LOGINDOMENICO
I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t even try. The moment I stepped into my building and slammed the door shut behind me, 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 moment. Because she worshipped me. And I let her. I came in her mouth. Told her to swallow. Watched her lick it clean like the obedient little whore she turned out to be. And fuck me, 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, something 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 remembering how she looked up at me with flushed cheeks and tears in her lashes had me 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, Domenico." 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 me before. "Reina, what are you doing to me?" I groaned out immediately 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 moment 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 moment she unzipped my pants and wrapped her lips around me, I knew it was useless. She wasn’t her. Eva’s mouth was too wet, too eager. Her movements 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 some bills at her. She took them, pouted, and left. The second the door clicked shut, I dragged a hand over my face and stormed 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 something innocent. HousePlans_22. But I knew what it really held. Photos of Reina. Some from the estate’s security cams. Some stolen from family albums. Some I’d taken myself, discreetly, obsessively zoomed-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 camera 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 cameras 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 name 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 come 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 something in me snapped. Jealousy. Rage. Possession. Hatred. My hand tightened around my cock. He was going home to her. To the mouth that I had claimed just hours ago. To the body I’d tasted for the first time 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 me the entire time? The thought burned like acid and made me harder all at once. My hips bucked. I stroked faster. The jealousy twisted into hunger. What if she moaned my name in her head while his cock was inside her? What if she wished it was me? “Yeah,” I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come 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 came 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 documents. 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 me. And all I could think was—I wanted her again. And again and again until I could memorize every line and curves of her body. Not like before. Not quick. Not desperate. Not on her knees in her husband's villa. This time? I wanted her in my bed. Naked. Willing. Moaning my name over and over until the whole fucking house knew she belonged to me. "You just wait, Reina. I'm going to make you regret ever teasing a man like me."Mmm… you couldn’t stay away, could you? Let’s get into trouble. 💋🔥
REINA His hand tormented the other breast, pinching and soothing in perfect rhythm. My back bowed off the couch, thighs tightening around his hips as wetness slicked my folds.He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at me, eyes almost black with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Flushed. Shaking. All mine.”The words hit me harder than his touch. Mine. I should have argued. Should have reminded him this was temporary, dangerous, impossible. Instead I pulled him back up and kissed him again, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it—fear, want, surrender.His hand slid down my stomach, slow and teasing, fingers tracing patterns that made me tremble. When he finally cupped my pussy, I was drenched. He groaned deep in his chest, sliding two fingers through my slick folds, spreading the wetness, circling my swollen clit with maddening lightness.“Look at you,” he whispered, awe in his tone. “Soaked for me. So ready, aren't you?”I t
REINAThe impact wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t slow.One second I was laughing, breathless, half-annoyed and half-too-aware of him looming over me, and the next—his weight shifted, the sofa dipped, and his mouth crashed into mine.Hard.Everything went quiet.Not the room. Not the world. Just me.My body froze like it didn’t know what to do with the sudden pressure of his lips, warm and firm and very real. His breath hitched against my mouth, sharp and surprised, like he hadn’t meant for it to happen either.We didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t deepen it.We just… stayed there.His hands were braced on either side of me, caging me in without actually touching anything else. My palms were flattened against his chest, fingers curled into his shirt like I needed something solid to hold on to.This wasn’t a kiss. It was just a collision. And it felt dangerous.I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, fast and heavy, like mine. His lips were still pressed to mine, no
REINAI should have told him no.Not the soft version. Not the lazy, half-hearted excuse that barely counted as resistance. I should have said it clearly, firmly, with my spine straight and my hands at my sides instead of doing this ridiculous thing where I shook my head while still standing close enough to feel his heat.But Domenico had looked at me like that again.Like he wasn’t rushing me. Like he had all the time in the world and I was the one who would crack first.“I don’t need a massage,” I said, crossing my arms even as my body leaned toward him. “I’m fine.”“You’re stiff,” he replied easily. “And you haven’t been sitting still for more than ten seconds since dinner.”“That’s not true.”He smiled. “You just adjusted your weight.”I hated him.I hated that he noticed things. That he paid attention in a way that felt invasive and comforting at the same time. That he made everything sound reasonable, like this wasn’t dangerous territory, like it wasn’t another step closer to lo
REINAI stayed seated, pretending I was calm, pretending my pulse wasn’t still doing strange things just because he’d looked at me like that.The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. It was thick. Full. Like the kitchen itself was holding its breath.Domenico turned back to the stove like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t just called him daddy in my apartment and felt my entire body react to it and he hadn't just winked at me. He stirred the pan slowly, deliberately, wrist rolling with practiced ease, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me and was enjoying every second of it.“You stare a lot,” he said casually.“I’m not staring.”He glanced at me. One brow lifted. “You are.”“I’m observing,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”“Mm,” he murmured. “That’s what predators say.”I scoffed. “You’re the predator here.”He smiled, pleased. “Good. You’re learning.”I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs, then uncrossing them a second later. Sitting still around him felt impossi
REINAThe moment Domenico crossed the threshold with me slung over his shoulder, the world snapped back into place with brutal clarity.The door shut behind us, solid and final, the sound echoing through the house like punctuation. A period. An end to any illusion that I could still pretend this was nothing.His hand was firm on the back of my thigh, fingers locked like he expected me to bolt. His steps were steady, unhurried, like he’d done this before. Like carrying me through a house was a routine he never wanted to derived from.I sucked in a sharp breath, my palms flattening instinctively against his back.He was warm. Solid. Real.Too real."Put me down, now." I muttered, swallowing down thickly.But he didn't listen. If course, he never listened.“I said put me down,” I said, sharper than I felt.His hand tightened around my thigh, not painfully, just enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere.“Mm,” he hummed. “You did.”The nerve of him.“I’m serious, Domenico.” I grumbled,
DOMENICO By the time we pulled into her driveway, I could feel the tension in my chest tightening, coiling like a spring ready to snap. Knowing this was the part where she would be telling me to leave.But I didn't want to leave her. Ever!Four days without her had been hell. Cold beds, empty rooms, quiet walls—they’d reminded me constantly that she wasn’t here. And now, just seeing her, even across the car, made the ache worse.Reina reached for her bag as if to leave immediately, her fingers brushing the leather strap with a little too much force. I caught her movement with a smile.“You’re walking too fast for your heels, princess.” I said lightly, glancing at her shoes. “I can carry you if you want.”Her eyes shot to mine, narrowing. “I don’t need to be carried. Especially not by you.”“Of course not,” I said, mock bowing toward her. “But you look like someone who deserves a little VIP treatment.”She huffed, looking away, but I caught the twitch at the corner of her mouth. She w







