Page 62 of Killian De Luca
Instead, I wish I could be inside her all night long, and never leave.
When we had sex in her bedroom I pulled out because she isn’t on birth control yet. She did end up taking a Plan B pill the next day because a kid is not in the cards, especially right now.
I know I told my dad there would be an heir but right now, when a war is possibly about to happen with two rivaling families, isn’t the time.
“What are you thinking about?” Reign asks and I realize that I’ve been silent for a little too long just staring at the pasta in my hands.
My body relaxes and I look down at her. “When I was in your room a few days ago.” Kind of a lie. I was thinking about that before I started thinking about babies with Reign. Reign blushes and looks away from me. I grab her chin to make her look at me. “Why do you always look away from me? I want to see your eyes on me.”
Reign smiles nervously at me. “You’re just intimidating.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “How?”
“Because you do these eyes. I already explained this to you.” Reign laughs.
She tries to take her face out of my hand, but I pull her closer to me and connect my lips with hers. She smiles into the kiss, and it gets heated as quickly as it started.
I move her around so that I can push her against the counter. She rests her hands on my chest while one of my hands go to her hip and the other trails down to her neck so I can control the kiss better.
I bite her bottom lip making her moan softly which I swear my dick feels. Blood rushes down my body and I rub against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Before I can convince her to go to her room, I hear Kyra screaming Reign’s name.
“Reign!” Reign pushes me off her and she fixes herself while I lick my bottom lip and stare at her with a smirk. She is flushed red and looks like she just got fucked but in reality it as just a simple kiss. Kyra enters the kitchen and looks between us. A small smile makes its way to her face. “What’s going on here?”
Reign clears her throat and smiles. “We’re making Italian.”
“And Bulgarian?” Kyra raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
I refrain from laughing but Reign’s face turns dark red.
“We’re making Tagliatelle alla Bolognese,” I say, trying to save Reign from the embarrassment from the joke.
That fucking old woman.
“Make sure to clean up after yourselves. Can’t have the Italian and Bulgarian anywhere on the counters if you know what I mean.”
Kyra says before leaving, not being discreet about what she knows at all.
Reign cringes and her face stays a dark red shade as she stares at me.
I laugh at her and grab her hand to pull her closer to me. “I can’t believe she said that.”
“She won’t say anything will she?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Reign.
Reign shakes her head. “No but she also won’t pretend she doesn’t know anything either. Which makes this mortifying.”
I laugh while Reign just buries her head into my chest.
Thirty-One
Reign
Star has been distant lately,but I mean so have I.
Ever since I left for France or things between Killian and I started heating up, I forgot about everyone else.
I’m always the one who tries to text first just to make sure he knows I’m still here, but his responses have been short or when he does end up responding I end up getting distracted with Killian.