King of Depravity: Chapter 7

I’m in the deepest sleep of my life, when a strange noise pulls at the edges. By slow degrees, I wake, my body remaining warm and relaxed.

That’s when the sounds finally register. “No. Stop.”

What in the world?

A hand flexes on my back, a palm spreading out over my bare skin. Killian. The T-shirt has ridden up and he’s taken full advantage, his palm against the bare skin of my back. I don’t object. In fact, it feels really nice, the roughness of his palm moving against my spine.

“Doug. Wait. I said⁠—”

I lift my head, my brow knitted in confusion as Killian’s dark eyes meet mine. “What’s happening?”

“I think one of your roommates is having trouble with her date.”

Planting a hand on Killian’s chest, I push up, swiveling my head around to look for a weapon. It’s probably Sarah. She’s got awful taste in men and more than once, we’ve had to beat off some guy she’s brought back to our place. I swear, she hooks up on the couch instead of her room for just that reason.

Spotting my baseball bat I keep in the corner, I go to push my legs off the bed, but Killian’s hand tightens on my hip holding me in place next to him. “You’re not going out there.” He glares at me, like there is no room for argument as he holds me against him.

“I’m not sitting here, listening to my roommate get raped,” I fire back, glaring right back at him.

He cocks his head. “Is this another problem you need me to take care of?”

My mouth drops open because the asshole has trapped me again. This time, he’s actually asking me if I want his services.

Instead of answering, I try to get off the bed again, but he flips me so that I land on top of him.

My knees naturally fall to either side of him, and the head of his cock pushes right against my clit.

It’s like an explosion of sensation that rockets through me, and I arch my back, my neck craning so that my jugular is exposed to him, as I roll my hips to feel more of his cock against me.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he growls, and turns us both over so my back lands on the mattress, his body above mine. Then he kisses me.

There is no tongue, it’s just a firm press of his mouth to mine, but it feels amazing. I grab his neck, my fingers digging into his hair as I kiss him back.

He lifts up a moment later, giving me a long stare before he pushes off the bed. And then, in nothing but the black boxers he’s wearing, his cock barely contained and raging hard, he strides out of the room.

“Killian,” I hiss, jumping up after him, just as Sarah makes a loud cry of protest.

Killian’s shirt falls around my thighs as I scurry to catch up to his long strides.

But by the time I make it to the living room, he’s already got the guy by the scruff of the neck, pulling him one-handed off Sarah and into the air.

“Hey Dougy,” he rumbles. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“What the fuck man?” Doug replies as Sarah scrambles off the couch and makes a dash to hide behind me. “Why don’t you mind your business?”

One-armed, he gives the guy a shake, hard enough to rattle Doug’s teeth. When he stops, he brings his face right into Doug’s face. “You upset my girl. Which means, you upset me. So understand that makes you my business, mate.” And then he gives Doug another good shake.

“Jesus,” Doug cries. “I get it, man. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.”

“Before you go, I want you to know that if I ever see you here again, I’ll hogtie you, stuff your mouth with a rag that I duct tape in place, and sell you to the vagrants down the street to use as their personal fuck toy. I’m not sure if it’s the pain or the stench that will make you vomit but with the gag, know you’ll die choking on your own⁠—”

“Killian,” I cry, “you can’t talk like that. It’s terrible—” But I stop when the smell of urine hits my nose. “Did he just…”

“Fuck,” Killian drags the guy off the worn carpet and onto the even worse linoleum in the kitchen just as the piss reaches the bottom of his leg and starts to pool on the floor. Then he gives Doug another shake. “You’re cleaning that up, Dougy. How are you not house broken?”

“Killian,” I try again. “I’ll clean it up, just get him out of here.”

“No way, luv. You’re not touching this fucker’s piss. He made the mess, acting like the dog he is, he’ll either clean it up or I’ll rub his nose in it.”

I’m honestly not sure if I should be impressed or appalled.

“I’ll clean it,” Doug cries. “I’ll clean it, I swear. Don’t, don’t shake me again.”

“Sarah,” Killian says in this sing-song voice that makes Sarah jump and then snap to attention behind me.

“He knows my name,” Sarah sighs and I look back to see her making gooey eyes at Killian.

A surge of irritation courses down my spine. He was in my room. I’m wearing his shirt…

“Get the cleaning supplies,” Killian commands. Sarah dashes over to the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a spray bottle and some paper towels.

Killian finally lets Doug go, the guy not able to get his feet under him so he drops to his knees on the floor. But he barely cries out as he starts scrubbing like his life depends on it. It probably does.

I look at Killian’s hands and I know he’s killed people. But I also think about his comment about having a monster of my very own. Is it crazy that there is some logic there?

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.

He loosens his grip on my foot, sliding his hand along the muscle of my calf and then hooking my knee to bend and open my leg.

My breath is coming out in in shorter and shorter bursts, my blood rushing in my ears.

He reaches for my other knee, bending that one too, opening me fully so that I’m spread out before him.

He stares at my most intimate parts, and I fight the urge to blush or to hide.

Reaching out, he brushes his knuckles over my mound. “This belongs to me,” he rumbles. “No one else.”

“I already told you,” I answer, looking away then. “I don’t date. I’ve never done any of this before.”

“Good,” he grunts as he lowers himself on the bed to settle his face between my thighs. Then he nips lightly at my thigh.

My body jumps, partially out of surprise, but also anticipation as he nibbles closer to where I ache. The closer he moves, the sharper the ache becomes. I’m getting so wet, I can smell my own excitement.

Finally, he takes a long lick, sliding his tongue along the entire length of my seam.

My head falls back as a needy, keening moan escapes my lips.

His answer is to swirl his tongue right on my clit. “Oh God, that feels so good.” A flood of heat and wetness is surely puddling on my bed as Killian takes a long swirling lick at my clit.

“Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he rumbles into my skin. “I could eat you all night.”

My answer is to moan louder while I bury my fingers in his hair, encouraging him to get even closer.

My knees have fallen further apart, my body completely open to him as I whimper out my need.

And then I say the word I hate, only right in this moment I don’t hate it at all. “Please, Killian. Please make me cum.”