Page 98 of Killian De Luca

This past month has been hell without her in my arms.

“Yes. Why does it matter?”

My dad shakes his head lightly. “Because Killian, that is Malcolm's daughter. He is the enemy and you’re in love with the enemy. Don’t you see how wrong this is? What kind of issues this will cause?”

I laugh softly and turn around to look at him instead of in the mirror. “Last time I checked, you and mom were both from groups that hated one another. Then somehow you both fell in love, and everything ended up being okay. You aren’t being fair.”

My dad rolls his eyes. “Life isn’t fair, Killian. Get over it. Time to grow the fuck up.” He says, slowly getting frustrated.

Good.

“I never expected you to be like this. Mom would praise you, but I feel like she was just talking out of her ass.”

My dad’s eyes darken and his jaw clenches. His whole-body tenses and he takes a step closer to me. “Don’t talk about your mom like that.” He glares down at me, and I feel guilt rush through me. He looks physically and mentally hurt. Like he’ll do anything to protect her and her name. “I’ll be damned if you talk about her like that. Say something like that again, I swear to God Killian, no one will be able to save you from my fire.” He licks his bottom lip and sighs, finally calming down from his threat. “I expect you to be great, Killian.”

“I will be. But I’m not doing this your way.”

He narrows his eyes and looks disappointed. “You’re going to fail Killian if you keep becoming weak like this over some girl. She doesn’t even know about-”

I get in his face. “You don’t know shit,” I say in a low, almost deadly tone. “And if you see her, you’re going to keep your mouth shut. Don’t go up to her, don’t talk to her, don’t fucking breathe next to her.”

My dad laughs and shakes his head, backing up from me. “You’re stringing her along, son.”

He isn’t wrong.

My mom isn’t wrong.

I’m only hurting her right now and she doesn’t even know.

“You don’t care. Stop acting like you do,” I say.

“You’re so fucked.” My dad grins and throws his head back laughing.

“Landon!” I hear Alexander yell from the bathroom at the same time Landon runs out butt-naked, laughing. “Get your fucking ass over here, kid.”

I look away from my dad and walk out of the room. I run my hands through my hair as I walk towards my room, trying not to fucking stress out but my heart is racing, as if it knows something I don’t. I unlock my door and walk in. It’s dark so I turn on the lights and when I do I see Reign sitting on the bed.

She looks up from her hands and smiles when she sees me.

All that stress and anxiety washes away. She stands up and we walk towards one another.

I pull her towards me and press my lips on her.

I haven’t seen her in more than a month. My body craves hers.

My heart craves her in general.

I swear it’s like my heart is beating so hard, trying to rip itself out of my chest to go to her.

Everything is quiet and my heart stops racing from the stress. “You look so fucking perfect,” I say against her lips. “I’m going to try and be a gentleman and not ruin your beauty tonight.”

Reign laughs against my lips. “Such a gentleman.”

I trail my kisses down her neck as she leans her head to the side. “You won’t be saying that when I’m in between your legs and making you scream my name.”

She laughs again and swats my chest. “Perv.” I give her one last kiss before pulling away. She admires me, her eyes darkening. I love how she doesn’t hide her love or attraction with me. She’s not afraid to admire me. “You look nice.”

“Just nice?” I raise an eyebrow at her, squeezing her waist in my hands. Reign looks breathtaking as usual. She’s wearing a long white silk dress. My eyes can’t help but go to her breasts that look amazing in the dress, if anything they look bigger than the last time, I saw them. I push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Be careful out there tonight, okay?”

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