Page 440 of Reign

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. More of a reaction.”

“I’m having one.”

Her gaze drops briefly before returning to my face.

I carry the bowl to the sink.

“You gave me the day, princesa.” I rinse the cold coconut water from my fingers. “I decide when I take it.”

She slides down from the island.

“Luciano.”

“Go change into a dress you don’t mind ruining.”

I glance at her over my shoulder.

“No panties.”

Her breath catches.

I turn back toward the sink. “Go on with your morning.”

***

She’s been restless all morning.

I watch her from the doorway of her office while she hangs the last length of dark emerald fabric against the far wall. The dress she chose is soft and pale, moving against her thighs whenever she reaches.

No panties.

I checked when she walked past me earlier.

She knows I’m watching.

Every time she looks over her shoulder and finds me still there, something tightens in her expression. Annoyance. Want. The quiet frustration of a girl who gave me free use and then spent two hours wondering when I would finally take it.

I like the way she pretends to focus on the fabric while her thighs press together beneath the thin skirt.

I leave her like that for another twenty minutes.

When I return, she’s standing at the worktable pinning a seam. She looks up only when I close the door.

Her eyes narrow. “Finally.”

I walk to her without speaking, take the pin from her fingers, and place it on the table.

Then I tip her chin up with two fingers.

“Kneel.”

Her lips part slightly. She does it perfectly.

The way I trained her.

Her dress pools around her open thighs, hands folded neatly behind her back. Her eyes are already soft and waiting.