Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,106

wrong with me?

He holds me that much closer to his body so I can feel the affect I am having on him.

“I look forward to learning just how talented you are.” His voice is rough around the edges.

“Slow down, buddy. This is a marriage in name only.”

His eyes linger on mine for a moment before he smiles. “You make sure you let me know if you change your mind.”

“Oh, I won’t change my mind. This marriage has already gone as far as it’s going. You got a wife. And I did as my father told me to do.”

13

Alessandro

“Are you completely insane?” my wife asks me.

We’re finally home from the reception, and she’s just learned about our sleeping arrangements.

“It’s in the contract,” I say calmly, walking to the bed and pulling back the covers.

About now, I’m guessing she’s telling herself to read the small print.

“Your apartment is huge… why force me to sleep in the same bed with you?”

“Are you going to fight me on everything?”

“Only the things I disagree with…” she says, then adds stubbornly, “and then some.”

“It will all make sense one day.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not that old chestnut. I swear, if you say it to me one more time, I will give you a lobotomy in your sleep.”

To shut her up, I peel off the rest of my clothes and stand fully naked in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she cries.

She sounds alarmed. Yet doesn’t look away. In fact, her eyes drag up and down my body, slowly, lingering over the thick cock hanging between my legs.

“I sleep naked,” I say.

“And I sleep alone,” she croaks.

Her eyes continue to stay on my cock. And it doesn’t surprise me to see her nipples have hardened to sharp points behind her t-shirt.

“Sleeping naked is the only way I can sleep.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles. Still looking. “Just keep your nakedness on your side of the bed.”

I climb between the sheets because her looking at me naked with her hard nipples and a ton of heat in her eyes is turning me on, and my cock is starting to swell with excitement.

She climbs in after me and immediately karate-chops the comforter so it forms a sarcophagus around her, like that is going to protect her from me.

She doesn’t have anything to worry about.

I’m not going to force anything else on her tonight.

Or ever.

Not like that.

I’m not fucking about that.

Okay, so I’ve forced her to marry me… well, backed her into a corner until she did. But that is only because she is too damn stubborn to see what we could have together.

But forcing anything else on her, forcing her to fuck me, I’m not that kind of guy.

Nobody should be that kind of guy.

But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

From lusting after her and fucking her ten different ways until Sunday in my head.

I’m fully hard now.

I try not to think about our kiss. About the sweet softness of her lips, or how she tasted. I try to forget how she whimpered against me as I took our kiss deeper, and how her fingers had twisted into my jacket because she wanted more.

I’m aching to touch her.

To take her in my arms and kiss her until she is breathless.

I want to feel her beneath me.

I want to hear her moans in my ears and my name on those sweet lips as I make her come, over and over again.

It’s torture.

I hear her breathing even out, and when I glance over, I see she’s asleep. Her eyes are closed, her luscious, full lips slightly parted, her breasts slowly rising and falling.

I can’t take it. I roll out of bed and disappear into the bathroom. I need to come. I need to give myself the release my tight body is begging for.

I take my cock in my hand, and slowly pull my palm up and down along the thick shaft. The pleasure is immediate, and I let out a deep moan.

I walk to the bathtub and sit on the edge, pumping from base to tip, and moaning because it feels so damn good.

It’s the creak of the door that grabs my attention, and I glance over through hooded lids.

Bella is behind the door and she’s watching me.

I should be startled.

I should pretend this is something that it’s not.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

But I’ve come too far to stop.

I’m close to coming.

And let’s face it, wild horses aren’t going to drag my hand off my dick at this point when I’m this close to lift