Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 11

REINA

The morning light spilled into the bedroom, soft and golden, yet my skin still tingled from the way I had come so hard last night. I could still feel the ache between my thighs, the lingering pulse of pleasure that made even the air feel warmer against my skin.

I had slept with a smile, and I woke up with it still there, stretching lazily across my lips.

Paolo stood at the dresser, buttoning his shirt. He hadn’t said much since he woke up this morning, only offering me the occasional glance through the mirror.

My reflection betrayed me—cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, eyes holding that satisfied shine I couldn’t hide. And my dress... well, I had chosen it deliberately.

Red short dress that hugged my body in all the right places, a little too sexy for something as simple as family breakfast. I told myself it was for me, to feel good in my own skin. But deep down, I knew exactly why I dressed like this.

This is for my father-in-law. I picked this dress, among others, just to grab Domenico’s attention... to tease him.

Something told me I didn’t have to try so hard to grab his attention anymore. Domenico’s eyes were already on me, always on me. Yet the urge to tease him—my dangerously hot, sinfully magnetic father-in-law—burned in my veins like poison I couldn’t resist. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Even though I had sworn to myself that what happened yesterday would never repeat itself, I still wanted to toy with fire. Just one more glance, one more brush of temptation. There couldn’t be any harm in teasing him... right?

"Turn around."

Paolo’s voice cracked through the air, low and edged with a deadly calm that froze my blood in an instant. I stiffened, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.

Fuck.

How could I be this reckless? Fantasizing about my father-in-law while my husband was standing just a few feet away?

I must have chosen death. Because if Paolo ever found out about my dirty, unspeakable secret with his father, there would be no forgiveness. No mercy. He wouldn’t hesitate to end me with his bare hands.

I could already imagine his fingers tightening around my throat, his eyes as cold as the grave.

Last night, I was sure he would say something... anything at all when he came back from his father’s. That he’d question me, demand an explanation, drag the truth out of me. But instead, he collapsed onto the bed beside me like a corpse, silent and unmoving until dawn.

He hadn’t picked up on what was happening between me and his father yet—thank God. But that didn’t mean I was safe. One slip, one wrong look, and not even Domenico could save me from this man.

"Calestino is attending an auction today," Paolo said finally, stepping closer. His voice was deceptively even, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, a warning that slid beneath my skin. "If you need anything... you tell me, alright?"

His words lingered like a blade pressed against my throat.

His hands gently brushed over my waist as he reached for the zipper at my back. I felt the slow, deliberate pull of it closing, the sound slicing through the silence of the room. His fingers grazed my bare skin as he moved, making a shiver run down my spine.

Then he leaned in, his lips pressing a quick kiss to the center of my back.

My breath caught. For a moment, I let myself melt into the touch, leaning back against him. I wanted to believe it was the start of something. But he straightened almost instantly, stepping away as though it hadn’t meant anything at all.

I turned to face him, narrowing my eyes. "You’ve been... a bit more distance," I said, watching his face for any shift. "Are we really okay?"

He didn’t look at me right away. He seemed to be avoiding my eyes for a reason.

"I’ve been busy." He grumbled, clenching his fists.

"That’s all?" I asked, frowning.

Right, I wouldn’t lie that I can’t see it in his eyes that he seemed tired, but still, how busy can one be that he wouldn’t touch his own wife? It had been two years for fuck sake!

His jaw flexed. "You’ll have to bear with me for now." He stepped forward, cupping my cheek with one hand and kissing me full on the lips. There was no heat in it, no playfulness, no tongue. Just contact. Then he pulled back, his eyes already elsewhere. Pointing to my neck. "I’ll get you another diamond necklace. The set you liked."

I blinked at him. Expensive gifts. That was his answer to everything. I forced a small nod, stepping back from him. "Thank you."

It was all I could say. Kisses that weren’t romantic, presents that didn’t mean intimacy. That was our marriage.

And I knew—I knew—that if my husband would just touch me, just once, I might stop thinking about his father. But now... it was certain. He wasn’t going to. And I wasn’t going to stop myself from messing around with his father either.

If my husband wouldn’t fuck me, then I’d give my body to the man who actually knew what to do with it. Since he was too busy drowning in his own importance to notice his wife, I’d make sure someone else did—someone who didn’t pretend to be too occupied, someone who could take me apart piece by piece until there was nothing left of my anger but a scream. A desperate moan.

Let Paolo keep his empty bed and his empty pride. I’d give myself to the fire, and I’d do it with a smile, just to watch him burn.

"I have to travel," Paolo said suddenly, straightening his cuffs. "You know... Business. I’ll be gone for a week. Maybe two."

The words landed like a secret gift. For the first time in two years of marriage, I felt a burst of happiness at the idea of him leaving. I swallowed my excitement down, keeping my face neutral, but my heart was already beating faster.

A week. Maybe two. Just me and Domenico. Perfect!