Make Me Moan, Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

DOMENICO The morning light didn’t just wrap around us—it bathed the entire penthouse suite in a golden, almost divine haze, as if the universe itself had conspired to create this perfect, sinful tableau. I lounged against the massive headboard like a king on his throne, my powerful frame relaxed yet radiating raw dominance. In my lap, Reina was a vision of disheveled temptation, clad only in a whisper-thin silk robe that refused to behave. Every subtle shift caused the fabric to slip open, teasing me with the soft swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the newly plush thickness of her thighs.I speared another forkful of the absurdly decadent breakfast she’d demanded at dawn: a strawberry-stuffed spinach omelette drizzled with aged balsamic and edible gold flakes, paired with avocado toast slathered in dark chocolate ganache and sprinkled with flaky sea salt, mango slices dusted with chili powder and lime zest, and a thick yogurt parfait layered with honey, pistachios, and

REINAPaolo still wasn't picking up. It had been a little over four hours since I saw the result and had been trying to reach him, and he still wouldn't pick my call.I had called seventeen times since morning. Seventeen times the line rang out into nothing, his voicemail swallowing my desperate words like they meant nothing. I sat on the edge of the bed, phone pressed against my chest, staring at the wall with hollow eyes. The positive test was still on the bathroom sink. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. Some sick, masochistic part of me needed it there as proof that this was real. That I hadn't simply lost my mind.Calestino's voice echoed in my head.Don't do anything stupid or reckless, Reina. I'm coming to you as soon as I'm done with what I'm doing here. Just get out of the house. Don't let Domenico near you right now.Get out of the house. Simple enough instruction. I could do that much.My hands were steadier than I expected when I dialed my Aunt's number. She answere

REINAElisa didn't stop moving.The moment we cleared the doorway she had my wrist in a iron grip, pulling me down the corridor at a pace that was just short of running, her riding boots striking the marble floor in sharp, urgent rhythms. Her other hand was pressed flat against her collarbone, fingers curled tight, like she was physically holding herself together."I couldn't get hold of Paolo," she said, the words tumbling out rapid and breathless. "I tried three times. Then I thought — fine. I'll go to Reina's. I've been sitting alone in that apartment for forty minutes. Forty minutes, Reina, do you know how long that is when there's nothing to—""Elisa—""The doorman let me up because he recognizes me from before and I just thought I'd check if you were back yet, maybe we could order food and watch something, and then I heard you—" She stopped abruptly. Turned to look at me full in the face for the first time since we'd left the room. Her eyes moved over me — the torn neckline I wa

PAOLODr. Linda's office smelled like cedar and old books.I had noticed that the very first day I came here, fourteen months ago, when I sat in the waiting room for twenty minutes seriously considering leaving before she called my name. Something about the smell had kept me in the chair. It had ground me. Today it felt like a cruel joke. Nothing felt safe today.I was in the leather chair closest to the window. Elbows on my knees. Hands clasped so tightly my knuckles had gone white. I had been staring at the floor for the better part of ten minutes.Dr. Linda waited across from me, composed and unhurried the way she always was. Notepad open. Pen untouched."Wherever you are," she said quietly. "Just start there.""I tried." My voice came out wrecked. "Last night. Our anniversary. Two years married and I actually tried."She waited."I had been working up to it for weeks. Telling myself I was ready. That I loved her enough to push through whatever my body does. To fight my fear and ac

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