Page 128 of Savage Reign

When the noise finally died away, Killian turned to me. I tried to scramble off his lap, my heart about to drop down to my stomach, but he stopped me.“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling.

I felt that tug all the way to my clit.

I bit my bottom lip, pressing down on his hard thigh. “Killian. What are we doing?”

His eyes were encased in dark amusement. “Do you really not know?”

“I—” My words were cut off when he started to yank on my shirt. He pulled it up and off me before I could even blink, leaving me in nothing but my white bra. My skin goose-bumped, even though it was a pretty warm summer day, and Killian’s dark eyes took me in.

He pressed his hand over the curve of my breast, playing with the supple flesh. I wiggled, and he reached inside my bra and pinched my nipple.

“Killian.” I whimpered.

“Such a good girl for me. I fucking missed you.So fucking much.”

I couldn’t say anything, because he was moving his hand around and unhooking my bra. He pulled it down my arms, baring me out in the bright sunshine. Being naked outside made me feel even more exposed than usual.

Killian’s eyes on me definitely didn’t help one bit.

He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking me in.

My back arched when he rolled the hardened nub around with his teeth, and he hummed against me. Fuck.

He pulled back suddenly, a vicious growl escaping from his lips. My breath was erratic. Before I could say anything, he helped me off his lap.

“Strip the rest of the way, baby.”

I sucked in a sharp breath and looked around again. He’d ordered the guards to leave but we were still outside, in the middle of the afternoon. The hot sun beat down on us, on me.

He turned me around slightly and slapped his hand on my ass. I had shorts on, but they were thin. I jumped from the stinging pain, yelping.

“Strip. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said harshly.

I stayed where I was, a small defiant part of me rearing its ugly head. I crossed my arms over my chest awkwardly, trying to look mean. Killian stared back with amusement. I got it. It was hard to look intimidating shirtless. Killian slowly stood to his full height, tugging his shirt over his head in one smooth move. My mouth went dry at the sight as he stood in front of me with not a hint of awkwardness.

He was even more intimidating and imposing without a shirt. I swallowed loudly, and his smile went up a notch. He undid his jeans, pushing them down and revealing powerful, muscular thighs.

I took a small step back.

“Did you want to play, baby girl?”

I let out a stuttering breath. Excitement and apprehension danced up and down my spine. I took another step back. He was full-on smiling now, baring teeth.

“No?” he asked mildly. “You’re not going to answer me? I’ll tell you what. I’ll count to four. And by the time I finish, you’ll either strip and lie down on the bench so I can have my fill of you, right before I fuck you hard, or you can run.”

Four seconds? What kind of head start was that? Also, four was a fucking random number. I looked down at his long legs. They would easily eat the distance between us if I ran.

“One,” he said, his eyes glinting. He was enjoying this, I realized. A small smile tugged on my lips. Hell, I was enjoying this too.

“Two.”

I didn’t wait. With a squeal, I twisted around and ran away.

Killian’s laugh followed me as I ran out of the garden, into the huge expanse of space before me. It wasn’t like I had forgotten how big the property was, but now there was an overwhelming feeling inside me. I turned left just as Killian shouted, “Four!”

I was sure it was longer than four seconds, but I wasn’t going to question it.

“Crap,” I muttered to myself. I ran to the decent-sized pool on the property. If I remembered correctly, the gym was also there.

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