Page 149 of Reign

Honest girl.

God.

I’m suing him.

“You like that,” he murmurs.

My nails bite into his skin through his shirt. He’s so fucking annoying when he’s right.

His teeth graze my skin.

My breath catches.

He pulls back, eyes meeting mine.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he says. “I want to watch that pretty face when you come.”

I try to keep my eyes on him, but every roll of my hips drives the vibration harder against my clit. My body takes over. I move faster, chasing the friction, and a broken moan slips out.

“Good, princesa.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge beneath it now. “Hold on to me.”

I grip his shoulders and use him as leverage to ride his thigh.

He presses a button, and the vibration climbs higher.

A louder sound tears out of me, half whimper, half moan, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before forcing them open again.

Luciano’s gaze is locked on my face, his lips parted.

“Perfect,” he says, low and rough with restraint. “Stay with it.”

I grind against him again, chasing, but it’s right there—teetering—and I can’t quite get it. Frustration flares hot in my chest.

“Fuck,” I snap under my breath, my hips stuttering. “This is taking too long.”

Luciano’s hand stays firm at my back. “Then tell me what you need.”

I glare at him. “You know what I need.”

“I do. I want to hear you ask for it.”

Of course he does.

“More.”

“More what, princesa?”

My need to come overrides my dignity. “More vibration, more praise, just more.”

“That’s my girl.”

He presses the button.

I cry out, my hips rolling.

“Good. Use me, pretty girl. Just like that.”

I stop trying to make any part of this look graceful. I grip his shoulders and rock down against his thigh with purpose.