Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 80

REINA

The moment the words left his mouth, they hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"I’d love for you to divorce my son."

For a second I couldn’t breathe. Not from shock but from something more uglier.

I felt cheap. I felt dirty.

I felt like the exact thing people called women like me behind closed doors.

A whore.

A homewrecker.

A... nothing.

My mouth went dry. My chest tightened so hard I thought I was going to choke on air. The shame came fast, burning its way up my throat.

I stared at him, unable to even blink. My voice didn’t work. My tongue felt thick. My heart felt like it might drop out of my body and hit the floor.

And suddenly tears were sliding down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.

"Reina..." Domenico’s voice cracked. I had never heard it like that. He looked shocked, confused, like he had absolutely no idea why I was crying.

I didn’t care.

"Why?" I managed to get out, but the word came out small and broken just like the rest of me. "Why would you say that to me?"

Why would you ask that of me when you knew how much your son... My marriage to him, when you knew how much it meant to me?

"Baby..."

"Don’t call me that," I snapped, the words sharp on my tongue because I needed them to be. I needed to hurt him before he hurt me with his words again.

His hand lifted to touch my cheek.

I jerked back like he burned me.

I slid off the counter so fast my foot almost slipped, but I caught myself on the edge. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My vision was blurry from tears. I shoved away from him, backing up several steps.

He made to take a step closer, it scared me. So I raised one hand, stopping him before he could get any closer to me.

"Stay right the fuck there! Stay the fuck away from me."

Domenico froze. His hands were still lifted, like he didn’t know whether to reach for me or to let me run.

"Reina, calm down," he tried again, stepping toward me. "You misunderstood me."

"No," I said, my voice shaking, "I understood you perfectly. There’s nothing to misunderstand here."

He blinked. "You didn’t..."

"I did!" I yelled, my voice cracking halfway through. Tears kept falling faster and faster, and I couldn’t stop them. "You think I’m beneath your son, don’t you? You think I don’t deserve him. You think someone like me don’t deserve Paolo just because you’ve seen my nakedness and you already know what I tasted like."

His brows slammed together. "What? No..."

"Yes!" I shouted again. "You think the only thing I’m good for is spreading my legs for you, huh? So while you talk to him on the phone you realised you can’t let him come back home to a dirty slut me!"

His jaw clenched. "That’s not what I..."

"I’m a whore, right?" I threw the word at him like a blade before he could say anything else. "Just a stupid, lonely woman you used because I was convenient. Because I was too easy... to cheap!"

His face hardened with something that looked like pain. Real pain.

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak. I couldn’t let him speak because I knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth would only hurt me even more.

"You don’t think I deserved Paolo’s love, right? That’s why you want me to divorce him? Because I disgust you?"

"Reina." His voice shook. "Stop. Let me explain. Just, please..."

I was done listening.

The ugly, painful heat inside me pushed out of me in one rush. My mouth moved faster than my brain could stop it.

"Do you think I wanted to sleep with a bastard like you?" I threw at him, loud, cruel, shaking. "Do you think you’re some fantasy I had? If my husband had touched me even once the way I needed, I would have never, NEVER let you near me!"

His entire expression changed. Something snapped behind his eyes. Hurt, anger, disbelief. I couldn’t even tell. But it hit him.

I saw it hit him. And I was glad it did.

"I loved my husband," I kept going, wiping my face angrily. "More than you could ever understand. I was just lonely. I needed someone to hold me. Anyone. And you..."

I scoffed, shaking my head at him like he disgusted me. Like his mere existence disgusted me. "—you were there. Available. That’s all."

He stayed silent.

And that silence made me panic more.

I spun around and bolted for the living room because I remembered now that my purse was there. I needed my phone. My house keys. Anything. I needed to get out of his house before I completely shattered in front of him.

Footsteps followed me, heavy and steady. Hot on my heels.

"Reina," he called after me. "Stop."

I didn’t.

I saw my purse sitting on the couch and ran straight to it. I snatched it up, ripping it open, searching for my phone.

Domenico came into the livingroom right behind me.

"Reina, please, let me talk—"

I grabbed a few bills from my wallet, turned around, and threw the money straight at his chest.

The cash hit him and fluttered to the ground around his feet.

"Here," I spat. "Payment."

He stared at me like I’d slapped him. Hard.

I wasn’t done.

"You’re nothing but a fuck toy to me," I hissed, even though my voice was shaking so badly the words barely held together. "So take the money and go fuck yourself."

His jaw flexed.

He stepped toward me.

I stepped back immediately, hand reaching for my phone on the couch.

Before I could grab it, his hand clamped around my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I struggled, but he pulled me toward him, not rough enough to hurt me, but firm enough to make it clear he wasn’t letting me walk away from this.

He pushed me backward until the back of my legs hit the edge of the couch, and then he guided me down until I fell onto it. Then he pinned me there, one hand on my wrist, the other braced beside my head, caging me in.

His face was inches from mine. His breath hit my cheek. His eyes were dark and furious.

"Say it again," he growled softly. "Look me in the eyes and say I was just a fuck toy to you, princess."

My lips trembled. How could I possibly say that lie again when he talked to me like that? When he looked at me like he was going to drop dead if I should hurt his feelings again. "I..."

"And say," he continued, voice even lower, "that you wouldn’t have let me touch you if Paolo had paid attention to you."

My throat tightened.

My chest heaved.

I tried to look away, but he grabbed my jaw gently and made me face him.

"Say it," he whispered.

I couldn’t.

Not because it wasn’t believable. But because it was the exact opposite of what I really felt and he knew it.

His eyes softened the second he realized I couldn’t speak.

Then he leaned down and kissed me.

Full on the lips. Hard. Desperate.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve slapped him. I should’ve screamed.

Instead my hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer like I needed the kiss more than oxygen. I kissed him back until my lips hurt, until my chest burned, until I hated myself for giving in so easily. Until I hated for letting his charm work on me again.

When I felt the moment he had me... when I realized he had just taken back control of everything, I reached one hand upward and I slapped him.

His head jerked to the side. He didn’t move for a second.

Then slowly... he smiled.

Not mocking.

Not arrogant.

Not cruel.

A real smile. He reached into his pocket.

And then, he pulled back away from me and he went down on one knee.

I froze completely.

"Reina," he said, voice steady, serious, nothing playful in it now, "I love you."

My heart dropped.

"This isn’t some game. It isn’t some mistake. It isn’t something you imagined or blew out of proportion."

He opened his hand. A ring sat in his palm.

"Leave my son," he said quietly. "And choose me."

My breath left my body. My heartbeat stopped.

My vision blurred again, from shock this time, not tears.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.