Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 70

REINA

I should’ve said something. I should’ve told him he couldn’t talk like that, that we couldn’t talk like that right in the open... but I didn’t. Because instead of fear, I felt heat rising in my chest, in my cheeks, down my neck and straight to my pulsing cunt.

I bit the inside of my lip to hide the smile threatening to break through.

He noticed anyway. "You think this is funny?" he asked, voice rough. "You think teasing me is funny?"

"No," I said, fighting laughter. "I think you’re overreacting."

"Overreacting?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You were being watched, Reina. You were tailed for God knows how long, barely thirty minutes ago. And now you’re here, dressed like that, with strange men putting their hands near you..."

"He didn’t touch me," I cut in softly.

Fuck! Is he jealous? Is Domenico Gravano jealous of Paul?

"Yet," Domenico snapped, his grip on my wrist tightening for a second before he forced himself to let go. He exhaled hard. "You don’t understand how dangerous that was."

"I do," I said gently. "But you can’t protect me from everything."

His eyes met mine, dark, unreadable, soulless. "Watch me."

The words were so sure, so absolute, that for a second, I couldn’t breathe. He meant it. He actually meant it.

I didn’t know whether to be terrified or touched... or shit maybe both.

I smiled faintly. "You sound like you’re about to lock me in a tower."

"If that’s what it takes to keep you safe, away from the wicked world," he said, and it wasn’t a joke.

My heart skipped. The music thumped on around us, blue and red lights flickering across his face. He looked wild and insanely handsome and completely out of place among the dancers and the rest of the world.

He looked like something that didn’t belong to this world. Something that belonged to only me.

"You really think you can control everything," I said, stepping back just a little, testing him further. "Even me?"

He smiled without humor. "Especially you."

"Oh?" I tilted my head, teasing, the corners of my lips curving. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, biting my lip so sexily, just the way I knew he liked. "You sure about that?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, that dangerous calm sliding back over him like armor. "You enjoy pushing me, don’t you?"

"Maybe a little."

"Reina," he warned.

"Domenico," I mimicked, my tone light but my pulse anything but. "You worry too much."

"And you don’t worry enough."

We stood there like that for a heartbeat, him breathing hard, me trying not to. Then, before I could blink, he moved.

In one swift motion, he bent, wrapped an arm around my thighs, and lifted me clear off the floor. I let out a startled yelp as he hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

"Domenico!" I gasped, half laughing, half mortified as people nearby turned to stare. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here," he said, voice flat and final. "Before I lose my damn mind."

I started pounding lightly on his back. "Put me down! You’re causing a scene!"

"Good," he said. "Maybe they’ll all understand not to look at what’s mine again."

God, he was impossible. Terrifying. Infuriating.

And yet, my cheeks were on fire, and I couldn’t stop smiling even if I tried.

I gave up struggling halfway to the door, hanging over his shoulder like a sack of very confused feelings. "You’re insane, daddy Domenico." I muttered.

"Probably," he said. "But at least you’re safe now that I’m here. I don’t have to worry about coming too late to protect you."

When we reached the entrance, the cold night air hit my skin, sharp and sobering.

And that was when I saw her.

Tessa.

She was standing by the bar near the entrance, holding two drinks, one clearly meant for me. Her eyes widened, first in shock, then in something else I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just surprise. There was something almost tight in her smile, something that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Oh my God, Reina!" she half-laughed, half-gawked. The sound was too sharp, too forced. "What the hell...?"

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I must have looked insane, hair tangled, cheeks flushed, my body slung over Domenico’s broad shoulder like some kind of drunken prize he’d just claimed.

My heart skittered somewhere between mortification and confusion.

"Tess! I’m so sorry!" I wriggled against Domenico’s hold, trying to reach for her, but his grip only tightened slightly, as if reminding me who was in control.

I managed to grab the car keys from my purse, tossing them her way. She caught them, barely, the drink in her other hand nearly spilling.

Her brows furrowed, that painted-on smile faltering. "Sorry?" she sputtered. "Where are you... going?"

Her gaze flicked briefly to Domenico, then back to me. The look in her eyes lingered too long, lingering on him, on his expensive suit, on the sheer authority that rolled off him even in silence.

Something unreadable flashed across her face, anger, curiosity, maybe even something darker.

"I’ll call you tomorrow!" I shouted over the noise of the bar, guilt twisting in my chest. "Something came up!"

Something being a six-foot-four Italian problem who refused to let me walk.

She didn’t reply, not immediately. She just stared—not at me, but at him—her lips parting slightly like she was about to say something she thought better of.

Then she gave a tiny, brittle laugh, the kind that wasn’t meant to sound bitter but somehow did.

"Right," she finally said, her voice light but her eyes heavy. "Of course. You’ll... tell me everything tomorrow."

I smiled, dazed and flustered. "Promise!"

Tessa’s mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but Domenico turned to face her briefly, and whatever she’d been about to say died right there.

"Thank you," he said, his tone unexpectedly gentle. "For keeping my princess safe tonight."

My cheeks flamed so hot I thought I’d combust right there.

Tessa blinked, speechless, as Domenico adjusted his grip on me and kept walking. "Oh my God," she muttered behind us, voice faint with disbelief. "His princess?"

I buried my face in my hands. "You’re unbelievable," I mumbled against his back. "Do you have to stake your claim over me in front of my friend like that?"

"Mm," he hummed, reaching his hand up to fondle my ass cheeks. "It’s very necessary to do that. Especially in front of your friend. I want her to know you’re mine so she’ll advise young boys to stay away from you because you’re already taken by me."

"You’re so..." Fuck, I giggled, hiding my blushed cheeks against his broad back. "Stop being so sexy, daddy. You’re turning me on."

"Maybe I want you to soak your panties with your pussy juice dripping everywhere so we don’t have to rely on lubricant." I heard him chuckled before slipping two fingers into my short dress, rubbing them over my pussy through my panties just to feel my wetness.