King of Depravity: BONUS EPILOGUE

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.

Hot desire courses through me, as his tongue hits me all the places I need it most. I’m soaked in a second, making little mewls of encouragement as he swirls his tongue around my clit.

But true to his word, he doesn’t stay long. He’s up, shucking down his pants and pulling up his collared shirt before he sinks inside me.

I’ve gotten used to his size, but from behind like this, it’s so deep that I gasp, tensing a bit.

He stops, holding my hip as he catches my gaze in the mirror. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“Fine, my love, just adjusting,” I pant out, He feels so good, and I really am glad to just be in this moment with him, instead of all up in my head with nerves.

“Take your time. Once you’re ready, I’ll make you cum in two minutes and I won’t even mess up that beautiful hair.

I give him a faint smile. “Ready.”

With his hand planted on my back to keep my upper half from bouncing, he starts with slow smooth strokes, but quickly ratchets up the pace until we’re both panting from the exertion and the building orgasm.

It’s exactly what I needed to make me forget how nervous I am and just focus on what’s really important. I love my husband with all my heart and no matter how hard I fall down, he will always catch me.

It’s that thought that sends me over the edge, my cry filling the bedroom as I break apart, cumming hard.

With a roar, he follows, his hot cum filling me as he continues pumping in and out of me. I’m going to leak his juices the entire gallery opening, but honestly, I like it. Even if he’s across the room, it will be my reminder that I’m Killian’s and he’s mine.

No matter how terrible this is, he’ll be there for me.

I lift my head and look in the mirror. “Shoot.” My hair is fine, but my eye makeup is all kinds of messed up.

He chuckles. “I think you look perfect.”

“Killian,” I swat at his hand, still planted in the middle of my back. “I’ve got to fix this!”

He eases back to let me up, but the moment I stand, he’s pulling me in his arms and kissing my lips. “You’ll look gorgeous no matter what and your paintings are incredible.”

I huff out a breath. “I’m glad you think so, because if no one buys them…” I don’t finish, the very idea making me sick to my stomach.

“I’ll buy them all, baby. Don’t you worry.”

“I meant you might have to take me home crying, not that you’d have to buy them!”

“I like them anyway. I’m not sure I want someone else hanging them in his house,” he grumps, even as he leads me into the bathroom.

But I nip at my lip even as he uses a cloth to wipe me down. “Maybe this was a bad idea…”

“It’s a great idea.” He stands up straight and then kisses me again. “I’m so proud of you for taking this chance, I know how difficult it was.” Then he’s bending down to pull my thong, still caught on my stiletto, back up my legs. “I only meant there is a real silver lining to you not having buyers.”

Maybe. I’ll be crushed. But then…I’ll find a job working for a gallery instead of trying to show my work. And I know one thing for certain, I’ll be great at holding an artist’s hands through this process.

I start applying more eyeliner, giving my eyes a smokey look to hide the smears. It looks good and the orgasm really did take the edge off my nerves.

Killian comes back with my dress, even as I’m reapplying gloss to my lips. Stepping into the dress, he zips me up.

“Ready?”

I nod, letting out a long breath. I’m ready. I slip my hand into his, starting toward the bedroom door. But then I stop. “I almost forgot…”

“What?”

“You can’t beat anyone up for any reason. Not even if they disparage my work…”

Killian gives me a fierce glare. “I can’t promise that.”

“Killian.” I smack the back of his hand. “You can’t start a brawl in an art gallery.”

“Your show would make the papers.”

My mouth parts, my eyes huge for a moment before I laugh. He’s not wrong… “Let’s not test that statement. No fighting.”

He rolls his shoulders. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.”

He pulls me close. “I love you and I’m proud of you.”

“I love you, too.” I draw in the rich scent of his cologne, the portrait I did of him hanging next to the door.

Bullet holes still litter one side of the piece. Killian claims they’re fitting. It makes the canvas a little tattered, just like him.

But for me, Killian is still my world. My universe. And as long as he’s in it, no matter what happens, I will always be filled with his beautiful starlight.

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