DOMENICO
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."REINAI tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn’t come. Not with everything that had happened earlier. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw him Domenico. My father-in-law. The man I should’ve been running from, not aching for.The taste of him still lingered on my tongue.I lay there in the dim light from the nightstand lamp, beside the man who was supposed to be my husband. His arm was draped over his face, snoring like nothing was wrong, like I wasn’t the dirtiest wife alive. I turned my head, studying the outline of his face in the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Nothing stirred in me when I looked at him. Not anger. Not love. Just numbness.The only fire in my veins came from his father.I couldn’t breathe next to him. Not after what I had done. Not after what I wanted to do again.So I slipped out of bed, the sheets brushing off my legs like they were judging me too. My bare feet hit the cold floor, and I moved through the villa on autopilot. My thin silk nightgown clung to me
DOMENICO 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, d
REINA It had been over an hour since it happened.Since I got on my knees and sucked my father-in-law’s cock like my life depended on it.An hour since I had done something so forbidden.And yet I was still trembling. Still wet. Still shamefully, achingly needy.I lay on my back in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the sheets twisted around my legs. The villa was quiet now, too quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for me to either fall apart or do something stupid all over again.And maybe I was already doing something stupid.Because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About the way Domenico looked at me like he owned me. Like I was nothing more than a mouth for him to fuck and leave behind. And God help me… I liked it. I liked it so fucking much it made my thighs clench and my nipples painfully hard under my silk crop top.He hadn’t said a word after. Hadn’t looked back. Just walked out, leaving me on the floor like discarded trash.And still… my pussy
REINA I froze.For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. That my dirty, perverted mind had warped his words and made them filthier than they were. But no. His voice, rough and low, cut through the heat in the room again.“Crawl the fuck to me and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl.”My breath hitched.There he stood. Domenico Gravano. Towering. Commanding. And in his hand was the thick, veiny cock I’d only ever seen in my fantasies, now real and stiff and dripping right in front of me. His fingers wrapped around it, fisting the length slowly like he was already imagining how my mouth would feel around it. My heart thumped so hard I could feel it between my legs.I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.But God, I wanted to. Every part of me ached to obey him. To drop to my knees like the good girl he demanded. To finally taste the cock I’d dreamed about every night in silence. The same cock I watched shift beneath tailored trousers during family dinners. The
DOMENICO I was seeing red. Rain pounded against the windshield like it was trying to break the glass. Wipers worked overtime, smearing water across the view, but it didn’t matter. I could’ve driven blind. My fury would’ve guided me. That bastard cop, the same one I told my son to kill months ago, was still breathing. Not just breathing. He led a team of officers straight into my factory like he had a goddamn invitation to do so. And Paolo, my son, my blood, the one who should’ve handled it? He’d done nothing. Sat on his ass like a goddamn bitch, letting that motherfucker live, and now I had a raid on my hands. Do you know what it means when a cop raids a mafia-owned facility and finds something? Something so fucking implicative? Something that's not so legal? It means someone dies. Either them or us. "That bastard son of mine won’t even answer my calls. Fucking pathetic." I snarled, slamming my fist against the steering wheel angrily. Rage roared through me like wildfire a
REINA I didn’t get into the shower because I needed to be clean. I stepped in because I was throbbing. Aching. So wet between my legs it was almost painful. I needed release—fast, deep, mind-numbing release—and I knew I wasn’t getting it from the man I married. Paolo hadn’t touched me since our wedding night. Not even once. Two years of cold stares, polite kisses on the forehead, and stiff goodnights. So fuck him. The second the hot water hit my skin, I dropped the act. I wasn’t going to waste time pretending to enjoy the steam or the scent of my overpriced vanilla body wash. My fingers were already between my thighs, spreading clit, searching for that one spot that always made me twitch. I leaned my back against the marble wall of the bathroom, head tilted back, mouth already parting on a sigh. My nipples hardened the second I rolled my palm over one breast, tweaking the peak as the other hand worked lower. My thighs tensed and I moaned quietly, slow and low. I didn’t