Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 29

REINA

His hand tightened slightly on my waist, brushing his fingers up and down, rubbing my stomach, turning me on even more. And when he spoke, his tone was almost pleading. "Just this. Just... to be close. For tonight."

My body betrayed me before my mouth could argue. I didn’t push him away.

The quiet stretched on, thick with things we didn’t dare say.

"I hate you sometimes," I said, because I needed him to know.

"I know," he murmured, his breath brushing my skin. "Sometimes I hate me too."

It wasn’t an apology, but somehow it felt like one.

Minutes passed. My eyes adjusted to the dark, tracing the faint outline of his face behind me. He wasn’t sleeping. Neither was I.

When I finally turned, slowly, cautiously, his gaze caught mine. We were too close. One move and our lips would touch.

He didn’t speak. Just looked at me like I was something sacred and forbidden at once.

"You promised," I reminded him, my voice barely more than a breath. Trembling like a girl full of needs.

He nodded. "And I’ll keep it."

His thumb brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle, reverent almost. "But you should know, Reina," he whispered, "even if I don’t touch you, every inch of me already belongs to you."

My heart stuttered.

I didn’t want to believe him. I didn’t want to fall for words like that, words that felt like shackles disguised as devotion. But they still found their way under my skin.

"Go to sleep," I said, my voice trembling.

"I will," he said, though neither of us did.

We lay there in silence, breaths tangling, bodies a breath apart. I could feel his restraint like a living thing between us, fragile, dangerous, ready to snap at the slightest push.

And yet, for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel afraid.

I felt alive.

Because no matter how wrong it was, no matter how many times I told myself I wouldn’t let it happen again...

I still wanted him.

"I think I love you, Reina. What should I do?" he muttered, hot air fanning against my face.

"Love?" I laughed, the sound sharp and breathless, because if I didn’t laugh, I might break. My heart was a hammer in my chest, beating so violently I could feel it in my throat. "You don’t love me, Domenico."

His brows drew together, confusion—or maybe guilt—flickering in those dark, unreadable eyes.

"This," I said, jabbing a trembling finger between us, the air thick enough to choke on. My fingertip almost grazed his bare chest, the heat of him taunting me like a cruel reminder of everything I wanted but shouldn’t. "This thing between us isn’t love. It’s obsession. It’s lust. It’s madness."

I shifted a little closer to him, my voice shaking with anger and want. "You don’t love me enough to not ruin me. You only love the idea of me—me underneath you, me taking your hunger, your rage, your goddamn madness and pretending it’s affection."

"Reina..." His voice broke, deep and unsteady, like it hurt to breathe.

"But it’s not love, Domenico!" I snapped, my eyes burning. "If it were, you’d let me go before you destroy what’s left of me."

His jaw clenched. For a second, he looked like he might shout, but then something inside him just... deflated. His shoulders sagged, the fight leaving him.

"That..." He swallowed hard, the words dragging painfully out of him. "That might be true." His gaze dropped to my lips, then lifted again, desperate and raw. "But I need you. I can’t stop needing you. I want you, baby. God help me, I want you."

He moved his face forward until his breath brushed my face, no space between our us anymore, trembling hands hovering near my waist like he was afraid to touch me—but dying to.

"I don’t know if it’s love," he whispered, voice rough and breaking apart. "But it feels like it’s killing me."

I swallowed thickly, my hand slid between us, grabbing his erection and I wasn’t gentle about it. Domenico let out a deep grunt, but didn’t try to stop me from squeezing his cock.

"You want to get off, right?" I asked, my heart beating crazily in my chest. Domenico nodded once, his eyes not leaving mine. "Then get off, using any part of my body you want. But please, please don’t put it in."

"All right," he murmured, that dangerous smirk curving his lips—slow, deliberate, dripping sin. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

His hand slid over mine, guiding it until both our palms were now wrapped around the thick length of him. Stroking him through his boxer briefs. Heat pulsed beneath our joined grip, his breath catching as he squeezed, forcing a groan from deep in his chest.

"Feel that?" he rasped, voice low and ragged. "That’s what you do to me, Reina."

My throat tightened, every nerve in my body screaming. His skin was hot, slick, the sound of our hands moving together filling the heavy silence of the room.

"I’m not going to penetrate you," he whispered against my ear, his tone almost tender, almost cruel. His lips brushed my jaw as his hand tightened around mine again. "At least... not tonight."

My pulse stopped.

Not tonight?

Was that a warning—or a promise?

His eyes met mine then, black fire gleaming in them. And as his grip shifted, guiding me faster, harder, I realized something terrifying.

He was holding back. But why would he do that?

For now. Just as he said. Next time, he really was going to fuck me. Not just with his fingers or his tongue, he was going to go all in. Balls deep in my cunt and fuck me so hard I’d never be able to stop coming for more.