Page 32 of Killian De Luca

All of a sudden, Killian’s lips are close to my ear, and he whispers soft and sensually, “I can show you exactly how gentle I can be, Reign.”

I turn my head to make eye contact with him and I feel the brush of his skin on my cheek. “I doubt you could be gentle.”

“What makes you think that?” Killian tilts his head to the side.

I look down at his lips before looking at his hands.

His hands have small scars and cuts on them with a few tattoos on his fingers. He is wearing two rings on one hand. One of them looks like an heirloom and the other is just a chrome hearts band.

His tattoos consist of stars on his wrist leading up to his ring finger while the pointer finger has a sword tattoo on it. Another one on the center of his hand says, “Devils Don’t Sleep” and the last one on that hand has a small smiling face with x’s as eyes.

“Your hands. They don’t exactly scream ‘gentle’.” I meet his eyes and realize we are closer. My heart is beating so fast to the point where I think Killian can hear it. Killian licks his bottom lip, and he looks like he’s about to move away but I say, “Show me.”

Killian’s jaw hardens and I see his hands form in a fist.

“Why would I do something stupid like that? I could break you.”

“Then prove it,” I urge him.

I see doubts in Killian’s eyes but for a second, I swear I see something darker flash in them, like he wants to give in to the urge as if he is a drug addict and I’m the drug he shouldn’t take.

Killian’s breath hits my lips making them part and I swear I feel the brush of his lips before the sound of a phone going ringing makes him back away from me.

He cusses in Italian and pulls out his phone.

He picks up the phone, gets up and walks away while talking in Italian.

I didn’t run but with how fast my heart is beating, it feels like I just did.

Sixteen

Reign

It’s beentwo days since I last spoke to Killian.

He doesn’t do the training sessions with me anymore in the morning. The only time I would see him is at meals.

Baba and Mama have asked him what he’s been doing and why he’s rarely in of the house.

He would make up some excuse about not feeling well before continuing on with the dinner not talking.

My dad the other day asked me what’s going on with Killian and why he hasn’t been in the gym training me. I tell him I don’t know but I have a feeling it’s because of our almost kiss or whatever that was in the garden.

I don’t usually go to Killian’s house to get him for dinner but I’m over the silent treatment with him.

I just want everything to be back to normal.

I tried talking to Star about it, but Star told me I should leave him alone. Star doesn’t get it though because he isn’t the type of person to worry about anyone.

When I get to the guest house I knock on the door and wait for Killian to pop out. When he does, he’s only wearing basketball shorts and nothing else. His hair looks like it’s been ran through by his fingers.

Killian trails his eyes down my body like I’m his mark. His eyes pause on my bare legs before meeting my eyes again.

“What?” he asks, opening the door wider.

“Dinner is starting soon but I wanted to talk to you.”

“Yea I know it is.” He walks inside the house, his bare back facing me. His muscle clench with every step he takes as I follow him inside and close the door behind me. The place is actually quite clean. Killian cleans up after himself so well and you can tell. There aren't clothes everywhere and when I catch a look in the kitchen, it doesn’t look messy at all. “What do you want to talk about?” Killian asks as he walks towards the room.

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