Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 23

REINA

I was out of my mind. Way out of my goddamn mind.

Out of my mind. Completely. Goddamn insane.

Just this morning, I was so sure I’d never fall for Domenico’s charm again. I thought I’d buried every trace of that filthy, forbidden thing between us, buried it so deep not even I could dig it up.

I thought I’d finally put the past behind me.

But a few bottles of alcohol later, with my thoughts spinning and my chest burning, I started thinking about how my life used to be before Paolo found me... and how empty it would be if he ever walked away. I told myself I was done. I told myself I’d come back to my senses.

But I hadn’t. God, I hadn’t.

It took whiskey, tears, and a whole lot of self-loathing for me to swear I’d never be such a desperate, pathetic slut for Domenico again. That I’d never let that man touch me, break me, or own me again. That I would never be such a needy, slutty brat for him anymore.

And yet here I am, crawling right back to him like a goddamn addict. It only took one wet dream and the sound of his voice to undo everything I promised myself.

Domenico Gravano is a devil in human skin, and I was thinking with my cunt instead of my brain. I couldn’t see, or maybe I refused to see, how badly this was going to destroy me.

But the truth? I didn’t care anymore.

Because my body still remembered him.

Still ached for him.

Still craved the man who was hellbent on dragging me back to hell, and making me beg to stay there.

The moment the camera clicked, a deep, helpless whimper slipped out of me. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, lying here, phone in hand, staring at the picture I’d just taken. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

My pulse pounded so hard it hurt. I hadn’t even sent it yet, and still, the thought of him seeing it made my stomach twist and my breath catch. What the hell was I doing?

I knew I’d done far worse with him in the past twenty-four hours, but this... snapping a picture of my pussy, this was the height of it.

This was where the line should’ve been drawn, where I should’ve stopped, and told him how dangerously wrong this was. But I couldn’t. Every time I tried to open my mouth, the words died on my tongue. I couldn’t seem to deny him anything, no matter how hard I tried.

I couldn’t bring myself to disobey him. It was as if there was an invisible pull between us, something dark and magnetic, dragging me toward his will. Every command, every sound, I followed without question, without thought.

Or maybe it wasn’t him at all. Maybe it was me. Maybe I just wanted to be the good girl who never said no to him... the one who obeyed, even when it burned. The one who gets to satisfy daddy.

Daddy? Reina, what the fuck is wrong with you?

"Baby?" Domenico’s voice rumbled through the other end, low and commanding enough to make my breath hitch.

The sound of it sent a shiver down my spine, my hands trembling before I could even form a reply. God, even his voice was dangerous, smooth, sinfully sexy, and entirely too tempting. Just like the rest of him.

"Are you hesitating?" he asked quietly, his tone both patient and sharp. "You don’t want to show me what you’ve done? You don’t want daddy to see how wet you are for him?"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Of course I wanted to. And that was the problem.

I wanted him to see my pussy, to see what he did to me without even trying. Wasn’t that the whole reason I’d done it in the first place? Because I wanted him to see the effects he has on me?

"I..." I swallowed greedily, rubbing my thighs together to suppress the heat between my legs. "I want to show daddy how wet I am for him."

"Good girl." He growled, and fucking fuck, the sound was just too erotic. It was making me exciting.

And what was it about him calling me good girl that made my heart slam against my ribs like that?

The words weren’t even loud—just a low murmur, deep and deliberate—but they hit something raw inside me. It was ridiculous how a simple phrase could unravel me, make me ache to hear it again.

It wasn’t just praise; it was a claim, a reward, a promise that for one fleeting second, I’d done something right in his eyes. And somehow, that was enough to make my pulse lose its rhythm.

I hit send before I could think twice, my thumb trembling over the screen. The rush hit me instantly, a dizzy, breathless thud of my heart against my ribs as I watched the message go through.

The silence that followed was unbearable. Every second stretched thin, heavy with the thought of him seeing it, of him knowing exactly what I’d just done.

"Reina!" Domenico’s voice cracked through the speaker, rough and breathless, and the sound of it sent a tremor straight through me.

I pressed my thighs together even harder. If he continue talking to me in that voice, I was going to cum without having to touch myself again.

"Y-yes, Daddy..." My voice came out small, shaky.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" His tone was low, strained, the kind of voice that made every word feel like it carried a weight, a warning. "Do you know what that picture did to me?"

I couldn’t help the shaky laugh that left me. "Did you like it, daddy?"

"Like it?" he scoffed softly, as if the word itself insulted him. "No, baby. I loved it. You’re... incredible. Fucking beautiful. Every part of you is insanely beautiful, princess."

My breath hitched. He liked it. He loved it. And somehow, that simple confession made every nerve in my body come alive, warm, fluttering, and utterly undone.