Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 21

DOMENICO

"She’s a good woman, and you’re going to destroy her if you don’t stop."

Calestino’s words kept echoing in my skull, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t escape. They slammed against the walls of my head, sharp and relentless, long after he’d walked out of my office.

Destroy her.

The fuck did he mean by that?

I sank into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and dragged a hand down my face. Was I really going to destroy Reina? Was that what this was? Or was it something else—something darker, something neither of us could crawl out of once we started?

"That’s stupid," I muttered under my breath, reaching for a cigar from its holder. I lit it slowly, watching the flame flicker and catch, the tip glowing a violent orange. I inhaled deep, the smoke burning down my throat, grounding me for half a second.

Calestino didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. It wasn’t me. It was her. All her.

She was the one wrecking me, hollowing me out piece by piece. Every time she looked at me, every time her lips parted and that little gasp escaped her throat—she ruined me a little more.

She became my fixation the moment she had my cock between her warm, pretty little mouth. She’s had me wrapped around her fingers ever since. So how could it be her who was going to be destroyed?

It wasn’t me who would destroy her. It was Reina who was destroying me.

She should’ve stayed away.

I grunted, reaching for my laptop. The moment my fingers hit the keyboard, I opened the hidden folder buried beneath layers of encryption—my private hell. And my personal heaven.

My heaven who wore the face of my hell.

HousePlans_22.

My pulse spiked the instant the label appeared on screen. My hands trembled slightly as I clicked it open.

Her pictures flooded the screen all at once.

And there she was.

Reina.

Perfect fucking Reina.

Her smile—soft, dangerous. Her curves—designed to torture a man. That sinful, goddamn body that had been haunting my nights and bleeding into my days. Every photo I’d stolen, saved, or watched on repeat felt like gasoline on an already raging fire.

"Look at you," I whispered hoarsely, the words scraping past my throat. "How could anyone not lose their fucking mind over you? Falling helplessly in love with you!"

Falling. The word burned through me.

"Am I seriously falling for Reina?" I muttered, half in disbelief, half in surrender.

How the fuck did this happen?

The first time I saw her, all I wanted was to fuck her once—just once—and burn it out of my system. I told myself I’d use her, bury the lust, and walk away. That was supposed to be the plan.

But one taste... one fucking taste of her lips, her moans, her body trembling under my hands... And I was done.

Completely ruined.

"Get a grip, Domenico," I hissed, dragging my fingers through my hair. "You’re losing it."

But then my gaze caught on something at the corner of my desk—the bottom drawer, left slightly open.

My breath stilled.

Her bra.

The one she’d forgotten after breakfast.

Red lace. Small. Soft. Still carrying her warmth, her scent, her memory.

My pulse thundered in my veins as I leaned forward, picking it up delicately between my fingers.

"Did you do this on purpose, princess?" I murmured, a dark grin spreading across my lips. "Did you leave this behind so you’d have an excuse to come crawling back to me?"

The thought made me laugh low and rough.

Reina. My bad little slut.

"Are you having fun messing with me?" I whispered, bringing the bra closer, pressing it against my face.

The moment her scent hit me—sweet, intoxicating, and maddening—I exhaled sharply, eyes shutting on their own.

Her smell filled my lungs, my head, my entire goddamn soul.

It wasn’t perfume. It was her.

That faint mix of skin, sweat, and sin.

It made my blood surge, my muscles tense, my cock twitch against the fabric of my pants.

I took another long breath, greedy this time. My fingers tightened around the lace as I pressed it harder against my nose, against my lips, as if I could somehow pull her essence into me.

"Christ, Reina..." I groaned, the sound low and broken. "You’re everywhere. You’re fucking everywhere."

I leaned back, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving with smoke and want.

Calestino was wrong. I wasn’t destroying her.

She was the one destroying me. Piece by fucking piece. And she seemed to be enjoying it, because fucking dammit! I was. I was enjoying every bit of it.

I had never been this excited about anyone before. Never lost control like this. Never stepped outside the man I was—cold, calculated, untouchable. But Reina... Christ. She ripped the discipline right out of me. She dragged every fucking emotion I’d buried for decades to the surface, tearing through the armor I’d spent a lifetime building.

She made me reckless. Made me human.

Around her, I wasn’t the man people feared. I was just a fool with a pulse that wouldn’t stop racing, a grown man stripped to the bones by a woman’s touch.

She turned me into a goddamn teenager again... helpless, desperate, drowning in the kind of hunger that didn’t end.

"Reina!" I growled, tossing the cigar away, not caring where the damn thing landed. It could burn this whole room to ash and I wouldn’t give a single fuck.

Her name tore out of me like a confession.

I pressed the scrap of the lace bra harder against my face, breathing her in until it almost hurt. Her scent filled my lungs, thick and intoxicating... sweet, sinful, alive. I could drown in it and still crave more.

It was madness, this hold she had on me. My body responded before my mind could catch up, heat surging through every inch of me, tension winding tight beneath my skin. I didn’t even realize when my hand found the tie of my robe, loosening it, sliding over the hard lines of my chest as a low, rough sound broke free from my throat.

I was shaking, every nerve wired, every thought consumed by her. The power, the need, the hunger—she had turned it all against me.

Reina. My ruin. My addiction. My goddamn heaven and hell. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I hissed, running my rough fingers down my bare chest until it landed on my crotch.

I could feel my cock pulsing, jerking with excitement with precum sprouting out of my slit.

I ignored my cock, and then slid my hand a little lower, a deep grunt rumbled through my chest as I cupped my balls. God, they were so heavy. Heavy with need.

"Can you feel me getting hard for you?" I groaned into the lace material, I pretended to think the picture on my laptop scene was real. That Reina was sitting on my desk, leaning back on her elbows, watching me. Watching everything I was doing with my fingers.

And her scent, fuck! It was doing something dangerous to me.

I squeezed my balls and I almost cum undone, even without touching my cock. I tried to imagine the hand that was squeezing my balls wasn’t mine, that it was Reina’s. That she was the one squeezing my balls so hard without any mercy.

"This won’t do." I sighed, slowing parting my eyes opened. Soft grey eyes staring right back at me, cutting through me like a rain soaked glass.

"Her voice," I growled, the words tearing out of me as my chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths.

The urge to stroke my cock, with her eyes on me, her scent everywhere around me, and her voice, moaning for me to stroke harder was just too strong I couldn’t ignore it.

Every part of me ached for her, the sound of her moans, the scent that still clung to my skin, the memory of how she whispered my name like a prayer and a sin all at once. The craving was unbearable; it was crawling under my skin, suffocating me.

I reached for my phone before I could stop myself, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed her number. There was a chance she wouldn’t answer, she hadn’t picked up a single one of my calls all day, but I called anyway. I had to hear her voice, even if it was just to tell me to go to hell.

The line rang once. Twice. A third time.

Silence.

Defeat settled low in my chest. I was about to hang up when I heard it, a faint rustle, a breath, a sound that wasn’t static but her.

She’d picked up.

My pulse kicked.

"Reina," I said hoarsely, her name slipping out before I could hold it back.

She didn’t respond, but it didn’t matter. Just knowing she was there, on the other end, listening, breathing, sent a tremor through me. My throat tightened as I tried to speak again, but nothing came out.

The air around me felt charged, dangerous. I could almost feel her presence through the line, haunting me, owning me.

Reina.

Even her silence could undo me.

I palmed my erection, fisting it so hard it almost snapped in two.

"Reina!" I moaned, the sound was hoarse, almost like a cry. I couldn’t believe she had really picked my call, and she was listening to me moan for her and then, the urge to hear her sinful moans filled me with the greatest excitement.

What would it feel like to have a phone sex with her? It would be fucking perfect!

And without thinking, without thinking at all, I hissed out the first sentence that came to my mind.

"Be a good girl, princess. Touch yourself and let daddy hear those sinful moans. Let Daddy hear every single sound you make... only for me!"