Page 14 of The Bratty Heir

Victor's eyes raked over Luca's body, taking in the thin boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his morning wood. "I told you we'd discuss your punishment," he growled. "This is me being nice."

Luca snorted, sitting up reluctantly. "If this is you being nice, I'd hate to see you being an asshole."

"Keep pushing me, boy," Victor warned, leaning in close. "And you just might."

Heat pooled in Luca's belly at the threat, his treacherous body responding to Victor's dominance. He pushed it down, clinging to his anger like a shield.

"Whatever," he muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Let's get this over with."

Victor's hand shot out, gripping Luca's bicep. "Not so fast," he growled. "You don't get to dictate the terms here. You broke the rules, now you face the consequences."

Luca's eyes widened as Victor manhandled him across his lap, his ass in the air. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he sputtered, struggling against Victor's iron grip.

"Teaching you a lesson," Victor rumbled, one large hand coming to rest on the small of Luca's back. "Since words don't seem to get through that thick skull of yours."

Before Luca could protest further, Victor's hand came down hard on his ass. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by Luca's startled yelp.

"You can't be serious," Luca gasped, heat blooming across his skin. "I'm not some kid you can just spank!"

Victor's laugh was low and dangerous. "No," he agreed, landing another stinging blow. "You're a brat who needs to learn his place."

The spanking continued, each strike sending jolts of pain and pleasure shooting up Luca's spine. He squirmed and cursed, torn between the urge to escape and the desperate need for more.

"Fuck you," Luca spat, his voice breaking on a moan as Victor's hand connected with a particularly sensitive spot. "You're not my father, you can't do this to me!"

Victor's hand stilled, resting heavy on Luca's burning ass. "No," he said, voice low and intense. "I'm not your father. I'm the man who's trying to keep you alive, you ungrateful little shit."

He hauled Luca up, spinning him around to face him. Luca found himself straddling Victor's lap, their faces inches apart.

"Do you have any idea," Victor growled, one hand coming up to grip Luca's jaw, "how close you came to getting yourself killed last night? That guy you were with? He's known for drugging pretty boys like you, using them up and leaving them for dead."

Luca's breath caught in his throat, fear and arousal warring in his gut. "I didn't know," he whispered, unable to look away from the intensity in Victor's eyes.

"No, you didn't," Victor agreed, his grip softening slightly. "Because you're too busy trying to prove how tough you are to see the danger right in front of you."

Luca swallowed hard, shame and desire coiling hot in his belly. "I'm sorry," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "I just... I needed to feel something. Anything."

Something softened in Victor's gaze, his thumb brushing over Luca's lower lip. "I know, baby," he murmured. "But there are safer ways to do that. Ways that don't involve putting your life at risk."

The pet name sent shivers down Luca's spine. He leaned into Victor's touch, suddenly desperate for more contact. "Like what?" he breathed, rolling his hips experimentally.

Victor's eyes darkened, his free hand coming to grip Luca's waist. "Careful, little prince," he warned. "You're playing with fire."

"Maybe I want to get burned," Luca challenged, pressing closer. He could feel Victor's cock hardening beneath him, a thick line of heat against his ass. "Maybe I'm tired of being treated like some delicate flower."

Victor's control snapped. In a blur of motion, he flipped them, pinning Luca to the bed with his considerable bulk. "Is this what you want?" he growled, grinding down against Luca's aching cock. "To be used? Owned?"

Luca moaned, arching up into Victor's touch. "Yes," he gasped, beyond shame or hesitation. "Please, Victor. I need it."

Victor's mouth crashed down on Luca's, the kiss bruising and possessive. Luca melted into it, opening for Victor's questing tongue. It was everything he'd been craving, everything he'd been too afraid to admit he wanted.

Victor's hands roamed Luca's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped Luca's thighs, hitching them up around his waist as he ground down harder.

"Tell me you want this," Victor demanded, breaking the kiss to trail bites down Luca's throat. "Tell me you're mine."

Luca's head fell back, offering more of his neck to Victor's hungry mouth. "Yours," he whimpered, nails digging into Victor's shoulders. "All yours, please..."

Victor growled, the sound vibrating through Luca's body. He reached between them, palming Luca's cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Such a needy little thing," he purred. "So desperate for Daddy's touch."

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