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058. The truth
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2025-10-28 23:33:41
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Make Me Moan, Daddy 153.
REINAThe IV drip made a soft, rhythmic sound.I had been listening to it for what felt like hours. Lying on my back staring at the ceiling of a private hospital room with a needle in my arm and a hollow place inside my chest that the doctors had given a clinical name to but that felt, in the quiet of this room, like something much simpler and much harder than any medical term could hold.A miscarriage.I turned the word over in my mind the way you turn something fragile over in your hands, testing its edges, trying to understand its weight. The doctor had been kind when she told me. Gentle. She had explained that the trauma, the fall, the physical shock of everything that had happened that night had been too much. That these things sometimes happened even without such extreme circumstances. That it wasn't my fault.I hadn't cried when she told me.I wasn't sure what that meant.I wasn't sure what I felt about any of it. There was grief there, somewhere underneath everything else, but
Make Me Moan, Daddy 152.
REINAHe was at my feet.Domenico Gravano — the most powerful, most terrifying, most consuming presence I had ever encountered in my life — was at my feet.He had hit the floor the way large things fall. Heavy and final and without grace, one hand outstretched, the other pressed uselessly against his forehead where the blood was coming from. Gushing. Dark and fast and relentless, pooling against the marble beneath him, spreading outward in a shape that kept growing.His eyes were open.They were fixed on me.He was still breathing — ragged, wet, terrible breaths that rattled somewhere deep in his chest. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth when he coughed. His lips moved. Just barely. Just enough."Mi—" A cough. More blood. "Mine—"His eyes closed.His hand went still.The sound that came out of me wasn't a scream. It was something that existed below screaming — something primal and formless that tore out of my chest before I could stop it, before I even understood I was making it
Make Me Moan, Daddy 151.
REINAPaolo hadn't lowered the gun.He stood in the destroyed doorway with the weapon trained on his father and his chest heaving and his eyes burning with something I had never seen from him in two years of marriage. Something that had clearly been building for much longer than two years. Much longer than I had known him.Domenico hadn't moved either.They faced each other across the room — father and son — and the air between them was so charged and so ancient that I felt like an intruder inside it. Like I was witnessing something that had been building toward this exact moment for decades."Paolo." Domenico's voice was careful. Measured. The voice he used when he was managing something. "This isn't—""Don't." Paolo's voice cracked on the single word. "Don't you dare manage me right now. Don't do that voice. Not tonight."Domenico went still."Do you know," Paolo said quietly, "how long I have been terrified of you?"No answer."My whole life." He laughed — a hollow, devastating sou
Make Me Moan, Daddy 150.
REINAThe zip ties had cut into my wrists raw.I had stopped pulling against them twenty minutes ago when I realized the chair genuinely wasn't moving and the plastic was only drawing deeper into my skin with every attempt. So I sat. Hands trembling in my lap. Eyes fixed on the floor in front of me because looking up meant seeing Elisa and I couldn't keep looking at Elisa without coming apart completely.She was on the floor near the far wall.They had brought her in fifteen minutes after Domenico had made his calls — two of his men dragging her through the door and dropping her like she weighed nothing. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her ankles tied with the same ruthless efficiency. Her face was—I squeezed my eyes shut.Her face was destroyed.Blood everywhere. Across her cheekbone, her jaw, her temple, matted dark into her blonde hair that was spread across the marble around her head like a halo. Her breathing was audible from across the room — shallow, wet, labored. Every
Make Me Moan, Daddy 149.
CALESTINOI pulled my shirt back on, fingers working the remaining buttons slowly. Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bar, watching me with that half-lidded satisfaction that I had never been able to fully hate no matter how hard I tried.I turned to face him."I need something from you," I said.He tilted his head. "You just had something from me, Cal. You just took my ability to walk.""I'm serious, Enzo."The amusement didn't leave his face entirely but it shifted, made room for something more attentive. He crossed his arms and waited."I'll help you," I said. "With your father, I mean. I'll help you get to Domenico and I'll help you finish it. Whatever you need from me, I'm ready to do it." I held his gaze steadily. "But I need something in return.""Name it." He said, groaning as he half glared at me."Reina." I kept my voice even. "She's off the table. Whatever you're planning, whatever pressure you think you can apply through her — it stops. Completely. She walks away from all of t
Make Me Moan, Daddy 148.
PAOLOThe traffic light ahead turned red.I stopped the car and sat with my hands on the wheel and stared at nothing. The engine idled. The city moved around me the way it always did, indifferent, continuous, unbothered by the fact that I was coming apart inside a stationary vehicle on an ordinary street.I should have been home an hour ago.I couldn't make myself drive there.My fingers tightened on the wheel and I felt it coming the way I always felt it coming — not gradually, not gently, but all at once, like a door being kicked open from the inside. I tried to breathe through it. Tried to stay in the car, on this street, in this body that was twenty five years old and nowhere near that room.It didn't work.It never worked.I was fifteen the first time I understood that there were people in the world who hurt others not out of desperation or anger or fear but simply because they could. Simply because nothing and no one had ever stopped them. The room had no windows.I remember th
Make Me Moan, Daddy 111. My Perfect Girl
REINAThe moment the car pulled away from the restaurant curb, the silver balls shifted again—deep, rolling, relentless—and I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped me.It started as a soft gasp, then turned into a broken whimper when Domenico hit a small dip in the road. The inner weights tumb
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REINAThe doorbell rang at exactly eight, and my heart jumped like it knew what was coming before I did.I’d spent the last hour getting ready slowly, deliberately, like every touch was for him. The burgundy dress clung to me like a second skin—silk so thin it pressed tightly against my nipples eve
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REINA“Why did you call me father,” he asked between strokes, voice rough and wicked. “While your husband spoke to you.”“Because you are,” I whispered, losing the last of my shame. “Because you are my bad choice. Because you make me feel owned.”“Say it,” he said.“You own my pussy,” I breathed, a
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REINA The morning light spilled into the bedroom, soft and golden, yet my skin still tingled from the way I had come so hard last night. I could still feel the ache between my thighs, the lingering pulse of pleasure that made even the air feel warmer against my skin. I had slept with a smile, and
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