Page 129 of Reign

My pen stops. “That feels aimed at me.”

“It is.”

I write:

Luciano has declared war on coping mechanisms.

He looks down at my page. “I did not.”

“It’s how I feel.”

“At least it’s an honest answer.” His eyes hold mine for a beat, amusement lingering in them.

“Fifth, while you’re training with me, you don’t seek another Dom. You don’t message one, flirt with one, interview one, or test one.”

My pen stops.

That’s a leash hidden inside the lesson.

“What about my list?”

“You can ask about your list.”

“Every day?”

“As often as your dignity permits.”

“And you’ll answer?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I look up slowly. “That sounds possessive.”

“For the duration of your training, it is.” His attention drops briefly to my mouth. “While you’re mine to train, I don’t share.”

That catches me off guard. “You’re admitting that?”

“I don’t see the value in lying.”

“And here I thought you were going to call it protective.”

“It’s also protective.”

“Convenient.”

“Both things can be true, princesa.”

His voice does something unfair to the word. Lowers it. Softens it. Sends it directly into my stomach.

I look down before he can see the reaction and write:

No other Doms while the possessive man is training me.

His attention drops to the page.

“Accurate enough.”

“You’re not offended?”