Page 13 of Domination

“I trust Owen, and Lorenzo Varros has good reason to hold a grudge too,” Rafael confirms. “He did disclose there’s another backer on the West Coast that wants rid of Harrison for reasons nobody is prepared to disclose.”

That’s news to me, but it only shows how deep and far Harrison’s treachery has gone. “Any ideas who?”

Rafael cracks his neck from side to side. “Not yet, but I’m sure we will find out soon enough.”

“How’d it go with Robert and the kids?” Rocco leans back in his chair, picking at his nails with a knife, looking every bit the maniac he is.

Jesus. I grimace at the thought of him referring to Gracie as a child. My boys have known about my sexual preferences for a long while now. Hell, I should’ve probably kept them hidden from them over the years, protected them more. Just another fuck-up of mine. I drag a hand through my hair.

What they will be surprised at is the fact I’ve taken to a girl as young as her.

When Massio gave me her file this afternoon, I wasn’t surprised to find she’s almost twenty. That made her eighteen when I fucked her. An eighteen-year-old virgin, for fuck’s sake.

Well, it appears she moved on and got some experiencepretty fast, which pisses me the fuck off, but I intend to show her what a real man is. I’ll put her lithe little body to the test until she’s dripping in a puddle of my cum.

“Oh, fuck, I know that look.” Rocco sits straighter and leans forward. “Papa has a hard-on for the girl.”

I roll my eyes while Rafael’s eyes drill into me with venom. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? She’s too young for you,” he splutters, distaste oozing from him.

Rocco’s chuckle fills the room while Tommy scans me, no doubt checking I have full use of my faculties. I may have lost my mind, but everything else is in full working order.

Casually, I lift a shoulder. “It appears I want a change.”

“Change? She’s the same age as my wife!”

“And mine,” Tommy adds.

“Don’t worry, Papa. She’s not the same age as mine.” Rocco grins. “I like women, not young girls that don’t know how to please a man.”

Rafael seethes, his face turning red, narrowing his gaze on Rocco. Jesus, he looks like he’s two seconds away from tearing Rocco apart. I need to dispel the onslaught before it happens.

“Maybe that’s where we find the fun, Rocco. Teaching our girls how to take cock, knowing nobody’s been there before us. Right, Papa?” Tommy counters, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, willing my cock to go down after the thought of Gracie learning to take my girth down her slender throat flashes through my mind.

Rocco scoffs. “I’d rather teach her a lesson forknowing how to do it in the first place.” The gleam in his eyes tells me how sincere his words are, and if it was anyone other than my son talking so inappropriately, I’d probably revel in it. But the fact it’s my youngest boy has me blanching.

I slam my hand down on the desk, causing the stationery to jump. “Enough!”

The office falls silent, and as if on cue, a low knock sounds from the door, and I know it’s her.

My sons’ eyes flick toward me. “Not a fucking word,” I warn, not liking the way Rocco’s lip curls at the edge.

“Come in!” I bite out, and my adrenaline spikes with her nearness.

Chapter Six

Gracie

“Come in!” he booms, and I jump like a cat on hot bricks.Jeez, calm down, Gracie, show him he doesn’t control you.I swipe my clammy hands down my dress, pull my shoulders back, lift my chin, then open the door and march into the room. His eyes roam over me, but I ignore them and the way they cause heat to flush over my body. Instead, I keep the task at hand in the forefront of my mind and slam the papers on his desk.

“What the hell are these?” I demand. He opens his mouth to speak, but I hold my palm up. “I am not a pet, nor do I want to be. And a collar? For what possible reason would I want a collar around my neck like a damn noose. And watersports? In the bedroom? Would it not be best to confine it to somewhere more appropriate like a swimming pool? How the hell would you do watersports in the bedroom anyway?” I wrinkle my nose. That’ssomething I really don’t understand, and part of me feels like I’m missing something in the words.

A stifled laugh reverberates from behind the wooden desk, and I become acutely aware that Vinny is not alone in the room.Oh, shit.

My heart races, my cheeks blazing with heat, and I will the ground to swallow me whole.

I turn to face his three sons, two of them with smug grins on their faces, and the older one, Rafael, looks like he’s about to have a coronary, with every vein in his corded neck protruding and his eyes alight with fury.

Oh, God.

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