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Twenty-Eight

Killian

Fuck.

It was too tempting to not kiss her.

And then what happened after that, well that was because I couldn’t control my urges and how bad I wanted to see her come undone by a simple flick of my finger on her clit.

She’s too perfect to not obsess over or praise.

She deserves to be put on a pedestal and fawned over.

I mean seeing her in that dress with her dark hair and those goddamn innocent eyes made me want to ruin her and fuck her all up so that no one could have her other than me.

And I’m going to.

Do I care?

Apparently not.

I don’t care about the problems that getting involved with her will bring me.

Maybe I just need to fuck her out of my system, is what my mind is thinking. This crush, this obsession that I’ve had since I was kid has been building and maybe I just need to act on it.

No, I need to kill Malcom.

Kill Malcom.

Kill Malcom.

Kill fucking Malcom.

Such an easy job that I should have done weeks ago like my dad said but no, Reign is his daughter and of course she has to make things difficult for me.

So untouchable and so forbidden it makes me want her more.

You want what you can’t have.

After kissing her and making her come on my fingers, she fixed herself up while I watched her and smirked because seeing her all messed the fuck up just by my fingers is amusing to me.

It made me start thinking how she’ll look after getting destroyed by my dick. The dark and depraved thoughts make my dick ache, but I continue sipping on the brandy they’re serving.

There are a lot of people downstairs for Reign’s birthday, most of the family and some friends that are close to the family. I recognize some of the men here just because of the countless galas I’ve attended.

That fucker Jamie is here, walking around in a dark navy suit, talking to different people with a golden smile on his face.

And then Kyra, who keeps eyeing me ever since I got downstairs.

She doesn’t know shit.

Everyone stops talking and I look at the top of the stairs where everyone else is looking.

Reign looks like she did before, except she’s probably glowing from the sweat and her cheeks are still a little red.

But hair and makeup are in place, and you wouldn’t know what happened to her unless you were in the room.

Reign walks down with a small smile. Her eyes go to me, and I smirk which makes the blush on her face return.

I almost want to take a picture and put it as my lock screen.

The party is being held in one of the many rooms that Malcolm has. You could consider it a ballroom but it’s not as big as ones you see in the movies.

I watch as Jamie wraps his arms around Reign, making sure it stays friendly.

They talk for a little before Reign gets pulled into another conversation with someone else. I keep my eyes on her as she makes her rounds. My eyes also catch Kyra as she watches me watch her granddaughter but like I mentioned, I don’t give a fuck.

Kyra won’t do shit.

My eyes go to Malcolm as he watches his daughter with a smile on his face. Lia is holding his arm while also smiling, both of them proud of their daughter.

Malcom asked me how the mission went, and I told him the truth. She’s doing great but she needs more work. She’s too oblivious but she has determination. She just needs more training is all.

I could have killed Malcom then and there or even now to make it all dramatic, but I’m prolonging it.

I’m prolonging it because of the time I want to spend with Reign.

I needed to find a way to make sure I can have Reign no matter what in the end.

You won’t.

Maybe I should tell Reign everything.

I need to tell her about her Star, me killing her dad, the accidental fire at the warehouse, how this story will end.

But I also have my dad to worry about. That momfucker won’t stop blowing up my phone like a whiny little bitch.

When Reign walks up to me, my mind goes blank, and I feel the beating of my heart slow down after the constant overthinking. “Does Killian De Luca want to give me the first dance of the night?” she asks with a teasing smirk on her face. I grab her hand and let her pull me towards the middle of the room. “All The Stars" by Kendrick Lamar and SZA plays softly through the speakers. Reign puts her arms around my shoulders, and I place my hands on her waist. “You weren’t kidding about the number of people here.”

Another thing I like about Reign is that she isn’t afraid of getting what she wants when the public looks at her. She is confident in front of everyone with everything she does and asks.

But when it’s with people she’s close to, she shows her true self and I love how she’s able to do that with me.

It makes me know that she is safe enough to be vulnerable with me.

“They’re here for a reason.”

“It’s just a birthday.” Reign rolls her eyes playfully. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Why?” I furrow my eyebrows at her.

“Because I can’t keep kissing someone that I don’t know anything about.”

But you just happen to know some of my secrets that no one knows or would dare ask of me.

“Only if I get one question in return.”

Reign nods her head. “Deal.”

“What’s one thing you want to do before you die?”

Reign big blue eyes burn a hole in my soul if that’s even possible.

Those big blue eyes keep fucking me over.

“I want to be able to impact someone’s life in a drastic way or I want to be able to know what it feels like to be in love. Like the true love you read about in books or see in Disney movies.”

And that’s why I’m scared of her. Because of stupid shit she says like that, that is impossible for me to give her. “Why don’t you want to be loved?”

I lick my lips and almost lie but what’s the point?

At the rate I’m going, I’m truly fucked.

But I think I always knew that and didn’t care.

A new thing I want to experience before I die is being loved by Reign Pierce.

“Because it will be easier in the end.”

Reign tilts her head slightly and furrows her eyebrows. “End? What end?”

“You only get one question.”

“But I want to ask more. Like what your favorite color is, what you like to do in your free time, why you’re so quiet all the time, what’s one thing you want to do before you die, your favorite animal, and-”

“Okay,” I cut her off, making her rambling stop and a shocked expression appear on her face.

“Okay?” she repeats, another fucking smile wanting to make it’s way to her face.

“Meet me at the hill tonight if you want to know.”

A smile finally breaks on her face, and she nods her head. “Okay, Killian.”