DONICO’POV
I couldn’t sleep.
I didn’t even try.
The mont I stepped into my building and slamd the door shut behind , I already knew there’d be no peace tonight. I didn’t bother with the lights. Just dropped my coat, loosened my tie, and stalked toward the bar like a man possessed.
My hand shook as I poured the scotch. Not because of nerves but because of her.
Reina.
The image had burned into my brain like a permanent fucking brand.
On her knees. Her lips stretched around my cock, her moans humming down my shaft. Her wide, wet eyes locked on mine like I was God.
And maybe I was for that mont.
Because she worshipped .
And I let her.
I ca in her mouth. Told her to swallow. Watched her lick it clean like the obedient little whore she turned out to be.
And fuck , I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.
I downed the glass in one shot.
I didn’t hate it.
I should’ve hated it. She was my son’s wife. The woman I was supposed to see as family, off-limits. I should’ve felt guilt, disgust, sothing other than the goddamn throbbing in my pants.
But I didn’t.
All I felt was need.
My cock was hard as a pipe again. Just rembering how she looked up at with flushed cheeks and tears in her lashes had aching like a teenager. Her lips were swollen. Her mouth was so fucking perfect. And when I called her a good girl?
She whimpered like she was coming.
"Fuck you, Donico."
I growled under my breath, tossing the empty glass at the wall. It shattered, but I didn’t flinch.
I needed to get her out of my head.
Needed to get off.
So I made a call.
Eva. One of the usuals. Pretty, tight, trained. She’d never disappointed before.
"Reina, what are you doing to ?" I groaned out imdiately I dropped the call.
A few minutes later, there was a sound of car driving into the villa.
Eva arrived quickly, as she always did, dressed like she was expecting to be bent over the mont she walked in. I didn’t even say hello just pointed to the floor beside the couch.
"Knees."
Her smile stretched. "Rough night, Mr. Gravano?"
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
But the mont she unzipped my pants and wrapped her lips around , I knew it was useless.
She wasn’t her.
Eva’s mouth was too wet, too eager. Her movents too rehearsed. There was no trembling. No hesitation. No sinful innocence to corrupt.
No Reina.
"Stop," I snapped, pushing her away.
She looked up in confusion. "Did I—"
"Out."
She blinked. "But—"
"Get out, Eva. Now."
I threw so bills at her. She took them, pouted, and left.
The second the door clicked shut, I dragged a hand over my face and stord into my office. I powered on my laptop, ignoring the files, the red-flagged emails from the warehouse bust, the unfinished hit order from earlier. None of it mattered.
Not when I was this hard over her.
Over Reina.
My sexy as sin daughter-in-law.
I opened a hidden folder buried beneath layers of encryption. Labeled sothing innocent. HousePlans_22. But I knew what it really held.
Photos of Reina.
So from the estate’s security cams. So stolen from family albums. So I’d taken myself, discreetly, obsessively zood-in shots of her by the pool, bent over a chair, laughing with her hair down. Ones where her skirts rode too high, her shirt clung too tight, her towel slipped too low.
But the one I opened now?
That was my favorite.
It was grainy. Low-lit. A shot from the hallway cara last month. Reina in nothing but a towel, fresh out of the shower, biting her lip as she paused at the bedroom door.
Don’t even think about how I got my hand on it. I had had few caras secretly installed in there before I changed my mind and removed it just after two days of installing them.
My cock throbbed instantly.
Just thinking about how I had watched her bathing naked in the bathroom, while playing with her pussy, moaning my na softly so her husband wouldn’t hear.
I dropped into the chair, unzipped my pants, and fisted myself hard. The sound of skin against skin filled the room as I stared at her photo like it could co to life.
I imagined walking behind her that night. Pulling the towel away. Pushing her against the wall and shoving my cock between her thighs. Her gasps. Her struggle. Then surrender.
"Fuck," I muttered, speeding up.
I was so lost in the fantasy I didn’t hear the car at first.
But the engine was unmistakable.
My son’s car.
Pulling into his part of the villa.
And just like that sothing in snapped.
Jealousy.
Rage.
Possession.
Hatred.
My hand tightened around my cock.
He was going ho to her. To the mouth that I had claid just hours ago. To the body I’d tasted for the first ti and knew I’d never be able to forget.
Was he going to fuck her tonight?
Would she let him?
Would she be thinking about the entire ti?
The thought burned like acid and made harder all at once. My hips bucked. I stroked faster. The jealousy twisted into hunger. What if she moaned my na in her head while his cock was inside her?
What if she wished it was ?
"Yeah," I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing .
"Fuck, princess! Fuck, I’m going to co for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer.
I ca hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths.
But there was no peace after.
No satisfaction.
Only obsession.
I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work docunts. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.
I couldn’t focus.
All I could see was Reina.
All I could feel was the ghost of her mouth wrapped around .
And all I could think was—I wanted her again. And again and again until I could morize every line and curves of her body.
Not like before. Not quick. Not desperate. Not on her knees in her husband’s villa.
This ti?
I wanted her in my bed.
Naked.
Willing.
Moaning my na over and over until the whole fucking house knew she belonged to .
"You just wait, Reina. I’m going to make you regret ever teasing a man like ."
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