Page 131 of Savage Reign

At some point, Killian had flipped us around until I was lying on top of him.

He moved, knocking me out of my relaxed state. I pushed up on my elbows and glared down at him.

He cupped my cheek and smiled. “We need to get back to the house. We can’t have the guards away from their posts for too long. It poses an unnecessary risk I’m not willing to take with you. Plus, we stay out here any longer, and you’ll burn.”

“Who knew you could be such a worrywart?” I grumbled, trying to get off him.

He shot me a dark look, and I didn’t want to know the thoughts behind it. I pretended not to notice and stood up. Killian took his time getting off the chair.

He pointed at me. “Stay.”

I watched as he moved over to the pool house, only to emerge moments later wearing a dark gray bathrobe and carrying an identical one in his hand.

He silently helped me put it on. I didn’t fight him. Instead, I looked down at the chair. “We made a mess.”

I wrinkled my nose, unsure of how we would clean this.

He looked at me and laughed. “Fuck, you’re cute.”

I was glad he thought so, but now wasn’t the time to get into it. I slapped his chest. “I’m serious.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his body, lifting me up into his arms so I clung to him like a baby monkey to its mama.

“We’ll throw it away.”

“Sounds wasteful.”

“Would you prefer Rachel to clean it up?” he asked. I shot him a horrified look, and he laughed harder. “I didn’t think so.”

“You could clean it up, you know.”

He looked back at the chair, then at me, before making a move to walk away from the pool area and toward the house. “Yeah, I don’t think so, little firecracker.”

“What? No? I’m sure you have to clean up worse…” I trailed off, only now realizing what I was saying. When I looked up, it was to dark, amused brown eyes. “You know what? You’re right. Just throw it away. But you’re not fucking me on any of the other chairs.”

He squeezed my ass. “Don’t tell me what to do. Who’s in charge here?”

I patted his chest and said lightly, “Of course you are.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re just placating me?”

I grinned up at him as we passed the garden.

He shook his head. “Oh, you are trouble. Lucky for you, I know exactly how to deal with your brand of trouble.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked of the sinister note in his voice.

He didn’t reply.

He walked us inside the house and up the stairs. I didn’t say anything as he pushed open the door to my room and placed me on the bed. Without a word, he had the robe pulled off me once more, and turned me around until I was on all fours on the bed.

“Killian?” I asked.

“Be a good girl, Mila,” he said, slapping my ass. “And don’t fucking move.”

I twisted my head around to look at him. “Why?”

He caught my eyes and spank my ass. “Don’t move.”

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