Page 14 of Domination

“Someone needs to put their new toy in her place,” Rafael says, glaring at me, and my eyebrows shoot up and my mouth falls open at his blatant rudeness.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Vinny’s seething tone slices through me. He’s pissed, really pissed.

My insides twist when I go over everything I said, so I close my eyes to block them out while I try and gain some sense of self-belief.

“I can help with the watersports question!” I snap my eyes open to lock eyes with his youngest son. Rocco sits with humor on his handsome face and his hand held up in the air like he’s in a classroom.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Vinny erupts from his chair and throws himself over the desk toward Rocco, who just leans farther back in his chair, laughing wildly. “Get the fuck out of my office!” Vinny bellows, and I turn to make a quick exit.

“Gracie, you move another inch, and I swear to God,you will not sit down for a month!” he warns. “The rest of you, out!”

The men all chuckle while I cling onto the wooden desk for support.Oh, dear God, this is embarrassing.

“Bye, Gracie, it was nice meeting you. Papa? Is she going to be my next stepmama?” Rocco asks, and my eyes almost shoot from their sockets. Vinny rushes toward him, his fists balled at his sides as Rafael pulls Rocco away and pushes him out the door. When the door slams behind them both, I swallow down my nervousness.

“Vinny?” I whisper, caressing his forearm, and his body eases against my touch. When our eyes connect, I feel like everything is right in the world.

There’s something compassionate in his stare, something soft he keeps hidden, and as he bears his soul, I’m too enamored to realize I’m moving until he’s shifted me into position between his legs and taken a seat.

Vinny

She’s the perfect submissive, and she will become my disciplined pet, she just needs to sign those damn papers.

My eyes greedily work over her small body, and her fingers grip onto my arm, anchoring herself to the spot.

She still wears the same clothes from earlier—the blue sundress that makes her eyes appear so blue I could swim in them, and the cheap-looking flip-flops exposing her purple toenails, and I wonder if purple is her favorite color? Or is it blue?

Threading my fingers through her hair, I stroke the silky locks between my fingers, loving the way her breath hitches each time my bicep brushes her arm.

“Have you signed the forms?”

“N-no.”

“No?” I crook an eyebrow.

“I have questions,” she whispers.

With a heavy sigh, I lean back in my chair with one hand resting on her hip and the other stroking her smooth thigh beneath her sundress. “Go on,” I drawl.

She clears her throat. “I didn’t think you’d want to…” Her eyes widen, and I chuckle at the way her face becomes red as she struggles to speak.Jesus, I’m going to have so much fun with her.

“You didn’t think I’d want to fuck you again?” I smirk.

She swallows hard, then nods coyly.

“Why?”

“Well…” She glances around the room like she expects someone else to jump out. “We’re—I’m your—Robert is—”

I take pity on her and cut to the chase. “Robert is my stepson, and I’m widowed. I like to fuck, Gracie.” She jolts at my words, but I continue. She needs to hear this. “While I admit I never normally go for much-younger women, there’s something about you I like, and when I like something, I don’t allow anything to stand in my way.” I look at her pointedly. “Anything.” She bites into her bottom lip, and fuck me, that move causes my bulge to thicken. I clear my throat. “So, I couldn’t give less of a shit if you’re Robert’s long-lost daughter or not. I want you, therefore I will have you. I don’t like the fact you’ve had another cock inside your pussy, but I’m going to erase all memory of that, do you understand?”

Her tongue sneaks out over her bottom lip, and my cock likes the action. So much so I lift my hips so the tip grazes my belt for some much-needed friction.

“Now. Sign. The. Fucking. Contract.” I stab the papers with my finger, and she jumps, so I soften and place my hand back on her thigh, using my thumb to circle her exposed skin.

“But I have questions,” she repeats the same as earlier.

“Questions?” I raise a brow.

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