Make Me Moan, Daddy

DOMENICO

I was seeing red.

Rain pounded against the windshield like it was trying to break the glass. Wipers worked overtime, smearing water across the view, but it didn't matter. I could've driven blind. My fury would've guided me.

That bastard cop, the same one I told my son to kill months ago, was still breathing.

Not just breathing. He led a team of officers straight into my factory like he had a goddamn invitation to do so. And Paolo, my son, my blood, the one who should've handled it? He'd done nothing.

Sat on his ass like a goddamn bitch, letting that motherfucker live, and now I had a raid on my hands.

Do you know what it means when a cop raids a mafia-owned facility and finds something? Something so fucking implicative? Something that's not so legal?

It means someone dies. Either them or us.

"That bastard son of mine won't even answer my calls. Fucking pathetic." I snarled, slamming my fist against the steering wheel angrily.

Rage roared through me like wildfire as I sped down the road, blind to traffic, blind to reason. I didn't give a single fuck. All I could think about was finding Paolo and putting a bullet in his fucking head.

I didn't go home to my building. I couldn't. If I saw my own reflection, I might put a bullet in the mirror and I hated destroying my own property. It isn't fun.

Instead, I drove straight through the gates and stormed into my son's side of the villa. If he wouldn't kill for me, I'd kill him myself.

And I would enjoy every fucking bit of it.

I slammed the car door shut, rain soaking through my shirt before I even reached the porch. I didn't knock. I never knocked. My hand gripped the doorknob and twisted hard.

Then I saw her.

And every ounce of my rage turned into something darker.

She stood there in the center of the living room, naked. Completely fucking naked.

Fucking hell!

A towel draped lazily beside her on the couch like she had stripped just moments ago. Her legs glistened with leftover water from a recent shower, droplets still sliding over smooth, glowing skin. Her nipples were hard, her thighs pressed together, her fingers twitching at her sides like she'd been expecting someone. Like she'd been waiting.

Waiting for who? Me?

And her eyes...

They locked on mine.

My cock reacted faster than my brain. Twitching and throbbing in the confine of my pants like the damn senseless whore it was.

I froze in the doorway, soaked from head to toe, rain dripping from my hair onto the marble floor. My tie was tight against my neck, suffocating, my chest heaving from the weight of everything I felt in that moment.

Anger.

Lust.

Hunger.

Guilt.

Hatred.

A bit of everything.

But above all I felt possession.

This wasn't the first time Reina had teased me.

Oh no.

From the very first day she moved into this villa as my son's wife, she had been a fucking curse on my sanity. She'd walk around in robes too short, whispering hello, Daddy like it meant nothing. She'd sit at the dinner table with those soft lips wrapped around a strawberry, and I'd have to excuse myself before I got hard in front of the whole goddamn family.

I tried ignoring her.

I tried staying away.

Didn't matter.

She infected me.

I started taking pictures of her in secret. My security cameras caught glimpses of her in the pool, in the hallway, sneaking into the kitchen at midnight with nothing but a silk shirt on. I'd replay them at night. Screenshot them. Zoom in on her bare legs, her tight ass, her mouth. I'd jerk off to those images, groaning her name into the dark.

She became a ritual.

My favorite sin.

I hated her for it.

I hated myself more.

And now here she was on display. In fucking 3D.

Her body was even better up close. Skin dewy and flushed, thighs trembling slightly, chest rising and falling like she was nervous but... expectant. Like she wanted me to see her.

My jaw clenched.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," I muttered, stepping fully inside and slamming the door shut behind me.

She flinched but didn't move. Didn't cover up. Didn't even make any attempt to hide her naked body from me.

Her eyes never left me.

The silence between us crackled.

"You think this is a game?" I snarled. "You think standing there naked like that is funny? Cute, huh?"

She bit her lip. That mouth. That fucking mouth that haunted me night after night. That fucking mouth that's just too sinful and sexy.

"I... I thought it was Paolo," she whispered.

Liar.

Fucking liar!

Paolo hadn't touched her in months. I knew because she walked around like a woman starving for affection, for attention, a man's touch... for anything at all. And my idiot son couldn't see what he had.

But I could.

I could fucking see everything he couldn't see in her.

And I have had enough.

I loosened my tie, breath heavy, fury still pounding through my blood. My cock was already hard, painfully so. My slacks did nothing to hide it. I unzipped them slowly, my eyes still locked on hers.

"Don't play innocent now," I growled. "You've been fucking teasing me since the day you walked into this house." I gritted out.

She inhaled sharply, her chest rising beautifully. Refusing to say anything.

"You think I don't know what you've been doing?" I asked. "Parading that body around me, acting like it's nothing. You knew. You fucking knew. And now you're standing there naked, knowing I'd be the one to walk through that door."

She opened her mouth, maybe to deny it. I didn't let her.

I stepped forward. One slow, lethal step. Getting dangerously close to her.

My cock sprang free from my pants, thick and hard in my grip. I stroked it once, twice, eyes burning into her.

"If you want to tease Daddy so bad..." I said through clenched teeth, "then crawl to me, right fucking now, and suck my cock."

I wasn't asking her to, I was fucking ordering her. And no one dared defy my order.