Page 319 of Reign

The sound of it hitting the floor seems too loud in the quiet room.

One hand slides up to claim my breast while the other reaches between us. I hear him open his pants, then feel the heavy head of his cock press against me from behind.

He widens his stance and bends his knees, the platform putting me exactly where he needs me.

He doesn’t tease.

Luciano pushes into me in one hard, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt while his arm wraps around my waist and holds me against him.

I cry out. The chains rattle above my head.

The stretch is sudden and overwhelming, thick and deep and so fucking good that my toes curl against the platform.

“Fuck, look at how perfectly you take me.” His mouth is against my ear, his voice rough with it. “This tight little pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it? So wet for me already. So good.”

He fucks me hard from the beginning, each deep thrust rocking me forward against the chains. Every time he bottoms out, I feel him in my stomach. The impact punches a broken gasp from me as heat spreads through my body. My arms pull uselessly at the cuffs when another thrust drives the air from my lungs in a shaky moan.

His hand tightens around my breast. His fingers pinch my nipple in time with his hips while his other hand slips between my legs and finds my clit.

A sound slips out of me—high and needy and annoyingly obvious. I feel my face heat even while I’m already clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he says. “Let me feel you. Let me hear you.”

I’m already close.

The cuffs, the heat lingering across my skin, the helplessness of being held open while he talks me through every second of it. It all builds too quickly.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” he growls against my neck. “Taking every inch like you were built for this. Look how pretty you are, all chained up and full of me. My perfect girl. My perfect little slut when you need it.”

His fingers move faster over my clit. His cock drives deeper.

The pleasure is sharp and liquid, rolling through me in waves that make my knees threaten to give.

“I want you to come for me now. I want to feel this tight pussy squeeze me while I fill you up.” His arm tightens around me. “Come on, Elena. Give it to me. Let go. I’ve got you.”

The orgasm crashes through me with a cry, my walls clenching hard around him as my hands pull against the cuffs. The chains jerk and rattle overhead.

Luciano groans against my neck. His hips slam into me one final time as he follows, burying himself deep and coming hard.

He stays there afterward.

Still inside me. Still holding me.

One hand gently cups my breast while the other strokes slow circles over my stomach. His breathing is heavy against the back of my neck, but his hold has softened.

“So good,” he murmurs. “Such a good pretty girl for me.”

He doesn’t pull out until the shaking begins to ease.

And even then, he keeps one arm wrapped around me while he reaches up to release the first cuff.

***

Sunlight pours through the kitchen windows and stretches across the marble island, bright and warm and entirely too inviting.

The pool glitters beyond the glass doors.

I’ve looked at it at least fifteen times since sitting down.