Page 55 of Killian De Luca

She’s too perfect to not obsess over or praise.

She deserves to be put on a pedestal and fawned over.

I mean seeing her in that dress with her dark hair and those goddamn innocent eyes made me want to ruin her and fuck her all up so that no one could have her other than me.

And I’m going to.

Do I care?

Apparently not.

I don’t care about the problems that getting involved with her will bring me.

Maybe I just need to fuck her out of my system, is what my mind is thinking. This crush, this obsession that I’ve had since I was kid has been building and maybe I just need to act on it.

No, I need to kill Malcom.

Kill Malcom.

Kill Malcom.

Kill fucking Malcom.

Such an easy job that I should have done weeks ago like my dad said but no, Reign is his daughter and of course she has to make things difficult for me.

So untouchable and so forbidden it makes me want her more.

You want what you can’t have.

After kissing her and making her come on my fingers, she fixed herself up while I watched her and smirked because seeing her all messed the fuck up just by my fingers is amusing to me.

It made me start thinking how she’ll look after getting destroyed by my dick. The dark and depraved thoughts make my dick ache, but I continue sipping on the brandy they’re serving.

There are a lot of people downstairs for Reign’s birthday, most of the family and some friends that are close to the family. I recognize some of the men here just because of the countless galas I’ve attended.

That fucker Jamie is here, walking around in a dark navy suit, talking to different people with a golden smile on his face.

And then Kyra, who keeps eyeing me ever since I got downstairs.

She doesn’t know shit.

Everyone stops talking and I look at the top of the stairs where everyone else is looking.

Reign looks like she did before, except she’s probably glowing from the sweat and her cheeks are still a little red.

But hair and makeup are in place, and you wouldn’t know what happened to her unless you were in the room.

Reign walks down with a small smile. Her eyes go to me, and I smirk which makes the blush on her face return.

I almost want to take a picture and put it as my lock screen.

The party is being held in one of the many rooms that Malcolm has. You could consider it a ballroom but it’s not as big as ones you see in the movies.

I watch as Jamie wraps his arms around Reign, making sure it stays friendly.

They talk for a little before Reign gets pulled into another conversation with someone else. I keep my eyes on her as she makes her rounds. My eyes also catch Kyra as she watches me watch her granddaughter but like I mentioned, I don’t give a fuck.

Kyra won’t do shit.

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