DOMENICO
I should’ve known the moment would come back to bite me. I should’ve known nothing in my life ever went the way I imagined.
But for a few hours—just a few—I let myself believe I could have her.
Reina.
My son’s wife. My obsession. The one woman who had made me feel like I was twenty again and losing my mind for the first time all over again.
The two days I had her were hell for my sanity. Every look, every moan, every stupid little gasp she made when I touched her—it did something to me I wasn’t built for. I wasn’t eighteen, I wasn’t naïve, and I sure as hell wasn’t someone who fell in love.
Yet there I was, falling so hard it made my chest feel bruised.
And the more I had her, the more I wanted. Not s*x. Not a stolen moment in some dark corner where no one could see us toge
