Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,78

falls from her mouth is enough to destroy every shred of self-control I’m clinging to.

“Fuck,” I rasp, my hands shoving her dress up as I drop to my knees and tear her panties off.

Emilia grips my hair and arches her back against the window when my tongue finds her clit. “Yes. Oh, God yes.”

I could lose myself in her cunt for hours.

Parting her with my thumbs, I push my tongue inside her.

I’ve thought of this moment for two years. I couldn’t get enough of her back then, and I know for fucking sure this won’t come close to being enough today. I want to bury my dick in her, but I won’t until she begs for that. And if I know Emilia well, those words aren’t going to come easily.

Pulling my hair, she holds my face against her, keeping my mouth on her. I eat her while swiping the pad of my thumb over her asshole, working the tip of it inside.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Fuck.”

She comes, uttering words I barely make out while I continue working her ass and sucking and licking her.

When she tries to push me away, I growl, “No.”

“Oh, God, no,” she says, writhing against me. “I can’t….”

“You can,” I growl again, running my tongue through her wetness.

“Javier.” My name is a plea on her lips as her hands scrunch in my hair, gripping me tightly. And then she shatters again, this time harder, more completely. So fucking beautifully.

Her body sags and I swiftly lift her into my arms and place her on the sofa. Looking down at her, I ask, “How much longer will your work here take?”

She meets my gaze, surprise flickering in her eyes. “Twenty minutes probably.”

“You have half an hour.” With that, I exit her office and find Bruno. “I’ll be in the car. Bring her down in half an hour. And don’t fucking take no for an answer.”

7

Emilia

I glance at Javier in the bathroom mirror as I apply my lipstick. He enters the room with his phone to his ear, his eyes to me. They’re always on me. I can’t escape him if I try. And damn him, just over twenty-four hours into this new relationship with him, and my urge to escape is quickly disappearing.

He’s barely spoken to me this afternoon after forcing me to leave my office with him. He’s also barely let me out of his sight. I’m both frustrated and aroused. And confused as hell.

He finishes his call and moves behind me at the vanity, trailing his eyes down my body. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“I’m ready.” Physically, but not emotionally. There’s a lot riding on this dinner and I’m not convinced I’m well prepared for it.

“Good.” The tension lining his face eases a little.

As he turns to leave, I say, “I’m nervous about tonight.”

He stops and gives me his attention again. “Why?” His voice holds no trace of trepidation. Javier has always been so sure of himself and his place in the world. His confidence is one of the things I’ve always been attracted to.

“There’s a lot of bad blood between our families, Javier. My brothers. Your brothers. It’s a lot of uncertainty and I don’t love the fact so much of it has come to rest on my shoulders.”

“Our fathers want this to work, Emilia. I want this to work. The cartel needs it to. Our brothers will fall into line. All you have to do is go through with the marriage.”

I arch my brows. “You make it sound so simple when it’s far from that.”

“It’s not far from that,” he states, like this is a simple fucking formula.

“How would you feel if the life you’ve spent over a decade building was suddenly challenged? If you had to change the way you live to help stop further bloodshed? I’m not sure you understand the weight I feel of all this.”

“You forget I’m marrying you too, dulzura. You aren’t the only one making sacrifices here.”

“Maybe not, but I’m the one with the loss of control. I’m the one who has to bow down to her husband.”

“You don’t know the meaning of bow down. Let’s not get carried away.”

“God, you are so fucking arrogant. I thought maybe we could attempt a useful conversation, but I see I was wrong.”

I push past him, but he wraps his hand around my wrist and yanks me back, flush against his body. His nostrils flare as he says, “Tonight is not the night to test me.” His arm comes around my