Page 242 of Reign

My nipples tighten beneath my top.

Then Throne pulls out his cock.

Whoa.

My breath catches loudly enough that Luciano’s fingers tighten against my neck.

I don’t know whether he’s reminding me to breathe or telling me to stop staring at Throne’s dick.

Probably both.

Throne grabs the woman by the hair.

The first slap snaps her face to the side.

My entire body jolts.

Oh no.

That is where she and I separate.

He strikes her again—sharp, loud, deliberate—then spits directly onto her face.

Her face.

She smiles like it’s the best thing that’s happened to her all night.

The spitting should probably bother me more than it does.

I’m not examining that right now.

The slapping is still a no. I like my face. I spend money on products for my face. Nobody is hitting it.

Throne releases her hair and reaches toward the table beside him.

He picks up a black-handled device fitted with a glass tip.

The glass comes alive with violet light.

A sharp crackle cuts through the room as a thin arc of electricity jumps from the tip.

What the fuck is that?

Throne draws it slowly along the woman’s thigh. Tiny sparks leap against her skin, and her entire body bows in the ropes. She cries out, then immediately twists toward it when he lifts it away.

Oh, she wants it again.

Throne gives it to her, dragging the crackling light across the already reddened skin of her ass.

Absolutely not.

I reach up and tap Luciano’s wrist twice.

His hand leaves my neck immediately. His arm closes around my waist, drawing me against him as he guides me quietly away from the railing.

The moment we’re alone, he turns me toward him.

“Color?”