Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 38

REINA

My heart stopped. I froze. How long had he been standing there?

His voice.

My head snapped toward the doorway, and there he was—Donico—standing there, half in shadow, watching . His eyes were dark, unreadable, but the edge in his tone made my whole body tense.

"You’re about to fuck your pussy with your fingers, princess. Who’s it for?" he asked again, quieter this ti, but dead serious. "My son? The man you just called?"

I swallowed hard, heat rising to my face. "You shouldn’t be in here."

He didn’t move. "Answer ."

I could hear my pulse in my ears. Every part of was on fire, half from excitent, half from anger that he was making feel ashad.

So I looked him straight in the eye. "Maybe it’s not for anyone. Maybe it’s for whoever’s available."

His jaw clenched. I could see his fingers curl at his sides, his chest rising and falling with each slow, deliberate breath.

"If I hadn’t shown up at that bar," he said through his teeth, the bastard finally going to say what had been bothering him, "would it have been for that guy instead?"

I smirked, though my heart was racing. "Maybe. He was about to take right there, rember?"

That did it.

He moved before I could even blink, fast, sudden, like sothing inside him snapped. He grabbed by the wrist, and before I could protest, I was over his shoulder, my hair falling forward, the world tilting.

"Donico!" I gasped, hitting his back lightly with my fist. "Put down!"

He didn’t. If course, he never listened to him. Arrogant bastard.

"You really don’t know when to stop, do you?" he said, his voice low but seething. "You think this is a ga? You think ssing with is fun?"

His grip on my thighs tightened, not painfully, but enough to make gasp. Every word ca out through clenched teeth.

"You talk like you want to be treated like everyone else. But you don’t."

"Let go!" I shouted again, squirming, even though a part of didn’t really want him to. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. My pussy rubbing against his hard chest.

He stopped walking suddenly, his breath harsh against my skin. "You keep pushing ," he said, voice almost breaking. "One day, you’ll push too far. And I’ll fuck you over, Reina. I promise you."

The silence that followed was deafening.

I didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

I felt the tremor in his hand where it held . I could feel how tense he was—like he was fighting himself. And maybe that was what scared the most.

He stord into the building, the door slamming shut behind us with a deafening bang as his boot kicked it closed. I was still flung over his shoulder, his arm locked around my waist, one large hand gripping my ass so tightly it nearly slipped between the curve of my cheeks.

"Donico—" I gasped, my palms pounding weakly against his back. "I’m going to fall!"

But he didn’t slow down. He climbed the stairs like a man possessed—each step heavy, furious, echoing through the walls. The air around him pulsed with rage, thick enough to choke on. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, and for a second, I didn’t know if it was fear or sothing far more dangerous that made my pulse race.

When he finally reached the landing, he stopped. His breath ca hard and uneven, brushing against my bare skin. Then, with a rough exhale, he set down. But his hand didn’t leave . His palm stayed pressed against my hip, his thumb grazing over my wrist as if he couldn’t decide whether to drag closer or shove away.

I looked up at him, trying to catch my breath. The anger that had burned in his eyes monts ago was gone—replaced by sothing darker, deeper. It wasn’t fury anymore. It was hunger. Confusion. Restraint battling desire.

The tension between us was a live wire, sparking in the small space. I could feel the heat of him, could still sll the faint trace of smoke and leather that clung to his clothes. My lips parted, my voice caught sowhere between a plea and a whisper I couldn’t form.

He took one small, deliberate step toward . His voice ca low, rough, like gravel dragged across velvet. "You make lose control, Reina."

My chest tightened. The words stabbed into my chest harder than a shard of glass.

I wanted to speak, to tell him sothing—anything—but all I managed was a shallow breath. My throat was dry, my knees unsteady. He looked at for a heartbeat longer, eyes flickering down my face as if he’s imagining the ruin he was going to do to . To my body.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away—his footsteps fading down the hall while I stood there, shaking. My heart pounded against my ribs, wild and uneven. Every inch of my body buzzed with the ghost of his touch, caught between fear... and sothing far more dangerous.

The fact that he had brought to his office, instead of his bedroom, and the fact that I didn’t know what he had planned to do with , made so excited I could feel my pussy dripping with juice.