Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 37

REINA

I could tell something was wrong from the moment we got home. Domenico’s silence wasn’t normal, it wasn’t the kind that comes from being tired or distracted. It was the kind that made the air heavy. The kind that made you think twice before breathing too loud.

He didn’t even look at me when we stepped into the house. His jaw was tight, his hands shoved in his pockets, and his steps... too steady. Controlled. It scared me more than if he’d shouted.

I didn’t say anything, I only trailed behind him, quietly, like a good girl I knew I never was. Hands clutching my purse, head bowed.

Suddenly, Domenico stopped walking, halting on his track as if it only registered to him now that I had been walking behind him, following him to his building.

"Go to your building," he said finally, voice deep, low, but sharp enough to cut through the quiet. "Freshen up, take some hangover meds if you have one, and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning."

I blinked at him, confused. "What? Why?"

His eyes finally met mine, and I wished they hadn’t. There was something dark there—anger, maybe irritation—I couldn’t tell which. But it made my stomach twist.

"Just go," he said again. "Don’t make me repeat myself, Reina."

My lips parted like I wanted to argue, but I didn’t. I just turned and walked away, even though a thousand questions were burning at the back of my throat.

I didn’t understand him, one night, he wanted me in his building, on his bed, lying next to him with his hands all over me. And then the next night, he wouldn’t even look at me.

I had half-hoped when he dragged me out of the bar, cutting my fun-night short, that he would be dragging me to his bed again. And maybe this time, we’d get to move things forward a little, but now, he was sending me back to my husband’s building?

"Fuck you, Domenico Gravano!" I barked angrily, didn’t care if he could hear it. I didn’t care. The whole world could hear me cussing at my father-in-law right now, and I still wouldn’t care.

Fuck! I was starting to get turned on again. I could feel my nipples hardening against my top. Fuck my life.

"I’m not even that drunk and my whole body is getting this hot? Fuck." I hissed, storming into my building, taking off my shoes and throwing them on the couch as I stormed upstairs.

Back in my room, I threw my purse on the chair and let out a long breath. I didn’t even know what I’d done wrong. He’d been fine earlier, so what changed?

I changed out of the clothes I’d worn all day, washed my face, and slipped into something lighter, silk, soft, something that brushed against my skin just right. I shouldn’t have cared what I wore to bed, but I did. Especially when his face kept flashing in my head.

Having nothing else to do, I picked up my phone and unlocked it. A low grunt rumbled through my chest when I saw two missed calls from Tess.

"Gosh! Didn’t even get to say goodbye to her and her friends." I hissed, rubbing my forehead as I quickly typed out a message to let her know I was okay that I will see her in school the next morning.

After that, I decided to call Paolo, to check on him before going to bed.

I called Paolo after that. His voice sounded strained, tired, like he was forcing himself to sound normal.

I wondered what he was up to that was making him sound like that. Or was he hurt? Did he get hurt while doing business?

"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly. For the third time today.

"I’m fine, baby. Just... a little pain. Nothing serious."

That didn’t sound fine. "Are you sure? You don’t sound..."

"Reina," he interrupted, gentle but firm, "I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ve been doing this business for as long as I can remember. It’s alright, I’ll come back home soon."

He tried to laugh, but it came out small. "And... don’t forget about our date. I’m really looking forward to it."

"Okay," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "I can’t wait to have you back. I missed you."

Paolo mumbled a reply that didn’t quite make it to my ears. My pussy throbbed, for the first time while having a conversation with my husband. It was Paolo this time, not his father. His voice was turning me on.

I swallowed thickly, moving my hand to my chest, rubbing two fingers over my nipple, rubbing it gently through the thin clothes I had on.

"Paolo," I called out gently, biting down on my lower lip. "Do you want to have phone sex with me?"

Gosh! It would be phone. I remembered the one I had with Domenico just last night, and I wanted to do it again. But this time, I wanted the man on the other end of the phone, talking dirty to me to be my husband. Paolo would say some filth to me, he would make me cum without even touching me...

"No!" His reply came in a harsh grunt, cutting through my train of thought. "No I don’t want to have phone sex with you. It’s already late over here, darling wife. I’m going to bed now."

"Good," I murmured, anger surging through me. "I love you then." I guess I do.

"I love you too."

When the call ended, I just sat there for a moment, staring at nothing. My chest felt heavy, my throat tight. Paolo wouldn’t even try to hide the fact that he wasn’t interested in touching me?

But why? What the fuck was wrong with him? His father didn’t have any problem claiming me.

Domenico’s face cut through my thoughts like a blade. His voice. His stare. His silence.

I sighed, pushing the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t leave. I leaned back against the pillows, letting my hand rest against my stomach, then lower...

Maybe I should just masturbate to the image of Domenico and then go to bed.

My fingers brushed lightly over my skin, and I let out a small breath. I shouldn’t be doing this, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop myself, not when every nerve in me was awake. Not when my husband just denied me again like he always do.

Then I heard it.

"Who’s that for?"