Page 47 of Killian De Luca

The elevator bell rings and we get out and enter the hotel room.

Killian starts taking off his gear while walking towards the room.

I keep my eyes on him, waiting for his move. I know he probably wants to yell and lecture me like a child.

But I also know that he is out of sorts and unpredictable right now.

He probably wants to take a shower and not talk until he’s ready.

That’s fine.

We can talk things out when he’s done.

Everything will be fine.

Killian soon opens the bedroom door and walks out in brand new clothes and hair a little damp. He’s wearing a white dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned and then black trousers.

“Where are you going?” I asked, standing up from the couch.

“I need a fucking drink and probably a smoke after that shit show today.” Killian says while fixing his cuffs.

“Killian, I’m sorry-”

“Reign, when I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. You don’t make excuses or get the fucking bag off the floor, you do as I ask.” Killian says while slowly walking closer to me until both of our toes are touching one another.

“I didn’t think-”

“That’s right. You didn’t fucking think because if you did then you would have known that you could have died! You think I want to see your body lifeless on the floor?” Killian yells, getting slowly in my face but I don’t move away from him. He’s right. I shouldn’t have compromised myself and I should have listenedto him. “You could have fucked died, Reign. Then what? What would I say to your dad? Your mom? Kyra?”

“I just knew we needed the bag Killian. Coming to France would have been pointless if I didn’t pick it up.” I try to reason but Killian doesn’t care.

His jaw is still clenched tightly and his face is getting closer to mine as he gets more frustrated.

“That doesn’t matter, if you’re fucking dead. Don’t you get what I’m trying to tell you?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get mad or to cause an issue. I just wanted to help.”

“Next time, do as I say. Understood?”

I roll my eyes and Killian’s jaw hardens and the look he gives me turns into something more furious but also dark.

“You aren’t the boss of me. You didn’t have to come on this mission and-”

Killian grabs me by the throat and pulls me towards him.

My heart starts racing and I swear the spot between my legs pulses as I remember that night with his gun.

“Say that again.” He demands.

I open my mouth, but before I can get a word out I feel Killian’s rough and demanding lips on mine.

I gasp into the kiss and just melt in his arms as he holds me against him while kissing me roughly. I press my hands on his chest and he laps lips with mine before thrusting his tongue in roughly.

Everything about him is so demanding and rough. He just takes and takes without any remorse, only thinking about himself.

Killian’s other hand trails onto my waist and pushes my body closer to his.

His body heat against me, making me feel all hot. I want to be closer to him.

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