Page 89 of King of Depravity

Her brow furrows. “Sir?”

“Call me.” I’m not even sure what I’m offering. A date. A fuck. I just know I’d like to stare into those eyes again soon.

Her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink as she dips her chin. “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t…Mr. Kincaid has strict policies.”

Is she denying me? Mason steps back into the room. “Triston? What’s taking you so long?” Then his gaze slashes to the blushing woman.

One of his brows lift. “Honeyeh, is my business partner giving you trouble?”

Honeyeh. It sounds likeHoney-ahand makes me think of licking her. I bet she’s delicious. “Honeyeh. What an interesting name.”

She slips my card into her pants pocket. “It’s Persian. My mother…” Her hand flutters delicately. Is she a dancer? “My apologies for dallying, Mr. Kincaid. I will make certain the tables are set very quickly.”

“It isn’t your fault, Honeyeh, I can see Tris was distracting you.” The accusation shining in Mason’s eyes is enough to make me pause. This woman means something to him.

I’ve got big plans. I’m helping Mason to complete a hostile takeover of one of the Russian Bratva casinos that he allowed access to his tunnel. But from there… I can connect two more of my own. It will take us from multi-millionaires to billionaires and secure my family’s legacy. But I’ll need Mason’s help.

“Actually, I wanted to offer her a job.”

This time, both of Mason’s brows lift in question. “She is wonderful. Which is why I can’t allow you steal her.” But I see the pleased gleam in his eye. I’d be helping him by hiring Honeyeh. In terms of favors, it doesn’t get much easier. “But if you must, I will allow it, for Honeyeh’s sake.”

“Fair enough,” I say, looking back at Honeyeh. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted in surprise.

My gaze slides down her body again as I consider what position I might hire her for. Maybe a maid…

I can put her in one of those French maid uniforms.

Then again, this is a favor to Mason so I’m going to have to keep my hands to myself. I’m a man of iron control.

But as I look back at Honeyeh, I have to wonder just how much that belief is going to be tested…

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BONUS EPILOGUE

Chloe

One year later…

I smooth down my hunter green A-line, knee-length dress. “You’re sure this is the right dress?”

Killian comes up behind me, looking me up and down in the mirror. “Well. I want to take it off you, bend you over the vanity, and fuck you senseless. So yeah, I think it’s good.”

Even after a year of marriage, he still makes me blush. I flick my loose waves over my shoulder, the nerves making my belly flutter. I could use a bit of calming. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no as long as we’re quick. We’ve got to leave in the next fifteen minutes or we won’t make it to the gallery on time.”

His eyes darken as a sinister smile curls his lips. Then, he’s pulling the zipper down and sliding the dress off my body even as he says, “I’ll be quick, baby, but artists get to be fashionably late. It’s a rule.”

The dress clears my three-inch heels, Killian carefully removing it as I step out so it doesn’t land in a crumpled ball on the floor. Instead, Killian lays it neatly across the bed. That’s what a year of marriage will do. We’re calming down.

“Underwear,” he barks, and I nearly laugh. Calming down a little. I quickly shuck the thong off, catching it on the second stiletto.

I go to take the shoe off, but I hear his rumble of dissent. “Don’t you dare.”

“Killian,” I gasp. “You are so bossy?—”

But I don’t get out more as he places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down so that I’m bent over the vanity’s chair.

I look over my shoulder in time to see him squat down, before he licks between my legs.

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