Page 202 of Reign

Panic sparks under it. Not bad panic. Confused panic.

My face goes hot. My chest tightens. I try to close my legs, but I can’t. The ties hold me open, and he’s still thrusting, jolting my body and watching me too closely.

“Luciano,” I whisper. “I’m going to—”

“I know. Let it happen.”

I shake my head again.

His voice drops. “Yes, Elena. I want it. Don’t fight it.”

My throat works. This is so stupid. This is humiliating.

I’m going to die in this bed tied up in purple silk because I’m too embarrassed to say one sentence to the man currently inside me.

“Yellow,” I whisper.

Luciano goes still above me, his hand leaving my stomach to brace beside my head. His face changes in an instant. The hunger stays, but it locks down beneath focus.

“What do you need?”

I can’t look at him.

“Princesa.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll figure it out. Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Do you want me out?”

My eyes fly open. “No.”

The answer comes too fast. His expression shifts amused, but he doesn’t comment.

“What do you need?” he asks again.

My cheeks burn so hot it hurts. I stare at the ceiling past him.

“If I come again,” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, “I feel like I’m going to—”

I stop.

Absolutely not. I cannot say this.

“I know, I can feel it, princesa.”

“No. You don’t know. I feel like I’m going to pee,” I rush out, horrified. “It feels weird, and it’s embarrassing, so please don’t look at me like that.”

I close my eyes. The room goes painfully quiet. Luciano doesn’t move. I still can’t look at him.

My wrists ache against the silk. My body is shaking. He’s still inside me, thick and unmoving, and I’ve never felt more exposed in my life.

His voice comes softer than I expect.

“Look at me, Elena.”