Page 84 of Killian De Luca

“We are in the Caribbean, my island in the British Virgin Islands,” I say, closing the door behind her.

“You own this island?” Reign’s eyes widen as she looks back at me. I smile and nod my head. “How? Why would you own an entire island?”

“In case I have a moment like this when I want to be alone. No one knows about this property.” I shrug and follow Reign as she explores the house.

I bought this piece of land when I was eighteen years old. I bought a lot of properties when I was eighteen so that I could invest in them. I keep all my properties private, so no one knows where to find me in case I want some time alone.

“Who takes care of the island?”

“I hired some people. They live on the island, and I have food and other goods transported so they have everything they need.”

Reign walks through the living room. There is nothing special about this house. It’s like all of my other properties, they have furniture, some decorations, some small touches but nothing that has to do with me.

All of my personal belongings are at my parents home because that’s where I am most of the time.

Reign walks inside the kitchen and she sits herself on the counter.

I stand in front of her, between her legs as she looks around the kitchen.

“I like it. It’s a nice house.”

“You haven’t seen the upstairs yet,” I rest my hands on her thighs and press a kiss to the side of her throat.

Reign shivers from just one kiss and me rubbing her thighs up and down.

She’s wearing my sweater since I ripped off her shirt. I also gave her some sweatpants so that no one would look at her legs.

Especially in those thin short shorts where you can see the outline of her butt.

But Reign is naive and doesn’t understand that people will love to look at every inch of her.

I mean I do.

“You should decorate it more. Put some nice touches on it,” Reign whispers, leaning her head to the side so I can access more of her neck.

“Like what? Mm?” I whisper, pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Um...” she mumbles, closing her eyes and just relaxing in my hold.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I breathe heavily in her neck, inhaling her.

I’m going to make her start living in my sweater so that she can always fucking smell like this.

She smells fucking good.

She smells like mine.

Reign grabs my shirt, subconsciously pulling me closer. “Lost your train of thought?” I mumble, moving my hands under her sweater to finish what I was doing on the plane.

She made me talk about what happened with my dad instead of wanting to go for another round with her on the plane. After I talked about my dad with her, she read her book while I was responding to messages and emails from other businesses. I would watch Reign every now and then just because I enjoy watching her read and the reactions she would have when reading certain things.

But now that we’re here, away from our families just for a little bit, we can relax and just enjoy each other.

I grab her breasts and play with her nipples. I noticed that she loves whenever I do that or show attention to them.

“You’re distracting me,” she says, panting softly. “I can’t think with you.” She tightens her legs around me. I bring the sweater up and over her head, throwing it on the counter. I trail my kisses down her neck towards her chest. Reign leans her head back, enjoying the feel of my lips on her. “Killian,” she moans.

“Mmm?” I ask while paying attention to her breasts and taking one nipple in my mouth, nipping at it.

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