Page 201 of Reign

My body jerks against the silk, pleasure bursting through me in waves I can’t control. Luciano’s hand tightens on my hip.

For a second, I think maybe this is it.

Maybe he’ll stop.

Maybe the consequence is over.

He slows just enough to make me feel everything.

Every inch. Every pulse. Every humiliating flutter of my body still begging for him when I should be too sensitive to want more.

“Please,” I whisper.

His mouth brushes my cheek. “Please what?”

I don’t know. Stop. Don’t stop.

More. Less.

Mercy. Ruin me.

Luciano stills for half a second. His hand slides from my hip to my jaw, turning my face toward his.

“Please what?”

I blink up at him through wet lashes.

I’m just embarrassed by how much my body wants from him.

“More” I breathe.

His gaze searches mine for another second and then he chuckles, a rumble so deep I can feel it inside me.

“More?” he murmurs, almost laughing. “You lose the game, come on my cock twice, and still have the nerve to ask for more?”

He rolls his hips once, slow and deep.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes.

“Greedy little thing.” His voice drops. “Enjoying your consequence a little too much.”

He thrusts in again, harder. The sound is wet and embarrassing, and I can feel myself dripping onto his sheets, but I’m too overwhelmed to care.

My orgasm doesn’t feel like it builds. It feels like it has been waiting under my skin the whole time.

Every thrust pushes me closer to it. Every stroke of his cock drags over that place inside me until my stomach tightens beneath his hand again, harder than before. Different than before.

Too sharp.

Too full.

Too much pressure.

I gasp. My fingers pull at the silk.

Luciano’s eyes meet mine with delight. “Oh, princesa”

I shake my head, but the pleasure keeps climbing.