Page 61 of Killian De Luca

I can’t believeI actually agreed to this.

Showing Reign how I cook my dad’s Tagliatelle alla Bolognese, wasn’t on my to-do list today.

But Reign asked me what my favorite Italian dish was, and I told her it was Tagliatelle alla Bolognese and then she asked to show it while looking up at me with those big blue eyes of her.

I couldn’t say no.

This girl could ask me to go on my knees and I’d do it, no questions asked.

She has no clue what kind of power she has over me and neither do I apparently because I never deny her power and how she makes me do things I’d never thought of doing before.

She’s making me question a lot of things about myself.

“Why is this one your favorite?” Reign asks, looking up at me as I cut the pasta.

They obviously don’t have any sort of pasta cutter in their house so we’re improvising.

“Because it’s the one that tastes the best. I also used to make it with my dad and mom whenever they were in the cooking mood.”

“Who are you closer with?”

“My mom. Everyone usually assumes that I’m closer with my dad, but we never get along. Mostly because we are too much alike.”

Reign is making the sauce right now while the beef is cooking in a separate pan.

Reign told me she doesn’t know how to cook a lot of things while I was taught how to cook at a young age, mostly because of my dad.

My dad said it was important for both me and my sister to know how to cook and not solely focus on becoming trained killers, at a young age. My mom would teach us how to cook a lot of easy and basic dishes while my dad taught us how to make true Italian food.

Those were good nights, where my family all got together and just hung out.

As a kid I remember my dad not being so much of a hard ass with me.

But his wife is dying, his empire is falling to my hands, and Thalia got out of control.

It stresses him out even though he won’t admit it.

Speaking of my dad, he hasn’t called since we landed in Bulgaria from our trip to France.

So, I’ve been enjoying the peace and quiet, spending time with Reign and being inside her. Ever since we had sex on that hill, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her, which is hard when her dad can’t keep his eyes off me.

Reign said he asked what’s going on with me and about how I stare at Reign. She just told him not to worry about it. Then Reign told me I need to stop staring at her.

I told her to shut up and then I pulled her to the hallway and kissed her.

Last time we had sex was maybe a couple of days ago when I snuck inside her room.

Still can’t get that night out of my head.

I swear that night and the one under the stars just keep replaying in my head.

My hand muffling her moans so she wouldn’t wake up the house. How she dragged her nails down my arms, creating marks, the way she would beg for more and how she would try her best to stay silent through an orgasm but fail.

She would also cover my mouth when I groaned which was kind of hot, not gonna lie.

I feel like a fucking teenager whenever I have sex with her.

It’s different from all the other girls. I actually enjoy it and don’t wish for it to be over.

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