REINA
My heart stopped. I froze. How long had he been standing there?
His voice.
My head snapped toward the doorway, and there he was—Domenico—standing there, half in shadow, watching me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, but the edge in his tone made my whole body tense.
“You're about to f**k your p***y with your fingers, princess. Who’s it for?” he asked again, quieter this time, but dead serious. “My son? The man you just called?”
I swallowed hard, heat rising to my face. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
He didn’t move. “Answer me.”
I could hear my pulse in my ears. Every part of me was on fire, half from excitement, half from anger that he was making me feel ashamed.
So I looked him straight in the eye. “Maybe it’s not for anyone. Maybe it’s for whoever’s available.”
His jaw clenche
