Page 124 of Reign

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

Her brows draw together. “I just did.”

“You gave me one word. I want the answer.”

Heat moves into her cheeks as she realizes exactly what I’m making her acknowledge.

“I want to try those things with you.”

Hearing her say she wants those things with me turns the irritation into something hotter and far more useful.

“Better.”

Her gaze drops to my chest before returning to my face, as if looking away for even a second might give me an advantage.

I move half a step to her side. She turns with me, tracking the movement while the color in her cheeks continues to deepen.

She asked what going further would involve. I want to see if she understands before she agrees to it.

“Let’s see how honest you’re prepared to be.”

“For example, degradation,” I continue.

Color immediately spreads across her cheeks.

“You were curious.”

“I remember what I wrote.”

“Do you want me to begin gently? Praise you until you’re brave enough to admit what you need?”

Her lips part.

I lower my head until my mouth is close to her ear. “Or do you want me to call you a desperate little slut while you’re taking my cock?”

Her fingers knot together. Her thighs press closer, and the flush travels down her throat.

“Would that humiliate you, princesa?” I ask. “Or would it make you wetter to hear what a sweet, obedient thing you become once that clever mouth finally runs out of arguments?”

“My mouth doesn’t run out of arguments.”

“Then we’ll have to find another use for it.”

Her eyes widen. “You are so—”

“Thorough?”

“Annoying.”

“You came to me.”

“A mistake I’m beginning to recognize.”

I laugh. “You’re welcome to reconsider.”

She studies me, searching for pressure and finding none.