Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 81

DONICO

I should’ve known the mont would co back to bite . I should’ve known nothing in my life ever went the way I imagined.

But for a few hours—just a few—I let myself believe I could have her.

Reina.

My son’s wife. My obsession. The one woman who had made feel like I was twenty again and losing my mind for the first ti all over again.

The two days I had her were hell for my sanity. Every look, every moan, every stupid little gasp she made when I touched her—it did sothing to I wasn’t built for. I wasn’t eighteen, I wasn’t naïve, and I sure as hell wasn’t soone who fell in love.

Yet there I was, falling so hard it made my chest feel bruised.

And the more I had her, the more I wanted. Not sex. Not a stolen mont in so dark corner where no one could see us together.

I wanted her. Fully. Every damn part of her.

And Paolo—my son, her husband—was coming ho soon. To her. To the woman who’d been sleeping in my arms, naked, warm, and trusting.

Trusting.

That was the part that made stupid.

I thought if I gave her the kind of orgasm that ripped her apart, she’d finally understand what I felt, that she’d see we were inevitable. That she’d see how miserable Paolo made her. How he starved her. How he’d made her feel invisible for God knows how long.

So when she was sleeping on my chest, her hand loosely curled against my stomach, breathing soft and steady like she belonged there...

...the idea didn’t just feel right.

It felt obvious.

She should divorce my son. She should be with . Simple. Very simple.

I’d been thinking about it all morning while she slept. Replaying every mont we’d had. Every ti she’d begged for . Every tear she’d cried. Every kiss she returned like she couldn’t stop herself.

I convinced myself she felt the sa. Or maybe I wanted to believe it too much.

Because the second the words left my mouth, "I’d love for you to divorce my son", the world snapped in half.

She went still. Completely still. Like I’d stabbed her. Like I had crossed a line I shouldn’t have.

Then the tears ca. Big, fast, quiet tears that hit harder than any weapon.

And she wasn’t just crying, she looked broken. Torn apart.

And not in the way that made her cling to .

In the way that made her recoil like I’d insulted her existence.

That was when I realized I’d fucked up. Badly. Totally.

"Reina—" was all I managed before she pushed off her, like touching was suddenly dirty.

Her face twisted—fear, sha, anger, confusion. A ss of emotions she didn’t even try to hide. She backed away like I was dangerous, shaking her head, looking at like I’d ruined her life.

For once, I had no idea what to say. I’d never felt that kind of helplessness before.

Not in all the years of running this family. Not when cops raided my businesses. Not when rivals tried to kill , or co after my children.

But this? Her tears?

Terrifying.

She was grabbing for her purse, her phone. I moved on instinct, reaching for her, wanting to calm her, fix it, take the words back, say sothing better.

She flinched. From .

Reina fucking flinched when I tried to get closer to her, and I felt sothing break inside of . Literally.

"You think I’m beneath your son," she choked out, backing away as if a wall of nails was behind her. "You think I don’t deserve him. You think I’m cheap... because you slept with ."

The words hit like gunshots.

I wasn’t even thinking about Paolo when I asked. I didn’t give a damn about my son’s pride. I wasn’t trying to humiliate her. I just wanted her. I wanted her to myself. Wanting for us to belong to each other and no one else.

But she didn’t know that. And she didn’t let explain.

She kept talking. Faster. Harsher. Every word slicing deeper. Cutting deep at my inside.

"You think the only thing I’m good for is spreading my legs! You think I’m so dirty slut you used!"

"Reina..." I tried again.

She cut off with a scream. "You think I am disgusting, don’t you?"

"No!" I said, a little too quickly."I would never think of you like that. You don’t disgust . I’ll never think you..." But she didn’t let finish, she cut off with an earth shattering scream that made flinch back in shock.

And then the worst one... "Do you think I wanted to sleep with a bastard like you?"

That one felt like an actual knife.

I froze. She saw it. She saw how badly her word had hurt , but she didn’t seem to care about how I was feeling in that mont. She kept going.

"Do you think you’re so fantasy I had? If Paolo had touched —if he had touched even once—I would’ve never let you near !"

It felt like she’d taken every mont we shared and smashed it under her heel. Like everything we had ant nothing to her at all.

No. That’s not true, we both felt it. We both knew we were good together.

I tried to convince myself, to trick myself into believing she was just saying all that to stop from loving her, but how foolish could I really be?

The mont I tried to open my mouth, to say sothing, anything at all, Reina dip her hand inside her purse, took out so dollar bills and she threw money at —actual bills, right to my chest.

"Here," she spat. "Paynt."

I stared at the money on the floor because if I kept looking at her, I might lose control in a way she’d never forgive.

"You’re nothing but a fuck toy to ," she said. "So take the money and go fuck yourself."