Reign: A Romance Anthology

by Nina Levine

  “What’s wrong?” she puffs out as she tries to catch her breath.

  I lean my forehead against hers, trying to catch mine. “Princess, while I’d love nothing more than to rip that dress off you and be balls deep inside you, your dad and friends are out there. While he was happy for me to be here at this party, I don’t think he’d be happy if I defiled his daughter in a… in a”—I look around, trying to work out what room we are in—“where are we?” I chuckle.

  “It’s a storage room for tables and chairs for events. My dad owns this hotel, so I know all the hiding spots.”

  “Is that so? So, have you brought someone else in here?” Jealousy rears, and so does my cock as she shakes her head.

  “Not in here.”

  She slowly rubs her body against me until her lips find mine again.

  “You don’t play fair.”

  She bites my lip as she lifts her leg up around my thigh. My hand finds the back of her knee, her skin silky soft. I pull her leg up even higher, until her knee rests over my hip, opening her up for me even more. Her dress pushes up, giving me a perfect view of her bare thigh and the edge of black, sheer panties. The material is so delicate, it looks as if I could tear it straight from her body. With my arm around her back, supporting her and holding her flush against my body, I release my grip on her knee and run my palm up the underside of her thigh. My fingers barely touch the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as I glide them higher and higher. She pants, turning me on to the point of crazy. I slam my lips down on hers, drinking in the sounds she’s making. Tightening my grip on her waist, the other hand gripping her upper thigh, I lift her, just enough to move us away from the door, pushing her back up against the wall. The heat from her pussy hits my cock through my pants, and I can’t help myself. I grind my dick against her, needing friction. Sofia moans into my mouth, and my finger on her upper thigh glides over the lips of her pussy, the delicate fabric of her panties wet and clinging to her. It’s almost too much for my body to handle.

  Now it’s my turn to moan.

  She fumbles with my belt, but I stop her, taking her wrists in one of my hands. I lift them above her head, pinning them to the wall. The new position stretches her body, her back arching and pushing her breasts toward me. I capture her moan with my mouth, then rain open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, stopping when I reach the curve of her tits. The tiny strap of her dress barely holds her in. I ease the thin strap down over her shoulder, letting it rest on her upper arm. I’m mesmerized by her hard nipples, clearly visible through the fabric of her gown. I need to see more of her, feel more of her. My free hand slides over her breast, squeezing at the same time. I pull the fabric down, exposing one rosy nipple to the air. Her chest rises and falls at a rapid rate, her eyes closed, head slightly tipped back, lips parted in pleasure. She’s stunning.

  I latch on to her nipple, sucking and nibbling, still watching her face as she bites her lip and groans. My hand slides down her stomach, under her bunched-up dress, and straight into her panties. She’s soaked. My fingers circle her clit as her legs start to shake. I tighten my grip on her wrists and increase my speed and pressure on her bundle of nerves. I don’t give her time to think and slide my fingers inside her. She cries out, her inner walls contracting, pulling me deeper inside of her. I start to move my finger, slowly at first, in and out of her repeatedly. Drawing out, I circle her entrance, enticing another moan from her parted lips. I slide in another finger, stretching her and increasing my pace. She’s panting almost uncontrollably now. I grind the palm of my hand against her clit with each inward stroke of my fingers.

  Seeing her lost in bliss like this has my dick so hard and ready for release. If she so much as touched me, I would blow my load. But this isn’t about me, this moment is about me giving her pleasure. When I feel her pussy start to spasm around my fingers, I know she’s almost there. I lower my mouth to her breast, run my tongue over her nipple, then bite down. Sofia explodes, screaming my name. Recapturing her mouth, I stop her from shouting out her release and bringing attention to us.

  I let go of her arms above her head, keeping my lips on hers. Her leg drops down, heavily, so I wrap my arms around her waist to support her.

  “Mm.” She ends the kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

  I chuckle. “I’ve missed you too. I never thought I’d have you in my arms ever again, let alone coming all over my fingers.” I kiss her nose and help her straighten her dress. “Let’s get you back to the party before they miss you.”

  She smiles at me, looking flushed and sated, and it feels good knowing I put that look on her beautiful face.

  Adjusting my still-hard cock in my pants, I open the door and peek at ends of the hallway. Seeing no one, I take Sofia’s hand and walk her back to the party.

  Walking into the ballroom, Maya waves us down by the bar. We change direction and head toward her.

  She smirks. “Where have you two been? Your hair’s looking a bit mussed up there, Jett.” She points to Sofia, her eyebrow cocked. “Your dress needs straightening.” She takes it upon herself to help Sofia with her dress.

  “Oh, like you can talk.” Sofia points to Maya’s smudged lipstick, then turns to the guy with her. “Nice shade of lipstick you have on there, Brad, it really suits your complexion.”

  He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking not the least bit concerned that he’s wearing his wife’s lipstick. I think I like this guy already.

  We all laugh.

  “At least we’re married,” Maya retorts, shrugging her shoulders.

  “I’m Jett,” I say, offering my hand to Maya’s husband.

  “Brad.”

  “I think we need drinks,” Maya says, turning around to face the bar.

  After collecting our drinks, we move to the corner of the bar, so other people can order, when someone knocks into me from behind, making me splash my drink over us before it falls from my hand.

  “Watch where you’re fucking going.” I hear slurred with venom from behind me.

  I go to turn around and say, “no worries” when Sofia shoves past me, pushing the guy back with enough force to make him stumble.

  “Really, Thomas?”

  I grab her around the waist, pulling her to me. Seeing in person the guy she was supposed to marry, and knowing what he has put her through, makes me want to connect my fist to his face.

  I whisper in her ear “It’s okay Sofia, it was just a drink.” I glare at the guy, knowing it was far from an accident.

  “I think you should walk away,” I say through gritted teeth.

  He ignores me and looks directly at Sofia, then sneers. “You break up with me, and within days you’re all cozy with another man.”

  Brad steps between us. “Thomas, man, I think you should go.”

  He glares at him for a minute before saying, “It was you.” He starts pushing Brad. “You did this. You stole it. Why didn't I see this earlier? You bastard, you ruined everything.”

  Security heads our way, but I hold tight to a wriggling Sofia in my arms. I nip her earlobe to distract her before murmuring, “If I let you go are you going to attack him again?”

  She stops wriggling, the fight leaving her, and shakes her head as security reaches us.

  “Is everything okay here, Miss Winters?”

  “I think Mr. Peters here is in need of some fresh air. Can you escort him out, please?” Brad says with a controlled yet assertive tone.

  Yep, knew I was going to like this guy.

  The large security guy places a hand on Thomas’s arm.

  “Get your hands off me. I have every right to be here!” Thomas slurs, but doesn’t fight anymore when he realizes he’s drawn the attention from people around us. “I was about to leave anyway,” he adds, then stumbles his way to the nearest exit door.

  The security guys trail him.

  The guy behind the bar brings us new drinks. “Thought you might need these.”

  We thank him and th
en the girls raise their glasses to toast.

  “To finally being rid of that douchebag,” Maya says.

  “And to Brad for making that possible,” Sofia finishes.

  I tilt my head, not understanding what she means. “I think there’s a story there.”

  “There is,” Maya says. “And it’s a good one.”

  We clink our glasses and drink.

  “Maybe you and Jett should go have that chat now,” Maya says, snuggling into her husband's arms.

  I look at Sofia, who smiles at me. “Let me say goodnight to my parents. I’ll be right back.” She lifts up on her toes and kisses my cheek before her tight ass sways while she walks away.

  “Okay, buddy.” Maya pulls me to face her.

  Brad’s expression is stern.

  Fuck, what did I miss?

  “We know your brother is like some badass biker dude and all, and could probably murder us, and they would never find our bodies, but—”

  I piss myself laughing, holding on to my stomach.

  “What she’s trying to say is, no matter who your brother is, you do anything to hurt our girl, there will be problems. I’m a PI, I know how to make things look like an accident.”

  I stop my laughter and look between the two of them. Yep, I definitely like these two.

  I nod. “I will never intentionally hurt her. She’s a light I’ve never had in my life, and I want to see where this goes.”

  A hand slides around my waist. “What’s with the serious faces?”

  I wrap my arm around her waist, too, and kiss her forehead. “Nothing at all. I’m just getting to know your friends.”

  She puts her hand to my chest. “You're so full of it.” She turns to Maya and Brad, hugging them both.

  I shake Brad’s hand and am surprised when Maya hugs me.

  “You take care of my girl.”

  I pull back and wink at her. “Always.”

  Taking Sofia’s hand in mine, we leave the ballroom. When we get to the foyer, I lead her to the revolving door, but she breaks away from me and heads to the elevators.

  I stay where I am. “Sofia?”

  She pulls out what looks like a hotel room key and presses the button. “You see, whenever we’re here for this event, we always stay in one of the suites, as it can be a long night.” The doors ping before opening. She puts her arm in, keeping the door open. “You coming?”

  “Not before you, I won’t.”

  She giggles as a blush tints her checks and her blue eyes flash with excitement. I stride after her and lift her into my arms. She squeals as the doors close when my lips crush hers.

  “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

  “Me too, princess. Me too.”

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  Corinne Mazille was born and raised in Melbourne Australia, where she currently resides with my family. She had just got back into reading when her daughter was little, one after another, constantly with a book in hand. One thing led to another, and after reading so many books in so many different genres, she thought she would try her hand at writing and fell in love with it. Publishing and sharing my books with you all was the next step in becoming an Author. When she's not immersed in the book world, she loves watching movies she also has a huge love of makeup and Disney, which she has passed on to her daughter too.

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