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Forty-Two

Killian

I took Reign to this property in the Caribbean that I own.

The plane ride wasn’t that long, maybe a 10-to-11-hour flight.

We slept most of the flight after fooling around and then we ate some dinner that the attendants provided for us.

I enjoyed the flight because I had Reign in my arms so there wasn’t anything to complain about.

“So where exactly are we?” Reign asks as we walk inside the house.

My men on the island are going to bring in her bags eventually because for now I just want to focus on Reign exploring the house and I didn’t want her carrying her own bags inside.

“We are in the Caribbean, my island in the British Virgin Islands,” I say, closing the door behind her.

“You own this island?” Reign’s eyes widen as she looks back at me. I smile and nod my head. “How? Why would you own an entire island?”

“In case I have a moment like this when I want to be alone. No one knows about this property.” I shrug and follow Reign as she explores the house.

I bought this piece of land when I was eighteen years old. I bought a lot of properties when I was eighteen so that I could invest in them. I keep all my properties private, so no one knows where to find me in case I want some time alone.

“Who takes care of the island?”

“I hired some people. They live on the island, and I have food and other goods transported so they have everything they need.”

Reign walks through the living room. There is nothing special about this house. It’s like all of my other properties, they have furniture, some decorations, some small touches but nothing that has to do with me.

All of my personal belongings are at my parents home because that’s where I am most of the time.

Reign walks inside the kitchen and she sits herself on the counter.

I stand in front of her, between her legs as she looks around the kitchen.

“I like it. It’s a nice house.”

“You haven’t seen the upstairs yet,” I rest my hands on her thighs and press a kiss to the side of her throat.

Reign shivers from just one kiss and me rubbing her thighs up and down.

She’s wearing my sweater since I ripped off her shirt. I also gave her some sweatpants so that no one would look at her legs.

Especially in those thin short shorts where you can see the outline of her butt.

But Reign is naive and doesn’t understand that people will love to look at every inch of her.

I mean I do.

“You should decorate it more. Put some nice touches on it,” Reign whispers, leaning her head to the side so I can access more of her neck.

“Like what? Mm?” I whisper, pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Um...” she mumbles, closing her eyes and just relaxing in my hold.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I breathe heavily in her neck, inhaling her.

I’m going to make her start living in my sweater so that she can always fucking smell like this.

She smells fucking good.

She smells like mine.

Reign grabs my shirt, subconsciously pulling me closer. “Lost your train of thought?” I mumble, moving my hands under her sweater to finish what I was doing on the plane.

She made me talk about what happened with my dad instead of wanting to go for another round with her on the plane. After I talked about my dad with her, she read her book while I was responding to messages and emails from other businesses. I would watch Reign every now and then just because I enjoy watching her read and the reactions she would have when reading certain things.

But now that we’re here, away from our families just for a little bit, we can relax and just enjoy each other.

I grab her breasts and play with her nipples. I noticed that she loves whenever I do that or show attention to them.

“You’re distracting me,” she says, panting softly. “I can’t think with you.” She tightens her legs around me. I bring the sweater up and over her head, throwing it on the counter. I trail my kisses down her neck towards her chest. Reign leans her head back, enjoying the feel of my lips on her. “Killian,” she moans.

“Mmm?” I ask while paying attention to her breasts and taking one nipple in my mouth, nipping at it.

I look up at Reign but she’s in her own world. Her eyes are closed, and face is filled with pleasure. I switch to the other nipple, giving her attention because Reign deserves all kinds of attention.

Reign’s hand grabs my belt. “We should really stop.”

I trail my kisses up and ghost my lips over hers. “But I can’t. You are just too fucking good, Reign. Like a goddamn addiction.” I press my mouth to hers.

She unbuckles my belt and I take her shorts off.

We’re so quick with it, desperate to feel each other as we rip away our clothes. I hiss when I feel Reign grab my dick and put it against her pussy.

The counter is at a perfect height. I could easily slip into her without adjusting her to my level. I hiss against her lips and thrust into her hand.

We keep having sex bare, I know we shouldn’t because there’s no way in hell, we can have a baby when we might have a war but God, I can’t go back to using a condom.

Reign’s the first girl I’ve never used a condom with and after her I can’t go back.

And the fact that she swallows up my seed so perfectly, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever think about going back.

I bite Reign’s lip as I push inside her harshly.

Reign gasps.

I groan against her lips.

She’s still tight and feels so perfect. It’s like she was perfectly carved just for me.

My grip on her hips tightens as I push myself all the way inside. She grips my shoulder and tightens her legs around me, pulling me closer.

“Fuck, baby.” I look down at us connected and then look up at her face filled with intense pleasure and a glint of sweat. “You’re perfectly made for me Reign, you feel it right?” Reign nods her head, her eyelids fluttering closed.

I press my thumb against her clit and Reign moans and thrusts against me. “More, Killian. I want more.”

“Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give it to you.” I kiss down her neck, sucking and biting her skin.

“I want harder. I just need more-” I move us off the counter and slam her against the wall nearby. I grip her ass in my hands and move in and out fast and hard. “Oh my god! Killian! Oh!” she screams, scratching her nails down my back making me feel the burn. Reign clenches around me and digs her nails in my back as she freezes, coming around me. “Killian, Killian, Killian!”

God how could I ever live without this?

How could I ever leave this world without taking Reign with me?

It’s like taking coke from a fucking addict and expecting him to be completely okay with it.

“God, I wish I could take you with me,” I say against her lips as I come inside her, so deep I’m pretty sure she won’t be able to get rid of me.

I’ll be fucking everywhere.

Her heart, body, mind, soul.

There won’t be any getting rid of me, not if I can’t help it.