Page 482 of Reign

Her thighs begin to tremble. Her breathing loses its rhythm. Every stroke pulls another whimper from her.

I stop.

Elena groans in frustration.

I hold her fully seated, denying her even the smallest movement. Her walls pulse around my cock, desperate for the friction I’ve taken away.

“Luciano,” she pouts.

I press my mouth to the corner of that perfect pout. “What do you need?”

“You know what I need.”

“I want to hear you say it,” I breathe out.

Her eyes narrow, but the effect is weakened by her trembling mouth and the flush consuming her skin.

“Make me come.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please.”

I wait.

Her glare becomes lethal. I nearly laugh.

“Please make me come on your cock.”

“Better.”

I move her once, grinding her clit hard against me.

Her head falls forward.

I catch her hair and lift it again.

“Eyes on me.”

“Tyrant.”

“Look at me, Elena.”

Her eyes lock on mine.

“That collar is around your throat because you asked me to put it there.” My thumb moves over her pulse beneath the leather. “The hand wearing my ring is tied behind your back because you allowed it.”

I lift her and bring her down hard.

She cries my name.

“You trusted me with every part of this.” Another stroke. “Now you’re going to let me watch what it does to you.”

“Yes, Luciano,” she moans.

“That’s it.” I drive into her again. “Come exactly where I put you.”

I grind her clit against me and order, “Come!”