Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 52

REINA

After fucking my mouth in the shower and cumming down my throat, Donico left to shower, claiming he had sothing urgent to take care of.

When I ca out wrapped in a towel, my phone was vibrating on the nightstand.

Father-in-law: Co outside when you’re ready.

No "pet na this ti." No emoji. Just an order, like always.

I sighed, half annoyed, half amused. Typical.

I dressed quickly—high-waisted jeans, a beige top, my hair loose around my shoulders. I put on light makeup, enough to look alive but not like I was trying too hard. I was nervous, though. My hands wouldn’t stay still.

When I stepped outside, I froze.

Donico was standing beside a sleek black car parked right in front of my building. Not his usual car—this one had a big silver bow tied around the hood.

He looked impossibly put-together, as usual. Black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the kind of watch that probably cost more than my life. The sight of him made my stomach do that annoying flip thing again.

When did he even have the ti to dress up to look this good?

"Good morning," I said carefully, walking toward him.

Didn’t want any of the workers to know that my father-in-law just left my building since last night. Not like they were going to say a word if they knew, anyway.

Donico turned, and his face softened the mont our eyes t. That was the thing about Donico lately—he wasn’t cold with anymore. He didn’t hide the way he looked at , the way his whole mood shifted when I was around.

"Morning, bella," he said, his voice smooth but with a hint of sothing unspoken. His lips curved upward into a sly smirk. "You sleep well?"

He probably enjoyed teasing . No pun intended.

I shrugged. "I’m not sure. My body feels like it fought a war."

A small smile tugged at his mouth, but he didn’t comnt. Instead, he gestured toward the car. "I left in a rush to inspect this baby and I have been dying for you to co see it. I have been dying to see the look on your face when you see it."

I frowned. "My face when I saw what?"

"The car," he said simply, stepping closer. "It’s yours, baby."

I blinked. "Mine?"

"Yes." His smile widened just slightly. "Your car isn’t as new as I’d love to, it’s started to give an annoying sound, rember? So I fixed that."

I stared at him, half stunned, half... dumbfounded. "You bought a car?"

"Yes." he said simply.

"Donico—"

"No argunts," he interrupted smoothly. "It’s a gift. You deserve sothing reliable."

I folded my arms. "I already have sothing reliable."

"Not anymore," he said.

I raised a brow. "Oh really? And what gives you the right to decide that for ?"

His eyes darkened, not in anger but amusent. "Because I said so."

"Wow." I let out a dry laugh. "You sound like Paolo right now."

The na hit him harder than I ant it to. His shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly. "What does Paolo have to do with this?"

I hesitated, then said, "He bought one yesterday."

Donico went quiet for a second too long.

"He bought you a car?" His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried that dangerous softness that made my pulse jump.

"Yes," I said carefully. "He surprised with it. Said it was a gift for returning back to school. That’s what the letter he wrote said."

Donico’s jaw flexed. He took a step closer, voice dropping. "And you accepted it?"

"I didn’t exactly have a choice. He already paid for it." I sighed, I was really too tired for this conversation. "Besides he’s my husband, so?"

His eyes flicked over my face, like he was trying to read between the lines. "You have a choice now. Drive this one instead."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I said so," he repeated, this ti sharper.

I rolled my eyes. "You can’t just buy things and expect to drop everything else."

He crossed his arms. "That’s not what I’m doing."

"Then what are you doing?" I grunted.

"I’m taking care of you," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

I almost laughed again, but the look in his eyes stopped . He was serious. Completely serious.

"Donico, you don’t have to do that," I said softly. "I didn’t ask for a car. You already do too much."

"I don’t think you understand how this works," he said, tilting his head slightly. "When I care about soone, I show it. That’s how I was raised. You don’t turn down what’s ant for you."

"ant for ?" I repeated, staring at him. "That sounds like you’re trying to own ."

He sighed through his nose, stepping even closer. "I am not doing this just because I want to own you, Reina. Even though I already owned you, I just want to make sure you have everything you need."

"And if what I need isn’t what you want to have?"

"Then I’ll change your mind."

I glared at him, but he didn’t back down.

There was sothing both infuriating and magnetic about the way he looked at —like every argunt was foreplay, every fight just another excuse to get under my skin.

"Donico," I said after a long pause, "I can’t just return Paolo’s gift. That would cause drama."

"Then let handle the drama," he said flatly.

I groaned. "You’re impossible."

"And you love it."

He said it so casually, so confidently, that it threw off balance. "You’re unbelievable," I muttered, looking away.

He chuckled lowly and reached for the door handle. "Get in. I’ll drive you to school today."

"I can drive myself."

"Not today."

I sighed. "Why not?"

"Because you’re still tired, and you’ll end up crashing into a light pole while thinking about ," he said with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the smile that slipped out. "You’re awfully sure of yourself."

"I have good reason to be."

He opened the passenger door and waited, expectant. I knew there was no point arguing anymore. Once Donico decided sothing, it was final.

So I got in.

He rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting his sleeves before starting the engine. The soft purr of the car filled the silence between us.

For a while, neither of us said anything. The morning traffic moved lazily, and the city outside looked hazy with exhaust and noise.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. "You know you’re acting like an overprotective parent, right?"

"Good," he said. "Then I’m doing it right."

"That wasn’t a complint."

He smirked. "It sounded like one."

I shook my head, leaning back in the seat. "You’re exhausting sotis."

"And yet, here you are."

His confidence was infuriating. And addictive.

We stopped at a red light, and I caught him looking at —not in that predatory way from before, but softer, almost thoughtful.

"You know," he said after a mont, "when I first t you, I never thought you’d let buy you anything."

"You were right."

"But now you’re arguing instead of refusing," he said, lips curving slightly. "That’s progress."

I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or smack him. "I’m done arguing with you."

The light turned green, and he started driving again, his hand loose on the wheel, completely at ease. I, on the other hand, felt anything but.

"You don’t need to prove anything to , Donico," I said quietly. "You don’t have to compete with Paolo or anyone else. I don’t care about the gifts."

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze stayed fixed on the road, but his jaw tightened. "It’s not about competing. It’s about setting it straight that you belongs to daddy."

God! This man didn’t have any plans to stop talking nonsense, so I wished to shut him up on my own way.

I unfastened my seatbelt, leaning my back against the passenger side door, I slowly lifted my legs, planting them on Donico’s thighs while he was still driving.

"What are you doing, baby?" He frowned, taking his eyes off the road for a quick second to stare at .

I smirked, biting the tip of my finger as I started rubbing my legs over his soft cock through his pants.

"What does it look like I’m doing?" I grinned, pressed my heels over his crotch. "I’m punishing daddy because he’s being a bad boy."

"Reina!" Donico hissed through gritted teeth, his jaw flexing as he suddenly jerked the wheel and swerved the car violently off the road.

Tires screeched, the world tilted, and my body lurched forward with a startled gasp, my pulse spiking in panic.

"What the fuck, Donico! Why did you—"

The words died on my tongue when he slamd his palm against a hidden button near the console. My seat jerked backward with a sharp chanical whir, reclining flat beneath before I could blink.

My breath hitched.

Donico’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk, that wicked, knowing one that always sent shivers crawling down my spine. His voice dropped low, dark, and edged with hunger.

"Guess it’s my turn to punish you now," he murmured, eyes glinting with sothing feral as he leaned closer. "Let’s see how much of that attitude you’ll still have when I’m done with you."