Page 22 of The Bratty Heir

"Your father's study is through there," Victor said, gesturing towards a heavy oak door. "He left some files for us to review. I'll do a perimeter check and meet you in an hour."

Before Rocco could protest, Victor was gone, leaving him alone in the cavernous foyer. With a sigh, he made his way to the study, resigning himself to an afternoon of tedious paperwork.

An hour later, Rocco's head was swimming with facts and figures. He leaned back in the plush leather chair, rubbing his tired eyes. The soft click of the door opening had him straightening, expecting Victor's imposing presence.

Instead, a petite woman with an armful of fresh linens bustled in. "Oh!" she exclaimed, startled to find the room occupied. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rossetti. I didn't realize you'd arrived."

Rocco waved away her apology with an easy smile. "No worries, Rosa. And please, call me Rocco. Mr. Rossetti is my father."

Rosa relaxed slightly, returning his smile. "Of course, Rocco. It's good to have you here. Will you be needing anything special for dinner?"

Before Rocco could respond, a shadow fell across the doorway. Victor loomed there, his expression thunderous. "That will be all, Rosa. Mr. Rossetti and I will take our meals in private."

The housekeeper scurried out, clearly intimidated by Victor's forbidding presence. Rocco frowned, irritation flaring in his chest.

"Was that really necessary?" he snapped. "Rosa's practically family."

Victor's eyes narrowed as he advanced into the room, radiating dangerous energy. "And you're practically naked. What the fuck are you thinking, parading around like that?"

Rocco glanced down, realizing he'd shed his button-down at some point, leaving him in just a thin white undershirt. The material clung to his lean torso, doing little to hide the peaks of his nipples in the air-conditioned room.

"It's hot," Rocco said with a shrug, deliberately stretching to emphasize the play of muscles beneath his shirt. "Besides, what do you care? Jealous, Daddy?"

In an instant, Victor was on him. Large hands gripped Rocco's biceps, hauling him out of the chair and slamming him against the bookcase. Leather-bound tomes rained down around them as Victor pressed the full length of his body against Rocco's smaller frame.

"You think this is a game?" Victor growled, his breath hot against Rocco's ear. "You have no idea the effect you have, do you? Prancing around like a little tease, testing my control."

Rocco's heart raced, arousal warring with a delicious hint of fear. This was what he'd been pushing for, what he craved. Victor unleashed, all that carefully contained power focused solely on him.

"Then show me," Rocco challenged, rolling his hips against the solid wall of Victor's abs. "Show me what happens when Daddy loses control."

For a heartbeat, the world stood still. Then Victor's mouth crashed down on his, all teeth and tongue and bruising intensity. Rocco moaned into the kiss, surrendering completely to the onslaught.

Victor's hands were everywhere, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped Rocco's ass, kneading the firm flesh as he ground their hips together. Rocco could feel the impressive length of Victor's cock pressing against his stomach, a promise of exquisite pleasure to come.

"Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" Victor rasped, breaking the kiss to trail bites down Rocco's throat. "Wanted Daddy to mark you up, claim you as his?"

"Yes," Rocco gasped, tilting his head to give Victor better access. "Please, Daddy. Need you so bad."

Victor growled, the sound vibrating through Rocco's chest. In one fluid motion, he spun Rocco around, bending him over the massive oak desk. Cool wood pressed against Rocco's overheated skin as Victor blanketed him from behind.

"Such a naughty little thing," Victor murmured, his hands sliding under Rocco's shirt to caress the planes of his back. "Always pushing, always testing. I think it's time Daddy taught you a lesson in obedience."

Rocco whimpered as Victor's fingers found his nipples, twisting the sensitive nubs until they ached. "Please," he begged, beyond shame or pride. "I'll be good, I promise. Just need you inside me."

Victor chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Rocco's spine. "Oh, I'll give you what you need, baby. But first, you're going to learn some patience."

His large hand wrapped around Rocco's throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing a conscious effort. Rocco's pulse quickened, arousal spiking at the controlled display of dominance.

“Good, baby boy?” Victor growled, his eyes searching Rocco's face.

“Good,” Rocco gasped, melting into Victor's touch. "So good, Daddy."

Victor's free hand trailed down Rocco's body, ghosting over sensitive skin until he reached the straining bulge in Rocco's slacks. He palmed Rocco's cock roughly, drawing a strangled moan from the younger man.

"Here's how this is going to work, little one," Victor purred, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to edge you until you're begging for release. And if you come without permission..." He tightened his grip on Rocco's throat for emphasis. "Well, let's just say Daddy will be very disappointed."

Rocco whimpered, torn between fear and desperate arousal. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be good, I promise."

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