Page 84 of King of Depravity

“Something like that. And also losing the guys tailing me.” But he gives me an easy smile.

“Tailing you?” I feel the prick of worry, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing to worry about. Everything is as it should be.” Then he starts carrying me inside.

“Where are we going?”

“I need to fuck my woman,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’s been too long.”

I giggle despite myself. “It’s been like thirty-six hours.”

“Exactly.” He steps back inside and then yells down the hall, “We’ll need dinner in an hour,” before he starts carrying me up the stairs.

I’m not going to argue. I’m hungry for food and starving for him too. “You’re sure everything is good in Vegas?”

“Everything is good. The Russians are a longer-term problem, but we’re making good progress. And in terms of your safety, all is well.”

I don’t ask the details. I know it’s better if I don’t know.

He enters the bedroom, clearly familiar with the house and lays me on the bed, shucking off my clothes between kisses.

I’m naked before he’s pulling off his own shirt, yanking down his pants and leaving them at his knees as he sinks inside me.

We both groan in satisfaction, he feels so good.

Still inside me, he pushes up, staring down at me with dark eyes. “There is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Now?”

“Now.” And then reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a box. He’s buried deep inside me, filling me, as he cracks open the box. “Chloe, will you marry me?”

I gasp as the large diamond, encrusted with emeralds, winks down at me from where it’s nestled into the velvet folds of the box. “You…you’re proposing?”

“I am,” he says as he drops the ring on the bed, and then presses his body back on top of mine, wrapping me in his arms. “Because wherever you are is where I’m home.”

Emotion clogs my throat as I nod. “I feel the same.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

His mouth devours mine as he pulls out and pushes back inside me, making me forget all about danger, and France, and marriage. All I can feel is Killian and he is so beautiful.

He ratchets up the pace until I’m begging him to make me cum. With a deep thrust, I break apart, crying his name. He cums with me, his groan filling my ears as I hold him tight. My body slowly floats back to reality. I look to my right, the ring winking at me from where it’s still nestled in its box.

He sees it too, and reaching for it, he pulls it from the velvet folds and slips it onto my finger.

Then he laces his fingers through mine, locking our hands together as he kisses my lips. The sight of our hands locked together like that steals my breath.

He kisses me again, before nuzzling into my neck. “So how do you like your new house?”

I scrunch my brow, trying to look at him. “My house?”

“I doubt I’m going to be easy to be married to, but there are a few perks to being Lady Killian.”

“Lady?”

“By the way, my mother would like to meet the woman who has, in her words,given her her son back.”

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