Page 271 of Reign

Luciano’s mouth shifts. “Did you imagine I required a constant rotation of women to remain functional?”

“I don’t know. You own sex clubs.”

“I own restaurants too. I don’t spend every evening consuming the entire menu.”

A laugh escapes me.

“That comparison was terrible.”

“It was accurate.”

“Were you sleeping with everyone before?”

“Not everyone.”

“That wasn’t a strong denial.”

“I had scene partners when I wanted them.” His fingers continue their slow movement along my side. “When business becomes demanding, it consumes my attention. I’m capable of keeping my cock in my pants, princesa.”

“Huh.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m adjusting my opinion of you.”

“Positively?”

“I haven’t decided.”

He spears another raspberry.

I open my mouth for it.

His attention lingers there before he draws the empty fork back.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you were with someone who wasn’t me?”

I roll my eyes. “Do you want me to tell you that you were my first again? We know this, Luciano.”

“We know I was your first.” His thumb moves higher along my waist. “We also know you’ve been jealous of one piece of glitter for weeks.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“You remembered its exact location on my shirt.”

“I remember everything.”

“And Ryatt?”

My body goes still. “What about him?”

“He watched you through most of the wedding reception.” Luciano returns the fork to the bowl. “Then he refused to leave your side at the airport.”

Damn it.