Page 33 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
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Reese put the bag of popcorn in the microwave while I swirled cocoa in two big mugs of hot milk. They started popping and startled her, making her jump backwards.
“Oh! I forgot they’d do that!” she exclaimed with a giggle.
I’d given her a fresh shirt to wear and thrown her white t-shirt in the machine along with her jeans and underwear. So at that moment, she was wearing nothing but my shirt.
I was even tempted to offer her use of my shower, but I decided to leave that for another day. It would give her something to look forward to.
“So what are we going to do?” she asked. The popcorn was all done and she emptied it into a big bowl she found in one of the cupboards.
It was strange how quickly she’d made herself home in my kitchen.
One moment, she was imprisoned in my basement, and the next moment, she was popping corn in my microwave.
I shrugged. “We could watch something on TV.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good. What will we watch? The last thing I want to do is fight over the remote with you,” she said, blushing a little.
“There won’t be a fight because you don’t get to decide,” I said, carrying the mugs of hot cocoa out to the living room.
She followed me with the bowl of popcorn.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot that you’re still in complete command.”
“I am.”
We looked into each other’s eyes and I wanted to make sure she didn’t doubt me. Just because I invited her up here and gave her all these special treats, didn’t mean something had actually changed between us.
She gave me one nod as an acknowledgement.
“Good. Sit down. We’re watching Doctor Strange,” I said.
“Marvel?”
I was surprised she even knew what I was talking about. I didn’t expect that from a girl like her.
Reese eagerly sat down on the couch, curling her arms around the bowl of popcorn.
“I didn’t peg you for a Marvel girl,” I said, sitting at the other end of the couch.
Some distance needed to be maintained so I didn’t pounce on her immediately. My cock did all the thinking ever since Reese entered the picture and I needed to get my head straight.
“So what did you peg me for?” she asked.
I switched the movie on and handed her one of the mugs. Reese’s eyes were sparkling, her lips curled deliciously. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands to myself all night.
“The kind of girl I keep running into in my life. The kind of girl who never holds my attention,” I replied.
Reese bit down on her lip, like she was pleased with my answer. Then she stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth, making me laugh.
Eighteen
Reese
I couldn’t make sense of what was happening to me.
In one moment, I felt the urge to get up and run for the door. If only I could somehow manage to get outside.
I didn’t know where we were exactly. I was aware we were in a woodland area—but surely, someone would hear me if I screamed, right?
And then in the next moment, I didn’t want to go.
The movie absorbed me, even though I’d watched it before. I didn’t think my mind could feel this free. That I could sit here in my prisoner’s home and actually enjoy a movie, while my future was completely unclear.
From time to time, I shot stares over at Killian. He drank his hot cocoa while staring at the screen. I wasn’t completely sure, but it seemed like he went out of his way to keep his gaze averted from me. He didn’t want our eyes to meet.
Could I blame him?
It was like every time we looked at each other, we started a mini bonfire.
That had to be one of the major reasons for why I couldn’t convince myself to leave.
This was the perfect opportunity. He wasn’t even making an effort to stop me. I just couldn’t make myself get off the couch.
Was I falling for this man?
Or was I just trying to be sensible?
Maybe I was right when I decided Killian was my best chance of survival.
The sex was amazing. He was very hot. And I would probably never experience sex that blew my mind like that again, but did that mean I had to allow him to keep me imprisoned?
And he couldn’t do it forever.
Was he actually going to kill me at the end of this? Or maybe he would let me go?
I looked over at him again and Killian was focused on the TV screen. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was looking. I examined him in profile, as briefly as possible before I looked away.
He was so handsome. In an effortless way. Almost like he carried his ridiculously good looks as a burden. Like he would have been far happier if he was more ordinary looking.
