Page 19 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“I don’t want to make you angry,” I said.
Killian drew in a deep breath.
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Killian
I knew I should have just walked away.
How many more chances was I going to give this girl to fuck me over?
She’d pretty much tried everything she could to get away. I knew none of her attempts were going to work, but it was adorable seeing her try.
However, I needed to lay down the law. The less the interaction between us, the fewer chances she’d have to try her plans on me.
But I couldn’t walk away. I just couldn’t make myself do it.
Reese Deville was sexy as fuck, and I was sure she knew it. I could see her stiff nipples through the thin material of the white t-shirt she had on.
I’d already pictured every curve of her body through the tight jeans she was wearing. She looked at me with her luscious lips, her big eyes all twinkly and pitiable.
I knew she was playing me.
What was she trying to do? Gain my sympathy?
Just because I’d helped her get away from Connor once, didn’t mean I was going to release her from my custody just like that.
“I don’t want to be angry with you, but you’ve pissed me off with all the shit you’ve pulled since you got here,” I replied.
She licked her lips and stared down at her hands. Her fingers were weaved together in her lap. She sat with her back pressed to the wall.
I kept picturing pinning her to the wall and just taking her.
“I’m sorry, Killian. I’m really sorry. It’s just instinct, I guess,” she said.
I had to hand it to her—this girl had all the right answers. How was I supposed to disagree with that?
“Well, you better fight that instinct before you do something completely stupid.”
She nodded once.
I straightened up, still fighting that urge to stay there with her. I should have left a long time ago. I shouldn’t have even made conversation or given her the opportunity to jerk me around.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do with me?” she asked.
“No.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“I said I don’t know,” I snapped.
She looked away again and I almost thought I saw tears in her eyes. If they were there she blinked them away. She didn’t want me to see her cry.
“Just let me go up with you. Let me out of this cold basement, Killian. It’s wet and dark. I promise I’ll be good up there with you.”
Before I knew it, Reese jumped off the floor and was headed straight in my direction.
I didn’t know what her plan was, but it seemed like she was going to try and make her way upstairs again.
I cursed under my breath as I grabbed her.
“For fuck’s sake, Reese! You’re making me regret letting you live this long,” I barked at her.
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“Then do it now. Just kill me. What are you waiting for?” she groaned in my arms.
I tightened my grip around her and it was only then that I realized she wasn’t actually fighting me. This time, she wasn’t trying to get away from me.
“Yeah, maybe I should,” I said, lowering my voice.
She looked up at me, her lips grazed my chin and made my muscles stiff. I was fighting myself now, fighting the urge to rip her clothes off.
“Yeah, you should. It’s not like I have much hope of a life anyway,” she replied, almost in a whisper.
I didn’t think she’d have an effect on me. I was never affected by sappiness like this, but Reese opened me up to a lot of firsts.
She was right. What did her future life look like? Was it even worth living?
I leaned into her and she stretched her neck towards me. She knew what was coming and she parted her lips. I took her mouth in mine and she gasped at first, before giving in. She gave in very quickly, making me think she wanted this too.
Was it possible that she actually wanted it too?
My hand traveled up her back, weaving into her hair. My tongue thrust deep into her mouth, slipping to the back of her throat. I could taste her. I could taste the chocolate on her tongue. She was sweet. Delicious. Just like I’d pictured her.
Reese pressed herself into me, and I knew she could feel how hard I was. My cock throbbed back to life. Her body was curvy, lots of places for me to grab her tight.
My hand slipped down the back of her jeans so I could feel the silky material of her panties. I cupped her ass and squeezed, making her gasp in my mouth again.
I smacked my mouth away from hers, dragging my tongue down the side of her face, sucking her earlobe, then continuing down her neck.
She wedged her hand between us till she found my cock. She cupped me hard. Stroked me. Fondled.
