Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,166

pushes.

“Lila,” Magnolia calls her name through gritted teeth. “We can arrange for all your things to be sent here.” Her sister’s eyes are saying a thousand words telepathically to her.

“Sorry, you are right.” Lila shakes her head.

“Hey…” I lift her chin to look at me. “I’m sorry. I assumed you understood how this engagement worked.”

“I didn’t read the fine print.”

This makes me grin.

“Greyson, why don’t you set Lila’s sisters up in my guest quarters while Lila and I have a chat.”

Greyson’s eyes bounce between us, but he does as he is asked. The girls follow after him, and the door closes behind them.

Lila hops off the desk and begins to pace. “I don’t mean to be ungrateful over this engagement, but finding out I can’t go home really hit me.”

I take a couple of steps, pull Lila into my chest, and then place a kiss on her temple.

“I’m sorry. That must have been a shock. But yes, part of the arrangement was that you will live here straight after the engagement.” She nods her head. “If you’re worried about not seeing your mother again, then I can arrange for her to come here, or we can make a trip out to your family’s home if that doesn’t work.”

She pulls away and stares at me. “You would do that for me?”

“Of course. You’re soon to be my wife, and I would do anything for you.”

She reaches up on her toes and pulls me to her, sealing my words with a kiss. It doesn’t take long until the kiss turns heated, and my hands are exploring her body. Tiny, needy mews fall from her lips. I pick her up and deposit her on my desk, my hand pushing the material of her dress up as I nestle myself between her thighs.

“I’m on the pill,” she tells me.

Her words still me as I look at her lust-filled face. She falls back against her hands and widens her legs for me.

“That’s if you want to seal our engagement?” She raises a brow at me. Her fingers push open the material of her dress so I can see her bare pussy in front of me.

“Is that so?” Shucking off my tuxedo jacket and loosening my tie, she bites her bottom lip as she nods her head.

“And you want me bare, right?”

“You’re my fiancée now.”

She licks her bottom lip. “Seems like I am.”

Rolling up the sleeves of my white shirt, I take a deep breath.

“And what about Greyson? Should he be here, or is it just us at this moment?” she asks the question, which gives me another pause. Greyson and I haven’t had time to discuss how Lila fits into our lifestyle or even into our relationship. But he understands she’s my fiancée, and it’s my duty to service her.

“Don’t worry, we will be making it up to him later.” Giving her a wink, I watch as goosebumps lace her skin. I unbutton my pants and slowly unzip myself, my dick straining against the material. Then I release my dick from my briefs and fist him in my hand.

Lila’s eyes widen as she takes in my generous length while licking her lips again.

“You want this, Lila?”

“Yes.” Her answer is breathless.

“Show me how much you want this. Touch yourself. Run your fingers along your pussy and make sure they’re nice and wet for me.” As I continue stroking myself, I watch as her fingers slip through her folds. Her eyes close, and the tiniest moan falls from her lips as she slides through her wetness.

She’s so beautiful. So perfect. I never dreamed we would find someone like her. Someone so accepting.

Her fingers are coated with her wetness, and I can’t hang on anymore. I need to be inside of her. I take a step forward, and a grin falls across her face as she slides her fingers from her pussy and offers them to me. I suck them clean.

“Am I wet enough for you?” she asks.

I answer her with a growl because as my need takes over, I grab and pull her closer to me as the tip of my dick nudges at her entrance. We both look down between our legs, and with one massive thrust, we both watch as I enter her, both of us moaning at the joining.

“Yes.” Lila whimpers as her nails scrap down my back.

My fingers grip her hips as I enter Lila again, holding her tightly while I thrust wildly inside of her. She feels so good. Nice. Tight. Perfect.

“Harder,