Deep - Skye Warren


by Skye Warren

GENRE: Contemporary Romance


Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life.

Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if
they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a
criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can't fall for him.

Not again.


“Come on then. One free punch. I won’t stop you.”

Without meaning to, I moved my body to face him—as if I was really going to do it. As if I was
really going to punch him. I wasn’t going to, though…was I? I wasn’t even sure. This felt so
topsy-turvy, as if I was in a room full of fun-house mirrors again—or I had never left. I looked like
myself but different too. Both scary and afraid.

“I’ll do it,” I threatened, holding up my fist. But I was mostly stalling for time. I didn’t think I could
hit him. I wasn’t sure it would even hurt him if I did.

“Go ahead.” He glanced out the window beside me. “We’re almost there. The offer expires in

The truth was he deserved worse than a punch for ruining my life. It wasn’t the classes I would
miss most or the date with Sloan. It was the chance at a normal life. A chance to have a family.
There were strands I’d been braiding my whole life, and he had come along to cut them.

Of course I wasn’t sure I could actually punch him, even if he deserved it. Not without him
physically threatening me. Back then, when those men had come for me, I’d fought them. I’d
even hit Shelly, pumped up on adrenaline and terror.

If someone was attacking me, I would have fought back. But hitting someone who was just
sitting there? Hitting Philip? I couldn’t, no matter how much he deserved it.

“Hit me first,” I told him.

That startled a laugh out of him. “What?”

“Come at me. You start to hit me, then I’ll do it.”

“I’m not going to hit you, kitten.”

“Well, I can’t hit you any other way.”

He sighed. “You know this is ridiculous, right?”

“How is it ridiculous?” To my underwater brain, this made the most sense of anything. “You
know you deserve it. And if I were more…you know, bloodthirsty…I would have already done it.
This is just…just enabling me.”

One second he was sitting there regarding me with bemusement. The next he launched himself
across the seat, his large body moving with surprising grace. I hadn’t taken into account how
fast he could move. Of course he’d been strong. He could have overpowered me in a second.
But he also moved like a goddamn panther, wrapping his hands around my wrists before I could
blink. I didn’t even have time to pull my arm back, much less punch.

Instead he had my hands pressed against the side of the car, his body looming over mine, his
hips between mine. His face was only inches away from me, gaze trained on my mouth.

“Like this?” he asked softly.

“Not fair.” My voice was breathless. A spark of heat between my legs reminded me that while
my brain might have been mad at him and my heart might have felt conflicted, my body was one
hundred percent on his team.

“Oh, I think it was completely fair. You wanted me to come at you. And that’s what I did. So hit

I yanked my wrists, but he held strong. His eyes flared with arousal at watching me struggle. Oh
God. I couldn’t deny I felt it too, the clench of delicious surrender. He was holding me down, and
I loved it.

“Let go of me.”

“No, kitten. I’m just doing what you asked.” His lips brushed a millimeter from mine. “Enabling
you.” The warmth of his breath was the only warning before he kissed me, fever-hot lips
pressed against mine, his arms like iron bars around me. I melted into the seat, into the
car—and against his body in the places we touched. My hips rocked against his, and he
groaned into my mouth.

He lifted his head but left his body around me, an erotic cage. I blinked slowly, disoriented.
Only then did I realize the car had stopped moving.

“One,” he said softly, his eyes almost sympathetic. “Time’s up.”


Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust
and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in
Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes
her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.





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