Page 197 of Reign

“Don’t make me pull out.” My voice drops, amused and dark. “And shut that sharp little mouth of yours before I decide to go even slower.”

I pull back and she smirks.

Esta mujer.

That tiny, defiant curve of her lips while she’s stretched around my cock, tied open and trembling. I feel the arrogance of it travel straight up my spine like a live wire. Always testing. Always pushing. Even now.

I rock my hips again, giving her another thick inch, and the sound that leaves her is filthy—broken and so goddamn perfect I have to close my eyes for half a second and breathe through my nose just to keep from coming right there.

“Open up for me, princesa,” I say, voice rough. “Let me in.”

I rock deeper. She makes that sound again.

Ella será mi perdición.

I push the rest of the way in.

A curse leaves me under my breath the second I’m buried to the hilt. She’s so fucking tight, so wet, gripping me so perfectly I have to lock my jaw just to stay still.

“Oh God—”

“No.” My voice comes out rough. “No, princesa. Not God. When it feels too good, you use my name.”

Her eyes flutter open, glassy and dark. “Luciano.”

“That’s right.” I roll my hips once, deep, and feel her pussy clench hard around me. Her cry breaks between us. “Every time your pussy does that, you say my name.”

I thrust again, slower this time, and press my hand firmer against her lower stomach so I can feel the exact shape of myself inside her.

She’s so fucking full. I can feel every inch of me under my palm.

“Luciano—”

“Again.”

“Luciano.”

I pull almost all the way out and sink back in with a controlled roll of my hips, watching her face the entire time. “Look at you,” I murmur, voice low and thick. “Taking me this deep. Letting me fill you up like this. Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the word already broken.

I still completely. “Yes who?”

Her eyes lock on mine. “Yes, Luciano!”

Fuck.

I have to stop moving for a second. I’m not sure who’s going to lose this little game of control first—her or me. Her pussy flutters around me in warning.

She’s close.

“No, no.” I keep my voice steady even though my blood is pounding. “Hold it, princesa. Hold it.”

She frowns, breathing hard, wrists pulling against the silk. “I don’t think I can. I can’t.”

I brace my free hand beside her shoulder and bring my lips to her ear. “You have to. If you don’t hold it, there’s going to be a consequence, princesa.” I lift my head. “Do you want that?”

And there it is again.