat puppet.”

She goes rigid in my arms and then looks back at me, her mouth open. “You want to make my stepfather a meat puppet? What does that even…never mind…” But she kisses me then. It’s not the hard kiss I gave her. Its soft and sweet, made even better because I can smell my cum on her breath.

No woman has ever kissed me like that. They’ve kissed me like they want me. But they’ve never kissed me like I’m something that should be cherished.

I cup her cheek kissing her back. Then I settle her back into the curve of my body. “Get some sleep.”

“Okay,” she yawns. “My alarm is set for six.”

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