Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Moan, Daddy : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

REINAWe walked to the main house together, hand in hand because that’s what we were supposed to do. The air smelled faintly of coffee and freshly baked bread when we stepped into the dining room. Breakfast was already laid out—fruit, pastries, eggs, meats—a spread that belonged in a magazine. The maids moved quietly around the table, pouring juice and filling plates.I sat beside Paolo, my legs crossed, the hem of my dress sliding up just enough to show the edge of my thigh. The maids finished their tasks and slipped out, the soft click of the door closing behind them.It wasn’t until then that Domenico entered.My breath caught without my permission. He wore a black shirt, open at the collar, sleeves rolled just enough to show the strong lines of his forearms, the same arms that had held me just last night. Domenico's presence filled the room instantly, heavy and deliberate. He didn’t just walk in—he claimed the space without having to announce his presence.Father-in-law sat acro

DOMENICO I should have been upstairs putting on my suit. The meeting this morning was important... contracts, alliances, men who thought they could stand on the same level as me. But the second I saw her, all of that turned to dust.Reina was at the dining table, legs crossed under that tiny slip of a dress, pretending to eat breakfast while she kept sneaking glances at me. She was trying to look innocent, but her eyes gave her away. They were taunting me, daring me to come take what I knew belonged to me.I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I was standing over her.Her fork clinked against the plate when I caught her chin and made her look at me. I kissed her hard, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth, swallowing her soft, surprised whimper. My other hand was already on her thigh, sliding higher, squeezing hard enough to make her legs twitch.I knew Paolo had just left, I knew my son just walked out the doors barely five minutes ago, and the maids were probably lurking somewhe

REINAI felt a knot tighten in my stomach, so hard it was like something inside me was twisting itself to pieces. My saliva burned, too hot to swallow. My eyes stung as if filled with tiny shards of glass, making blinking impossible. Even breathing felt like a task I wasn’t built for.I knew this feeling. I’d felt it before—the same sick, hollow ache that had swallowed me whole eleven years ago, the night my stepfather dropped me at my aunt’s doorstep. The same day my mother was laid to rest. This feeling... This same feeling that made me feel like my world was about to come to an end I knew this sick feeling too well. It felt like an old friend, crawling back under my skin.Calestino.Paolo’s best friend. His right arm. The last person who should ever see me like this.He stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, eyes wide—disbelief first, then fury, then something worse. Betrayal. I didn’t even have to look to know how we must’ve looked: me sprawled naked across the dining table,

REINAAfter the way Calestino had stormed out of the building earlier, I never would have thought Paolo’s calls were just a coincidence. Not for a second.When I noticed he’d left me a message—over two hours ago—I was sure it was about that incident. I thought Calestino had told his best friend what he’d walked in on. I thought Paolo was calling with rage, ready to tell me to go die before he got back home. Or something close to that.Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. It was the complete opposite of what I’d been expecting.Not only did he not know what had happened… he was being sweet. So heartbreakingly sweet that I almost choked on my breath with guilt.Husband: Tomorrow is your first day back at school after being away for nearly three years. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you on such an important day—especially after promising to drive you myself. Please don’t take my absence as neglect. I’ve asked Calestino to deliver a small gift to you. I hope you’ll like it, and

REINAThe night was quiet... the kind of stillness that seeps into your bones and presses against your heartbeat. I must have lost consciousness at some point, because one moment I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car while my aunt drove me to her house because I was just too drunk to handle the wheel, and the next, I was in my bed... our bed. My matrimonial room.But I wasn’t alone.Warm hands were on me, they were familiar, heavy, possessive. The scent, the breath, the rhythm of it… all of it felt like that of my husband’s. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I melted into the moment, chasing a feeling I hadn’t known in what felt like forever.Paolo hovered above me, and suddenly I was back on our wedding night... back to the only time my husband had ever truly been intimate with me. But this… this was different.Back then, he had been careful and distant, touching me with a kind of restraint that left me aching for more. Now, there was nothing restrained about h