Page 446 of Reign

The desk shifts beneath us.

“Fuck—okay.” Her voice breaks. “Please. Please make me come.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I change the angle of her hips, drawing them higher until every thrust drags across the place that makes her fall apart.

Her cries climb immediately.

Her legs begin to shake. Helpless little sounds spill from her with every stroke, and when she says my name, it comes out strained.

“I know, I know, pretty girl.” I watch her face turn against the desk. “I know exactly what you need.”

I tighten my grip on her hair.

“Go ahead. Soak the floor.”

I release her hip and open the shallow drawer beside her. The bullet is exactly where I left it.

I take it out and switch it on.

Elena gasps at the sound.

I reach around her and press the vibration directly against her clit.

“Oh, Luciano!”

I keep fucking her.

Every stroke drives her against the bullet. I have to clench my jaw to keep from coming before she does.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “Give it to me.”

She starts to squirt.

Warmth runs down her thighs and splashes against the hardwood beneath us in messy pulses.

I keep the bullet against her clit and drive into the same spot while she soaks the floor.

“Yes. That’s it.” My voice turns ragged. “That’s a pretty girl. All over the fucking floor, Elena. Make a goddamn mess for me.”

She moans my name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Her pussy clamps around me in hard, rhythmic pulses.

That’s enough to destroy what remains of my control. I bury myself deep and come inside her with a guttural groan.

For several seconds, neither of us moves.

I turn off the bullet and place it on the desk. My grip loosens in her hair, fingers sliding gently through the strands before my palm travels down her back.

Her knees are trembling.

I ease my cock out of her slowly.

She whimpers at the loss.

I tuck myself away, pull several tissues from the box on my desk, and clean her gently between the legs. Once she’s dry, I smooth her dress over her hips.