Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,109

and remove my vibrator from the top drawer. I feel his dark gaze on me as I climb onto the bed and settle into the pillows, the buzz of the vibrator cutting into the tense silence as I close my eyes and bring the vibrating head to my soaked panties. I press it against my aching clit, and my lost orgasm roars back to life with fierce intensity.

I hear his breath hitch in his throat.

Feel his dark energy ignite.

And it all excites me beyond belief.

I bite down on my lip and start to moan because fuck, this feels good. I’ve never done anything like this in front of a man, and it’s making me so damn hot. Not to mention wet and needy.

“Oh God…” I moan.

Close to coming, I glance over at Alessandro. He carves his hand through his dark hair and struggles to swallow, the other hand gripping the edge of the dresser so tightly he is white knuckled.

I sigh with pleasure as the beautiful bliss between my thighs builds and builds with every vibration against my achy clit. I hear Alessandro growl and the sudden hiss of his inhale as he wrestles with his desire. His smugness is gone, vanquished by a raw need as he watches me give myself the orgasm he so cruelly denied me. Suddenly my body tightens with pleasure, my legs stiffen and my toes anchor into the mattress beneath me. I cry out as my climax hits with a ferocious force, sending me deeper into the pillows, my body trembling, my mind drenched in ecstasy.

Floating back to Earth, I start to laugh.

I sit up and glance over to my husband. He looks like a man undone. His eyes are molten with heat, and the front of his pants are tented by his massive erection. He stalks toward me, his face stiff with lust, his mouth slack with uncontrollable need.

I climb off the bed before he can reach it and step toward him. As I lean in, my palm glides over the rigid outline of his erection and he groans.

My lips brush his ear. “I’ll consider this battle won.”

And feeling smug, I walk away.

15

Alessandro

“She might actually be the death of me,” I say to Cristian as I glance out the window and watch the city roll past. We’re in the back of the limousine, on our way to a meeting across town.

I should have my mind on the meeting agenda. But I’ve lost focus.

I’m distracted.

By her.

The woman I now call my wife.

The woman with a raging inferno of resentment in her heart.

The woman I’ve been jerking off to in the shower every day.

We’ve been married for a little over two weeks and lying next to her warm body in bed every night has kept my head screwed on backward and my dick hard.

We should be on our honeymoon. A little island off the coast of Italy where there would be no distractions. No hesitations. Just us.

I’d hoped the time away would improve things between us.

But again, I had misjudged her. A honeymoon at this point isn’t going to work. Forcing her to be alone with me isn’t going to work. Telling her to do anything when she didn’t want to… Isn’t. Going. To. Work.

“You knew she was going to be a handful,” Cristian says with a grin. One that tells me that he loves the idea of her torturing me because he thinks I deserve it for what I’ve done. And he’s right, of course. What I’ve done is fucked up. But it was a necessity.

“I know, but I think I might have underestimated just how passionately she hates me.”

Cristian chuckles. “She’s not shy about showing you either.”

No.

And I have a serious case of blue balls to show for it.

After watching her pleasure herself, I’ve been walking around with a permanent fucking hard-on.

I need to force her out of my head, so I try to focus on the view outside the window, instead.

I love this city. I get intoxicated by its thrumming energy. Its smells. Its vibe. Its insomniac vitality.

But my heart belongs back home.

I’m only here for Bella.

In my wildest dreams we leave all of this behind us.

All of it.

If I could just make her remember…

If she could just let herself feel what I know is still in her heart…

My phone rings. It’s the doorman from my apartment building.

My face pales as I listen to his words. “Someone has just kidnapped Bella.”

16

Bella

Blackness.

I only become aware of the nothingness as I slowly rise out