Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 70

REINA

I should’ve said sothing. I should’ve told him he couldn’t talk like that, that we couldn’t talk like that right in the open... but I didn’t. Because instead of fear, I felt heat rising in my chest, in my cheeks, down my neck and straight to my pulsing cunt.

I bit the inside of my lip to hide the smile threatening to break through.

He noticed anyway. "You think this is funny?" he asked, voice rough. "You think teasing is funny?"

"No," I said, fighting laughter. "I think you’re overreacting."

"Overreacting?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You were being watched, Reina. You were tailed for God knows how long, barely thirty minutes ago. And now you’re here, dressed like that, with strange n putting their hands near you..."

"He didn’t touch ," I cut in softly.

Fuck! Is he jealous? Is Donico Gravano jealous of Paul?

"Yet," Donico snapped, his grip on my wrist tightening for a second before he forced himself to let go. He exhaled hard. "You don’t understand how dangerous that was."

"I do," I said gently. "But you can’t protect from everything."

His eyes t mine, dark, unreadable, soulless. "Watch ."

The words were so sure, so absolute, that for a second, I couldn’t breathe. He ant it. He actually ant it.

I didn’t know whether to be terrified or touched... or shit maybe both.

I smiled faintly. "You sound like you’re about to lock in a tower."

"If that’s what it takes to keep you safe, away from the wicked world," he said, and it wasn’t a joke.

My heart skipped. The music thumped on around us, blue and red lights flickering across his face. He looked wild and insanely handso and completely out of place among the dancers and the rest of the world.

He looked like sothing that didn’t belong to this world. Sothing that belonged to only .

"You really think you can control everything," I said, stepping back just a little, testing him further. "Even ?"

He smiled without humor. "Especially you."

"Oh?" I tilted my head, teasing, the corners of my lips curving. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, biting my lip so sexily, just the way I knew he liked. "You sure about that?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, that dangerous calm sliding back over him like armor. "You enjoy pushing , don’t you?"

"Maybe a little."

"Reina," he warned.

"Donico," I mimicked, my tone light but my pulse anything but. "You worry too much."

"And you don’t worry enough."

We stood there like that for a heartbeat, him breathing hard, trying not to. Then, before I could blink, he moved.

In one swift motion, he bent, wrapped an arm around my thighs, and lifted clear off the floor. I let out a startled yelp as he hoisted over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

"Donico!" I gasped, half laughing, half mortified as people nearby turned to stare. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here," he said, voice flat and final. "Before I lose my damn mind."

I started pounding lightly on his back. "Put down! You’re causing a scene!"

"Good," he said. "Maybe they’ll all understand not to look at what’s mine again."

God, he was impossible. Terrifying. Infuriating.

And yet, my cheeks were on fire, and I couldn’t stop smiling even if I tried.

I gave up struggling halfway to the door, hanging over his shoulder like a sack of very confused feelings. "You’re insane, daddy Donico." I muttered.

"Probably," he said. "But at least you’re safe now that I’m here. I don’t have to worry about coming too late to protect you."

When we reached the entrance, the cold night air hit my skin, sharp and sobering.

And that was when I saw her.

Tessa.

She was standing by the bar near the entrance, holding two drinks, one clearly ant for . Her eyes widened, first in shock, then in sothing else I couldn’t quite na. It wasn’t just surprise. There was sothing almost tight in her smile, sothing that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Oh my God, Reina!" she half-laughed, half-gawked. The sound was too sharp, too forced. "What the hell...?"

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I must have looked insane, hair tangled, cheeks flushed, my body slung over Donico’s broad shoulder like so kind of drunken prize he’d just claid.

My heart skittered sowhere between mortification and confusion.

"Tess! I’m so sorry!" I wriggled against Donico’s hold, trying to reach for her, but his grip only tightened slightly, as if reminding who was in control.

I managed to grab the car keys from my purse, tossing them her way. She caught them, barely, the drink in her other hand nearly spilling.

Her brows furrowed, that painted-on smile faltering. "Sorry?" she sputtered. "Where are you... going?"

Her gaze flicked briefly to Donico, then back to . The look in her eyes lingered too long, lingering on him, on his expensive suit, on the sheer authority that rolled off him even in silence.

Sothing unreadable flashed across her face, anger, curiosity, maybe even sothing darker.

"I’ll call you tomorrow!" I shouted over the noise of the bar, guilt twisting in my chest. "Sothing ca up!"

Sothing being a six-foot-four Italian problem who refused to let walk.

She didn’t reply, not imdiately. She just stared—not at , but at him—her lips parting slightly like she was about to say sothing she thought better of.

Then she gave a tiny, brittle laugh, the kind that wasn’t ant to sound bitter but sohow did.

"Right," she finally said, her voice light but her eyes heavy. "Of course. You’ll... tell everything tomorrow."

I smiled, dazed and flustered. "Promise!"

Tessa’s mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but Donico turned to face her briefly, and whatever she’d been about to say died right there.

"Thank you," he said, his tone unexpectedly gentle. "For keeping my princess safe tonight."

My cheeks flad so hot I thought I’d combust right there.

Tessa blinked, speechless, as Donico adjusted his grip on and kept walking. "Oh my God," she muttered behind us, voice faint with disbelief. "His princess?"

I buried my face in my hands. "You’re unbelievable," I mumbled against his back. "Do you have to stake your claim over in front of my friend like that?"

"Mm," he humd, reaching his hand up to fondle my ass cheeks. "It’s very necessary to do that. Especially in front of your friend. I want her to know you’re mine so she’ll advise young boys to stay away from you because you’re already taken by ."

"You’re so..." Fuck, I giggled, hiding my blushed cheeks against his broad back. "Stop being so sexy, daddy. You’re turning on."

"Maybe I want you to soak your panties with your pussy juice dripping everywhere so we don’t have to rely on lubricant." I heard him chuckled before slipping two fingers into my short dress, rubbing them over my pussy through my panties just to feel my wetness.