Chapter 141

Chapter 141
DOMENICO 

The morning light didn’t just wrap around us—it bathed the entire penthouse suite in a golden, almost divine haze, as if the universe itself had conspired to create this perfect, sinful tableau. I lounged against the massive headboard like a king on his throne, my powerful frame relaxed yet radiating raw dominance. In my lap, Reina was a vision of disheveled temptation, clad only in a whisper-thin silk robe that refused to behave. Every subtle shift caused the fabric to slip open, teasing me with the soft swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the newly plush thickness of her thighs.

I speared another forkful of the absurdly decadent breakfast she’d demanded at dawn: a strawberry-stuffed spinach omelette drizzled with aged balsamic and edible gold flakes, paired with avocado toast slathered in dark chocolate ganache and sprinkled with flaky sea salt, mango slices dusted with chili powder and lime zest, and a thick yogurt parfait layered with honey, pistachios, and candied ginger. I brought the bite to her lips with deliberate slowness, watching her mouth part eagerly.

“More,” Reina practically moaned, her voice husky and needy as she leaned forward, devouring the offering with shameless hunger. Her appetite was no longer human—it was primal, almost animalistic. She ate like a woman starved for weeks, cheeks flushed a deep rose, eyes fluttering half-closed in ecstasy with every swallow. Crumbs of chocolate clung to her full lower lip; a streak of mango juice trickled down her chin. I wiped it away with my thumb, then sucked the sweetness off myself, my dark eyes burning with satisfaction.

“You’re glowing, my little queen,” I murmured, my voice velvet-wrapped steel. “Look at you. Consuming everything I give you so greedily. Eat, Reina. Eat until you can’t move. I’ll have the chef prepare an entire second feast if you desire it. Third. Whatever your body craves.”

She demolished the tray with ferocious enthusiasm, far beyond anything I’d witnessed before. When she finally collapsed back against my chest with a long, shuddering sigh of pure bliss, her belly was slightly rounded from the feast. I set the tray aside and pulled her flush against me, my large hands sliding under the slipping robe to claim her.

“Come here, tesoro.” I tugged my own oversized black dress shirt over her head, watching it engulf her smaller frame like a possessive brand. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, and the sight of her—naked beneath my clothing, marked by my scent, my touch—sent a violent surge of lust straight to my cock. I laid her down on the rumpled silk sheets and began my worship.

My fingers threaded through her hair, massaging her scalp until she purred like a contented cat. Then lower—kneading the knots from her shoulders, tracing the elegant line of her spine, and finally gripping the generous globes of her ass.

Fuck.

It was undeniable now. Her ass had grown impossibly plumper, rounder, heavier—two lush, juicy handfuls that spilled between my fingers with obscene softness. Her hips had widened into a fertile, womanly flare. Her breasts, pressing heavily against the fabric of my shirt, were fuller, veined, the nipples darker and more sensitive. Every curve screamed of change, of ripeness. I pushed the thoughts down, focusing instead on the feel of her.

“You feel like sin incarnate,” I whispered hotly against her neck, nipping the skin before soothing it with my tongue. “Every inch of you is swelling for me. Softer. Riper. Made to be owned.”

For a while, she melted under my touch, but then the storm came.

Reina twisted suddenly, eyes sharp and accusing. “How involved were you when your first baby mama was pregnant, Domenico? Did you hold her hair back when she was puking her guts out at 3 a.m.? Did you rub her swollen feet every single night like she begged you to? Or were you too busy fucking around and being the selfish bastard I know you can be?”

The questions sliced through the air like daggers. I kept my face a mask of calm devotion, though irritation flickered deep in my chest. My hands never stopped their sensual massage, thumbs digging into the new plushness of her hips.

“I was young and foolish then,” I lied with silken smoothness. “I tried to be present, but I failed them. I see that now.”

“And the second one?” she pressed, sitting up and glaring down at me, her voice rising with raw emotion. “When she was carrying your child, did you go to every ultrasound? Did you press your ear to her belly and talk to your son? Or did you treat her like an annoying inconvenience who ruined your perfect playboy life?”

I swallowed the urge to snap back and instead cupped her face tenderly. “I provided the best care money could buy. But I know I wasn’t the man they needed. With you, Reina… I want to be everything. The father. The partner. The obsessive lover who worships the ground you walk on.”

“That isn't what I asked you! Did you take care of them properly? Did you go to appointments? Rub their feet? Stay with them when they were sick?”

Jesus Christ.

I hid my annoyance carefully.

“What brought this on?”

“Answer the question.”

Her tone sharpened instantly.

I studied her face for a second before answering calmly, “I provided for them. That's all I did.”

“Fucking heartless bastard!.”

I sighed softly through my nose.

“I was busy back then.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“I tried to think at least you are half a shitty person if you were involved throughout their pregnancies journey, but... You're... Heartless..”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead I kept my hands moving over her body slowly, forcing patience into my voice. “I wasn’t perfect. I never tried to hide that fact from you..”

“That means yes. You're a shitty horrible person. The only great thing about you is your fucking cock. I shouldn't have loved it that much. Fucking dick shooting your load everywhere when you wouldn't even take the responsibility for your actions.”

The hostility appeared out of nowhere, fast and irrational. One second she’d been relaxed in my arms, the next she looked genuinely angry at me over pregnancies that happened years ago.

I knew better than to push back.

So I changed the subject.

“There’s a charity gala tonight,” I said smoothly. “Come with me. Please?”

She stared at me like I’d insulted her.

“No.”

A pause.

Then colder—

“I’m not standing around smiling beside you like one of your whores while Paolo sits at home.”

My jaw tightened slightly.

“Reina—”

“I said no.”

She made a bitter, disbelieving sound and pulled away sharply.

Before I could stop her, Reina slid off the bed, snatched her dress from the chair, and stormed toward the door in nothing but my oversized shirt and a hastily grabbed coat. “I’m not going to your stupid charity gala. I’m not going to be your glittering arm candy while Paolo sits at home alone, wondering where the hell I am. Find another whore to parade around. I’m leaving.”

“Reina, wait—”

The door slammed so hard the walls rattled.

Silence swallowed the room. I sat motionless for a long moment, staring at the space she’d vacated. The mood swings. The feral hunger. The sudden venom after melting submission. The vomiting I’d heard earlier that morning. The unmistakable changes to her body—the plumper ass I’d just worshipped, the heavier, sensitive breasts, the radiant glow on her skin.

Then it crashed over me like lightning.

Ruby.

Both of my previous pregnancies with Ruby had been exactly like this: a whirlwind of insatiable cravings followed by explosive cruelty, bizarre questions, and rapid, lush physical changes.

A deep, villainous laugh tore from my chest—low at first, then exploding into a rich, wicked roar that echoed through the penthouse. I threw my head back, tears of dark, unhinged joy streaming down my face as the realization sank in like the sweetest venom.

“Holy fuck…” I gasped between laughs, wiping my eyes. “She’s pregnant.”

The words tasted like victory. Like fate itself had handed me the ultimate leash.

I rose from the bed, naked and magnificent, my body taut with possessive energy. Grabbing a cigar from the nightstand, I lit it with deliberate slowness, the flame illuminating my savage grin. Smoke curled around me like a dark halo as I strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the manicured gardens.

There she was—Reina, hurrying down the path below in my shirt, coat clutched tight around her, looking small, frantic, and deliciously vulnerable from this height.

I took a long, slow drag, exhaling a thick plume of smoke against the glass.

“You’re carrying my baby, Reina,” I murmured, my voice dripping with dangerous promise. “My seed has taken root deep inside you. There’s no running now. No more hiding behind Paolo. No more games of ‘just one night.’”

My grin widened into something feral, almost demonic, as I pressed a palm to the cool glass, imagining it was her swelling belly.

“You can scream. You can fight. You can slap me and curse my name. But that life growing inside your womb is mine. And that makes you mine—permanently. Irrevocably. I’m going to wrap you so tightly in my world, my wealth, my obsession, that escape becomes a fantasy you’ll never reach.”

I chuckled darkly again, the sound low and resonant, as her figure disappeared into her building.

The game hadn’t just changed.

It had become eternal.

And I was going to savor every single second of binding her to me forever.