Page 39 of Killian De Luca

“Killian, please-” I beg, feeling myself coming closer to the edge but Killian cuts me off.

“Tell me Reign. What do you think about?”

Why did I wear thin shorts here?

I can feel the hard ridges of the gun against me, playing with me.

“I used to think about a shadow. Usually, it would be my Star and his dirty words because he would sometimes flirt over text,” I explain, remembering the times Star and I would playfully flirt, and he’d say dirty words to make me wet. “But lately it’s been you. You in the shower with me, playing with my nipples.”

Killian kisses down my neck and he licks my nipple through the thin tank top. I flush all over and moan. “These nipples?”

“Yes,” I moan, rocking against the deadly weapon on his lap. “I would imagine you playing with my pussy or you thrusting inside me roughly.”

“You like it rough baby? I could break you,” Killian says while lightly biting on my nipples.

I arch into him and feel myself getting closer while rocking against the gun.

Oh my god, this is a fucking gun.

What is wrong with me?

“Killian-”

“I could break you.” He tugs me closer, his lips now a centimeter away from mine.

“Then break me,” I whisper, running my hands down his bare chest.

His abs tense under my touch. He leans back down and bites onto my nipple hard. I moan and thrust against the gun but suddenly it’s gone, and he points it at the wall.

“Break for me,” he says before shooting the gun.

He tugs my nipple making me scream as a shot rings through the air.

Twenty

Killian

Last nightwith Reign seemed too good to be real. Everything about her is perfect and God when the time comes, it’s going to be hard to just simply leave her.

I want to take her with me, stick her by my side and stitch us together.

Her coming apart on top of me has definitely been added to the list of the top three things I loved watching. And I know for a fact that I want to see that all over again but this time on my dick.

After she came on top of me and flinched from the sound of the gun, she scrambled off my lap and mumbled something before leaving through the front door.

During breakfast this morning she wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

Just to fuck with her a little bit I placed my hand on her thigh, and she kept trying to take it off. It’s funny seeing her squirm under my touch. I like how much I affect her.

After breakfast Malcom asked to talk to me and I have a feeling it’s because of the gun shot last night.

After I shot the gun, the guards came to the guest house and asked what the shot was about, but I told them it wasn’t frominside the house. I do have my gun and the gun that Reign left in the house. Both of them are hidden in a secret compartment because I have no clue if Malcom is having his men search the guest house when I’m not around.

I knock on Malcolm's door, and he says, “Come in.”

I push open the door, my eyes going to Malcom who is sitting at his desk.

Right now, would literally be the perfect time to kill him.

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