Page 50 of The Bratty Heir

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Rocco leaned back into Victor's solid warmth. He breathed in the familiar scent of sandalwood and gunpowder, letting it soothe the nervous flutter in his stomach.

"Penny for your thoughts, baby boy?" Victor's voice was a low rumble against Rocco's ear.

Rocco shivered at the pet name, warmth blooming in his chest. "Just thinking about how far we've come," he murmured. "Two years ago, I was a mess. And now..."

Victor's grip tightened possessively. "And now you're mine," he growled. "My fierce little prince."

Rocco turned in Victor's arms, tilting his face up for a kiss. Victor obliged, claiming Rocco's mouth with a passion that still took his breath away. When they finally broke apart, both panting, Rocco's lips felt deliciously swollen.

"Come on," Victor said, tugging Rocco towards the bedroom. "We've got a big day tomorrow. Need to make sure you're nice and relaxed."

Rocco grinned, allowing himself to be led. "Oh? And how do you plan on relaxing me, old man?"

Victor's eyes darkened with promise. "I've got a few ideas."

Victor's grip tightened on Rocco's wrist as he led him to the bedroom, his touch possessive yet gentle. As they crossed the threshold, Victor spun Rocco around, pressing him against the wall with his body.

"First," Victor growled, his voice low and dangerous, "I'm going to strip you bare, baby boy. Want to see every inch of that perfect skin."

Rocco shivered, heat pooling in his belly. "Yes, please," he breathed, tilting his head to expose his neck.

Victor took the invitation, latching onto Rocco's pulse point with teeth and tongue. His hands made quick work of Rocco's shirt buttons, pushing the fabric off his shoulders to pool on the floor.

"So beautiful," Victor murmured, trailing kisses down Rocco's chest. "All mine."

Rocco arched into the touch, his fingers tangling in Victor's hair. "Yours, Daddy. Only yours."

Victor's eyes flashed at the endearment, his grip tightening on Rocco's hips. In one fluid motion, he lifted Rocco, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Victor's waist.

"That's right, little one," Victor purred, carrying Rocco to the bed. "And don't you forget it."

He deposited Rocco on the mattress, stepping back to admire the view. Rocco sprawled out before him, chest heaving and eyes dark with want.

"What are you waiting for, old man?" Rocco teased, a hint of that bratty spark in his eyes. "Losing your touch?"

Victor's grin was predatory as he stalked towards the bed, unbuttoning his own shirt. "Oh, you're in for it now, brat. Gonna make you beg for it."

Rocco's retort was cut off by Victor's mouth crashing down on his, the kiss hot and demanding. Hands roamed, mapping familiar territory with renewed hunger. Clothes were shed between heated kisses and playful nips.

When they were finally skin to skin, Victor pulled back, drinking in the sight of Rocco spread out beneath him. "God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, reverence coloring his tone.

Rocco preened under the praise, a flush spreading down his chest. "Show me how much you want me, Daddy," he purred, arching his back invitingly.

Victor growled, pinning Rocco's wrists above his head. "Oh, I'll show you alright. Gonna take you apart piece by piece, make you forget your own name."

What followed was a symphony of pleasure, Victor alternating between teasing touches and passionate caresses. He worked Rocco up to the edge again and again, only to back off just before he could tumble over.

"Please," Rocco whimpered, straining against Victor's hold. "Please, Daddy, I need?—"

Victor silenced him with a bruising kiss. "Shh, baby boy. I've got you. Just let go, let Daddy take care of you."

When Victor finally allowed Rocco his release, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls. Victor followed moments later, Rocco's name a reverent whisper on his lips.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. Victor gathered Rocco close, pressing tender kisses to his forehead.

"I love you," Rocco murmured, burrowing into Victor's warmth. "So much."

Victor's arms tightened around him protectively. "I love you too, baby. More than anything in this world."

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