Page 38 of Killian De Luca

“Because it’s perfect to teach you how to shoot a gun. It will give you the basics.” Killian hands me the gun. “Put your finger on the trigger and shoot.” I give him a look, but he ignores it. “You want to learn, don’t you?” I nod my head and lick my lips. “Aim the gun towards me.” I do as he says, hesitantly. I press it against the middle of the chest. “Now pull the trigger. I already turned the safety off,” Killian says and then he slides his hands up to my chest, resting it where my heart is located.

Killian can for sure feel my rapid heartbeat as it beats underneath his hand.

This should scare me.

My mind should be screaming at me to run and get the fuck out of his house.

But no, instead I lick my lips before pulling the trigger. It clicks but nothing comes out.

All the pressure weighs off my heart from the fact that a bullet didn’t pierce through his chest. I blow out air and a tear falls from my eyes. I look up at Killian and focus on where his hand is.

He snaps out of it and grabs the gun. “I feel like because we’re playing this game, I should at least know a little more about you.”

Killian nods his head. “One question each shot.” Killian aims the gun for my heart. “What’s there to smile about?”

The gun against my chest makes my heart race again. Being on both ends of the gun is an experience some would never want to have. Me on the other hand, it’s an experience I’ll never forget. The way being on different ends of the gun and how they make you feel is scary. Being behind the gun makes you feel powerful and like you can do anything. But being on the end of it makes you feel like you’re at that person's mercy.

“The fact that you’re alive,” I answer. “You could be dead or have cancer or something way worse but you’re here, in the moment, breathing, feeling, listening.”

It’s quiet, the feeling of anxiety creeping up my neck wondering if I’m going to die or not. A click rings in the air, and nothing comes out.

I take a deep breath and laugh a little. “I feel like one round is actually enough.”

I go to move off his lap, but he keeps his hand on my hips firmly, not letting me move. He adjusts his lap and moves his hips against mine. I gasp feeling his erection rubbing against the spot between my legs.

“You’re the one who wanted to play with big boy toys, Reign, now you’re going to learn.” He places the gun in my hand.

I place the gun against his head, and he leans back against the couch and his body relaxes. He seems so chill, as if we aren’t playing a suicide game. “Why are you afraid of your heart?”

Killian’s hands clench around my waist and his jaw clenches. “You can ask any question you want, Reign, except for that one,” he says in a low, deadly tone.

“Why-”

“Ask another one,” he demands.

“Are you afraid of dying?”

“No, I’ve accepted it,” he says now waiting for me to pull the trigger but the more we play the more chances of risking one of our lives. There are five empty slots and one bullet, but I don’t know which slot Killian put the bullet in. “Pull the trigger, Reign.” I don’t move which makes Killian wrap his hand around mine holding the gun. I worry as Killian pulls the trigger with me, my stomach feeling like it’s going to drop.

The gun clicks as our fingers press the trigger. “Killian, I don’t-”

Killian drops the gun in my lap and his hands wrap around my throat to pull me closer.

His lips touch mine and he officially loses the game.

He kisses me as if he’s been starving and waiting for it. His hand on my neck flexes and he nips my bottom lip causing me to moan. My hands rest on his chest and I feel his heart beat, fast and hard.

He is a beast feasting me as if he’s been waiting for this since that day in the garden.

The forbidden aspect of this kiss and how I shouldn’t be kissing my dad’s enemy’s son makes the veins in my body pulse.

I feel like I’m going to pass out with how eager Killian is kissing me, like if he stops, he might just die.

Like kissing me is the only way to keep his heart running. I try to match his intensity, but he doesn’t let me. He bites, groans, tugs, and erotically forces his tongue between my lips.

“Killian-”

“We aren’t done.” He presses the gun against the spot between my legs and I feel goosebumps spread across my skin everywhere. “What do you think about when you’re all alone in your shower, running your hands down you’re body?” Killian asks against my lips. I can’t answer because the fact that he hasa gun rubbing against my pussy makes me dizzy and when his lips tug and kiss mine I just want to close my eyes and fall into his orbit. “I know you’re a virgin, Reign, but not for long,” he whispers. “I’m going to claim you and make you mine so many times to the point where you won’t question who you belong to.” He rubs the gun back and forth fast, pressing it hard against my clit.