Page 9 of Domination

Massio clears his throat. “This is Gracie, sir. Your… your step-granddaughter.” He winces, probably unsure he should be saying it at all.

A bolt of pain hits me in the chest, but I mask the grimace threatening to release from me at the sight of the girl before me.

My lost little pet. Now, it seems, found.

Excitement zips through me at lightning speed, and my cock hardens. She’s here. In my home.

She returned.

Despite the circumstances surrounding her, I know one thing for sure: I’m chaining her to me. Literally.

“And her daughter.” Massio nods toward the little bundle in her arms, and my chest constricts. The little girl has her mother’s blonde hair, but it’s curly at the tips unlike her mother’s straight head of hair. There’s a small pink bow clasped at the side of her head, and she turns her face toward mine, causing my heart to still at the little blue eyes, like her mother’s, shining back at me. She’s a mirror image of her and utterly adorable.

A fierce, possessiveness rushes through me as my temple pulsates with growing aggravation. Some fucker slept with her and gave her this beautiful gift of life. The tension in my temple escalates along with my temper. She fucked me, then fucked another man so soon after while I’ve been left struggling to get over her.

Did she use me to get rid of her virginity?

Did she want some experience to use with another?

I thought she was different but have been proved otherwise by her actions, then a sudden deep-seated hatred runs through my veins.

My hand tightens around my scotch, and I struggle to remain calm in the wake of her presence.

She wears a blue sundress that brings out the shade of her eyes, and has a pair of flip-flops on her feet.

“Don’t just stand in the doorway, Gracie, for Christ’s sake. Sit!” her father booms, and she jumps, then the baby’s bottom lip wobbles. She caresses the baby’s back in a soothing motion, and almost instantly, the movement relaxes me too. She’s a good mom.

Gracie moves toward the seat farthest from me, andmy jaw tics. She slowly lowers herself as though the seat will hurt her ass.

“Your grandfather doesn’t fucking bite. Sit there!” I grimace at Robert’s title for me, but I’m thrilled when he points to the chair next to me. I have and never will be this girl’s grandfather, but I sure as shit can be her daddy. My lips tip up into a sly smirk as I imagine making her pay for betraying me.

If she wants to act like a whore, then I intend to treat her like one.

My gaze roams over her, and she lifts her head from her daughter to face her father. He pulls out the chair beside me, so she stands and moves toward him, and keeping her eyes on the table, she slowly takes the seat.

Having him in my proximity is not at the top of my list, and I cluck my tongue at the irritation his presence brings, but I remain transfixed on her.

The obvious glare of contempt I’m throwing her way doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, the blush sweeping over her cheeks and down her bare chest is somewhat telling, and the slight hitch in her breathing gives away her discomfort at my scrutiny, and she should be uncomfortable. I might have missed out on her becoming my little pet last time, but I won’t this time. I’ll make sure of it.

“Gracie has been looking forward to staying with you and getting to know the family, isn’t that right, Gracie?” Robert prompts, and I lift my eyebrow, waiting for her to reply.

She swallows hard before glaring back at me head-on. “Yes.”

“Is that so?”

She tosses her hair over her shoulders and sits straighter, feigning confidence. “Yes. Very much.”

“And your daughter, is she excited to be here too?” I watch her, my eyes drilling into hers.

“Bonnieis a baby. I’m sure you’re aware she doesn’t understand what we’re doing here.” Anger flares in her eyes as she snipes back at me, and I release a low chuckle at her fire that before now had been absent.

“Gracie!” Robert booms, then she flinches, and little Bonnie whimpers in her mother’s arms, making my hand clench into a fist. “Enough! Before you ruin things for me like you ruin everything else,” he snipes.

The way the man speaks leads me to believe the girls are used to this, and if there’s anything I don’t like, it’s assholes being abusive toward women. They’re nothing more than cowards. Something I’ve taught all four of my sons not to be nor to stand for.

“Keep your fucking voice down, and don’t speak to them that way,” I grit out through clenched teeth. He opens his mouth to speak, but when I slice my gaze toward him, he snaps his mouth shut, gulping, and I almost want to chuckle at his compliance.Fucking coward.

“Sir, would you like dinner to be served?” Hazel, my head housekeeper, asks.

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