Page 148 of Reign

“Yes.”

“Even if I argue with you?”

“Especially then.“ His gaze moves over my face, openly amused. “You follow my direction and still look at me like obedience is a personal insult.” His thumb strokes once across my waist. “Eso me hace desearte.”

My hips stutter against him.

“That,” I tell him, fighting to keep my voice steady, “is deeply unfair.”

“I never promised to be fair, princesa.”

He bounces his leg lightly, and I jolt forward, my hands tightening on his shoulders as my clit presses harder against the toy. My face stops inches from his.

“Are you planning to be a brat the entire time?”

I inhale sharply on the next roll of my hips.

“Maybe.” I shudder.

The toy drags perfectly. A soft moan slips out before I can stop it.

Luciano watches my face, not between my thighs, and somehow that makes everything feel more intense. “There you are.”

I glare at him even as my hips keep rolling. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you found me.”

His hand flexes at my waist. For a second something dark and possessive flashes in his eyes, then it’s gone again.

“I did find you,” he says quietly. “The sharp mouth is one of my favorite parts.”

I try to argue. I really do.

The vibration catches perfectly again and a needy sound escapes instead.

Luciano’s gaze darkens with satisfaction. “Yes. Let me hear every beautiful sound you make, princesa.”

My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” he says, voice low and warm. “Look at you—riding my thigh and still trying to argue with me. So pretty when you let yourself feel it.”

I grind against him again, slower this time, trying to chase the pressure without looking desperate, which is stupid because I am sitting on his thigh with my underwear pulled aside. The dignity ship has sailed. It is no longer answering my calls.

His hand slides from my waist to the small of my back, holding me steady, pushing me down tighter onto the toy. “That’s it, pretty girl. Just like that. Let yourself want it.”

His lips brush my neck. “This is how I imagine you riding my cock,” he murmurs against my skin.

I shake my head. “Shut up.”

He chuckles.

I make a helpless sound, a stupid whimper.

His lips stay on my neck trailing soft kisses that jolt through me. “There’s my honest girl.”

The words hit so hard my hips stutter.