Page 489 of Reign

That silences me.

His thumb strokes slowly along my side.

“I notice every man who looks too long,” he continues. “I remember his face. Occasionally, I make certain he remembers his manners.”

“What does that mean?”

“It varies.”

I search his eyes. “Are you killing people?”

“But I trust you,” he says ignoring my question. “You choose what you wear. You go wherever you want. I would never punish you because another man lacks self-control.”

My irritation softens despite my best efforts.

“You never even mention it.”

“Why would I? Anyone who sees you knows you belong to me.”

I lift my hand between us, letting the diamond catch the light. “Now they do. What about before the ring?”

His expression changes again.

The amusement becomes something darker. Quieter.

“I am talking about before the ring.”

“How would anyone have known before the ring?”

Luciano bends until his mouth is beside my ear.

“Because you left my bed smelling like my skin, wearing my marks, or with my cum still between your thighs.” His hand tightens at my waist. “What exactly did you think another man was going to misunderstand?”

Oh.

He draws back far enough to see my face.

“There,” he says softly. “Is that enough jealousy for you?”

“That was obscene.”

“You asked.”

“I was asking about my dress.”

“The dress is indecent.”

My eyebrows rise.

Luciano looks at it again, entirely unhurried. “Wear it.”

The intercom sounds before I can answer.

“Miss Moretti has arrived,” a member of the staff announces.

Luciano kisses me once more, slow enough to make me forget what I intended to say.

Then he releases me.