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 "Fuck! You're soaking, baby!" He growled, pushing his fingers against my opening, trying to force his way into my warm cunt without taking my panties off.He let out rapid fire of Italian curses when he couldn't get his fingers in. "Stupid fabric.""Mmph! Shit, daddy!" I moaned, pressing my pussy against his hard chest. I wanted to feel him inside of me as soon as possible.And I was afraid I wouldn't be able to wait until we get home before jumping his bones because it'll take like forever to get to the villa.Outside, the music from the clubhouse faded into a dull heartbeat behind us. The cool air smelled like Domenico and my arousal. Domenico didn’t put me down until we reached his car, a sleek black one that gleamed under the streetlights like a predator waiting for it's owner.He finally set me down on my feet, and I turned to face him, my heart still racing. “You didn’t have to carry me like a bag of potatoes, you know.”He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, his to
REINA I should’ve said something. 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 me 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 men putting their hands near you...”“He didn’t touch me,” I cut in softly.Fuck! Is he jealous? Is Domenico Gravano jealous of Paul?“Yet,” Domenico snapped, his grip on my wrist tightening for a second before he forced himself to let go. He exhaled hard. “You don’t und
REINAThe moment I turned and saw him, the world stopped moving.The music didn’t just fade... it disappeared. The crowd around me blurred, a wave of faceless silhouettes, and the only thing that existed was him. Domenico Gravano. My father-in-law. My secret. My sin. My gravity.He was cutting through the crowd like a storm through fog. Every step slow, deliberate, lethal. The lights caught the hard lines of his face, and in the swirl of color and smoke, he looked like something out of a nightmare and a fantasy all at once. His eyes locked on me. His eyes were dark, burning, unreadable, and I felt my pulse trip over itself.And then I saw it.That murderous look. The same one he always had on whenever he felt the need to let the world know he doesn't joke about what is his.His hand was already inside his jacket, fingers curling toward the weapon I knew he always carried like a second skin.My breath froze in my throat.“Domen...” I started, but before I could say his name, Paul, t
REINAToday was hell after hell.After that disgusting encounter with the creep at the store earlier, I had almost fooled myself into believing that the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. But life, apparently, had other plans.Because after our narrow escape from what could’ve easily turned into a kidnapping—or worse, an attack—I’d learned to never, ever say never again.Maybe it was paranoia clawing at my gut, but something about that black car that tailed us for fifteen whole minutes didn’t feel like coincidence. It didn’t feel random. The thought that someone might’ve been watching us—hunting us—kept replaying in my mind like a horror movie on loop.A part of me tried to reason with myself, whispering that maybe I was overthinking it. But another, louder part refused to believe that lie. No. Something was wrong. Terribly, dangerously wrong.And if I wasn’t the target... then it had to be Tessa.The idea alone sent a cold rush of panic through me, one so intense I could feel it in
DOMENICOThis kind of job wasn’t something I usually handled myself. The last time I went out of my way to deal with a lowlife cop was exactly fifteen years ago.Paolo had pulled some reckless stunt that nearly got his head blown off, and I had to burn through half the damn city to clean up the mess. What made it worse was that his sister had somehow gotten caught up in it, too—and I’ll be damned if I was going to lose two of my children in one night.That incident changed Elisa completely. She was never the same after that. And though I never discovered the full truth about what went down that night, I still got my hands bloody for that foolish son of mine, just to keep both of his and his dumb sister's ass alive.And now, here I was again—dealing with another filthy cop. But this time, I wasn’t cleaning up after Paolo’s mess. I was doing the job he was supposed to do.I could’ve sent one of my men to handle it, but something about this one didn’t sit right. I’d ordered Paolo to take
TESSAHer eyes widened. “Dance? Right now? How about our drinks?”“Yes! We dance now and drink later... Before anyone dares breathe on you!” I grabbed her hand, and she laughed, letting herself be pulled toward the dance floor.The lights flashed in waves of gold and violet, cutting through the haze as the bass throbbed like a living heartbeat. Reina’s laughter brushed my ear—light, careless—and before I could stop myself, my hand slid to her waist.She didn’t pull away.Her body moved against mine, soft and deliberate, every sway syncing with the rhythm, every touch a small, electric sin. I could feel the warmth of her skin through her dress, the same short and see through dress I had picked for her, the curve of her hips pressing into me when she spun back around. The crowd was a blur, a heartbeat of strangers, but all I could feel was her.The scent of her shampoo mixed with the whiskey on her breath. Sweet. Sexy. Addictive.“Having fun?” I managed, my voice low, almost lost benea







