REINA
After f*****g my mouth in the shower and cumming down my throat, Domenico left me to shower, claiming he had something urgent to take care of.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, my phone was vibrating on the nightstand.
Father-in-law: Come outside when you're ready.
No “pet name this time.” No emoji. Just an order, like always.
I sighed, half annoyed, half amused. Typical.
I dressed quickly—high-waisted jeans, a beige top, my hair loose around my shoulders. I put on light makeup, enough to look alive but not like I was trying too hard. I was nervous, though. My hands wouldn’t stay still.
When I stepped outside, I froze.
Domenico was standing beside a sleek black car parked right in front of my building. Not his usual car—this one had a big silver bow tied around the hood.
