Page 23 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
Killian took a few steps back from me and then sat down in the other corner of the room. Back to the wall.
What was happening? Was he going to stay and watch me clean up?
“I thought it was high time that you told me your story, Reese,” he said, perching his arms on his knees.
“What makes you think I have one?”
His smirk was so handsome I melted a little. Seriously. I needed to get a grip on myself.
“I can see right through you, so come on. Tell me why you agreed to marry my uncle.”
Thirteen
Killian
It was strange sitting there in the basement with her, watching her dab the warm soaked towel all over her body.
She’d put her lingerie back on, but otherwise, she was still naked. The sight of her did all kinds of things to my cock, but I tried to focus on her voice instead.
This was a first.
I fucked her. I got what I wanted from her. But I was still here. Why?
Fine, I wanted to do a good deed and brought her some things to clean up with. I should have left after that. Instead, I got comfy in there and wanted to hear her talk.
I had no idea why.
It started to feel like she was getting inside my head.
“Do you really believe I agreed to marry your uncle? That I actually, willingly, gave myself to that man?” she asked. Reese had been silent for a while after I asked the question, but she looked up at me when she spoke now.
Her long honey brown hair lay delicately on both her shoulders, framing her perfectly heart-shaped face.
I had an urge to kiss her.
What the actual fuck?
I said nothing because I couldn’t find the words.
“You were there when Aldo introduced me to Connor. You saw what happened. I’d never met him before. I didn’t even know what was going to happen. The plan was just thrown at me and I had no choice in the matter.”
She moved the towel over her neck, stretching it out far. I wanted to go over there and run my fingers over her soft skin. Now I knew exactly how soft her skin was. The temptation was real.
“Isn’t that why you tied up my wrists in the car? Because you knew that I could do a runner. You must have figured out I didn’t want to marry that man.” Her eyes flashed angrily like she was recalling that night when she first saw Connor. I could see disgust there, and I didn’t blame her.
Connor usually disgusted me too.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t put up a fight. You just went to your room and packed your bags. He’s your father. Well, your stepfather.”
“Aldo Baron is not a man to argue with. Maybe you don’t know him as well as I do. Obviously you don’t know him that well. I gave up on my life’s choices a long time ago. I knew there was no way out, unless I could get outside help.” She looked away, dipping the towel back in the bowl of water.
She’d hoped I would be her outside help and I could sense she was disappointed. It brought a smile to my face. I figured I’d be disappointed too if I was in her place.
“If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you have a fight in you. Maybe you should have put up a resistance against your stepfather the way you’re fighting me.”
Reese looked up and I was surprised to find she was smiling too.
“This is probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”
* * *
I really had no business being curious about her. In fact, it would have been a better idea to just walk away and stop trying to ‘uncover’ her.
I couldn’t help myself. She piqued my curiosity and I wanted to find out more about her.
Something told me there were several layers to Reese Deville and I wanted to peel back each one.
When we first met, she was nothing more than an object to me. An object of desire. Something I wanted to take away from Connor and possess for myself.
Over the course of the two days we were together—something had changed.
She was more than that now. She was a girl who secretly made me laugh. A girl I thought about when I was awake and fantasized about when I was asleep. My possession—that I wanted to keep out of everyone else’s reach. And there was that part of me that wanted to discover the truth about her too. Like the truth about what made her tick. What made her who she was.
Reese cleaned herself with the towel and slowly started putting on her t-shirt and jeans.
“Maybe I could have fought him on it, I don’t know,” she continued.
Clearly, something had changed in her too. Until now, it didn’t seem like she was interested in talking to me, but all of a sudden, she spilled all her thoughts out.
