I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 10

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 10**

**KAT**

As I stepped into my new apartment, I was struck by its expansive size, yet it felt eerily empty. The walls echoed with silence, and the only possessions I had managed to gather were a bed and a few articles of clothing. The absence of a couch, a dining table, or even extra bedding made the space feel more like a cavern than a home. The remnants of my old life had seemed unworthy of keeping, but now I found myself stretching my meager bonus to cover the rent, leaving little room for thoughts of furniture or decor.

I glanced over at him, standing in the middle of the lounge, his expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief. He surveyed the floor-to-ceiling windows that had been the selling point for me, allowing the soft light to pour in and illuminate the stark emptiness of the room. When he turned to me, his brow arched in skepticism.

“It’s better than being homeless,” I replied, attempting to brush off the discomfort that settled in my chest.

But was he truly homeless?

Had I been too harsh in urging him to seek employment elsewhere?

Just a couple of nights ago, he had whisked me away to an upscale hotel. Perhaps that was merely a façade, a necessity of his profession. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder how much he could realistically earn in that line of work full-time.

Actually, scratch that thought. With his striking looks, he was probably making a fortune. I felt a chill run through me at the realization. I was nothing extraordinary. The warmth he had ignited within me began to fade, replaced by a sharp edge of insecurity. But I quickly dismissed those ridiculous notions. I had no desire to be special to him. It didn’t matter how many other women he had entertained.

“You want me to believe you actually live here?” he challenged, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Just moved in. I haven’t had the chance to go shopping yet,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

His brows lifted, clearly unconvinced. But in that moment, his doubts didn’t concern me.

What truly mattered was the realization that I had invited a stranger—an escort—into my home, all because of a fleeting moment of desire.

What was I thinking?

So what if my mind was preoccupied with memories of our encounter in that hotel room? The image of his face hovering above me as I unraveled beneath him was seared into my mind. This was my first experience with another person, and I had allowed that singular moment to influence such a critical decision. I should have exercised more caution. I shouldn’t have acquiesced so easily.

Who knew how many times he had done this before? For all I knew, this could be a ruse to secure a roof over his head, and desperate women like me were just easy targets.

“The kitchen’s over there,” I said, gesturing toward the room on the opposite side of the lounge. “But I haven’t had the chance to buy groceries yet.”

“That’s okay,” he said, closing the distance between us. “I can eat you tonight.”

My knees nearly buckled at his audacity. Damn, he was smooth. I clutched my bag tightly to my side, avoiding his intense gaze.

“It’s been a long day. I need to shower,” I said, desperate to escape the heat radiating between us.

“And that’s it?” he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

What was he expecting? A grand welcome after dropping this bombshell on me just an hour ago?

I hesitated, my foot hovering mid-step, but I didn’t dare turn back to him. I was a novice in matters like these, and since he knew he was my first, I hoped he wouldn’t make this any more awkward than it already was.

“You can grab your things now if you want. We can discuss house rules later,” I suggested, trying to sound authoritative.

Yes, rules. We definitely needed those before I let my body lead me into reckless decisions.

“We haven’t even exchanged names. Or do you want me to keep calling you Kitty?” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I cursed myself for not having asked for more than just his name before agreeing to this arrangement. I should have conducted a thorough background check and perhaps even confided in a few colleagues about him, just in case. The city was teeming with unsavory characters. How could I have made such a rookie mistake?

But instead of demanding he leave, I found myself whispering, “Yes.”

I watched as his shadow moved, heard the rustling of fabric as he began to remove his clothes. Slowly, he slid the door open, and the sight of his naked body took my breath away all over again. I had seen him bare just days before, but this time felt different. This time, he exuded an aura of control that made my heart race.

Goddess, I hoped I wasn’t one of those girls who got attached just because we had shared a moment of intimacy. This man could destroy me. Hunter stepped into the shower, his imposing frame making the space feel even more confined. Water trickled down his abs, past his hips, and I couldn’t resist the urge to let out a soft moan.

Hunter closed the distance between us until our bodies were pressed together, my back against the cool tiled wall.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “So please excuse my momentary hesitation.”

And then, he kissed me.

His mouth crashed against mine, and in one fluid motion, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all, pressing me against him. My body molded to his, the heat radiating from him seeping into my skin as he aligned himself with me. A storm of hunger surged within me, overwhelming and intoxicating.

Before I could catch my breath, he thrust into me. My head fell back against the wall, a drawn-out moan escaping my lips as pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave. He was thick, hard, and I could feel every ridge of him pressing against me.

Was it always like this? Or was the intensity heightened simply because it was new?

Every moment felt like a fever dream. Hunter moved with a desperate hunger, each thrust pulling me higher into a realm of ecstasy. His fingers dug into my thigh and hip, anchoring me in place as he quickened his pace, urgency flooding his movements. I had no choice but to surrender to the rhythm he set.

My head spun, and my back arched as I welcomed the deeper intrusion, Hunter’s mouth trailing along my neck, igniting sparks of pleasure.

What was happening…

There. That spot.