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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







