Page 46 of Savage Reign

“What about omitting things? Keeping things from me?”

He hesitated. Anger surged through me, and I tried to pull away. Killian wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled meup on top of his body, my legs straddling his sides. I sat up and tried to find my balance, pushing my palms down on his strong,barechest. My head still felt fuzzy. I resisted the urge to lie back down on him. Fuck, but why did I feel like this? Taking in a deep breath, I looked down at Killian and tried to focus my gaze.

There was something in his eyes as he stared up at me that made my heart race. I ignored the feeling and glared down at him. He wrapped both hands around my sides, his fingers reaching part of my ass.

“Killian. We’re talking.”

He shrugged, the move making me feel out of balance. I pressed down harder on his chest. “So talk,” he said.

“Don’t you think this position is a little… distracting?”

One side of his lips tilted in a slight smirk. “Are you distracted?”

Fuck, but I was. I really was. My shorts had ridden up when he moved me, and now they were pulling against the crotch area.

It didn’t help that I was straddling him.

“Killian.”

His smirk widened, and I shifted a little. I sucked in a sharp breath when my side burned from the move.

What the hell?

I didn’t remember hitting anything yesterday. I frowned, and Killian watched me. Though the smile was still on his face, there was something… dark and sinister in his eyes… possessive. Without saying anything, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up to the bottom swell of my breasts. The sight that greeted me didn’t fully register in my brain at first. I blinked, so sure it was nothing more than a mirage, probably brought on by stress and lack of sleep.

But no, it was still there, no matter how long I stared at it.

Slowly, I looked over at Killian. That impassive look was back on his face as if he didn’t know how I would react.

I took in a deep breath, trying to push down the anger.

And then another one.

A third deep breath and… no. The anger was still there.

“You tattooed me? While I was asleep… how did I not wake up…?” My gaze automatically moved to the glass of water I had on the dresser. I narrowed my eyes on it, trying to think back to anything I might remember after I had taken a drink. “You drugged me.”

It would explain why I felt so off, so heavy this morning.

His hands moved up, cupping my waist on either side. The feel of his warm palms on my bare skin jolted me out of my anger momentarily. I frowned down at him.

He nodded, not looking remorseful in the least. “I did.”

“You—” I let out a long, harsh exhale, not knowing what to say to that. I let go of my shirt and let it fall back down. Killian didn’t move his hands, and they remained beneath my shirt. I tried to pull away, to get off and get some distance between us. He held me straddling him.

I turned angry eyes to him. “Let. Go.”

“Why are you angry when I’m being honest with you?”

I blinked, taken aback and not knowing what to say to such an infuriating comment. I took a moment to get my bearings. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No, baby. I’m being serious.”

“What makes you think this is okay? How could it be? You—you?—”

“I marked you as mine. As ours,” he said darkly. “A reminder to anyone and to you. Not that I would ever let another fucker lay his eyes on you. No, only my brothers and I get the privilege of seeing you. This is the mark of my ownership over you.”

“Ownership?” I repeated. The fucker smiled. I scoffed. “And don’t kid yourself. You know no one else would have seen meunless I wore a bikini. This is a reminder tome,and that’s all it is. Fuck your ownership.”

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