Page 1 of Domination

Prologue

Vinny

Scanning the crowd, I sigh heavily, then plaster on a smile to all the guests for participating in this evening’s festivities. It’s my Marino family annual Halloween party, and each year, the costumes are more extravagant than the last.

Even the mayor and numerous members of the local police department have upped their game with their elaborate costumes.

An event like tonight has me on high alert, waiting on bated breath for enemies to strike. I lock eyes with my son Rafael—the oldest of my four boys—and when he lifts his chin, I give him a stern nod. Becoming a young father was always my future, it was expected of me, yet it’s only now that I’m grateful for it. It’s allowed me to keep control of the family business, to train my sons in the skills they need while giving me the privilege to witness my grandchildren growing.

At fifty-five, I still have decades left in me despite the fact Rafael is itching to reign as the don.

Life in the Mafia is different from the outside world, much different, and while many people don’t understand it, I don’t give a fuck. We do things our way.

That’s why I don’t dress up for the party, and until recently, my boys didn’t either. Although, Ellie, Rafael’s wife, clings to a mask he wore earlier in the evening, proving my son has made some effort, if only a little. My gaze travels over her school uniform, but I quickly divert my focus. The girl was barely eighteen when he coaxed her to become his son’s nanny, and it’s clear he has a thing for the uniform; it’s not the first time I’ve seen her in it. I don’t need an explanation of their dynamic. It’s an obvious one and not something I intend to get involved in. Besides, my sons were raised in a liberal household, they understand that sex is just that, sex. And yet, three of my sons claim to have found something more, something I haven’t. A connection, love.

My right-hand man, Massio, draws my attention as he strides toward me with purpose, and when he whispers into my ear, I almost consider having that hearing test my youngest son continues to taunt me with. “Robert’s not here this year,” he grinds out, and I narrow my eyes.

When my stepson, Robert, made an appearance at a Halloween party a few years ago, I instructed my staff to start keeping tabs on him again and to inform me if he enters New Jersey or works his way into my businesses like he has done in the past.

The man has many addictions, and while I promisedhis mother on her deathbed I would look out for him, I hadn’t anticipated how much a now grown-ass man would need mollycoddled. He’s been noticeably absent from our family for almost ten years, preferring to disappear and do whatever the fuck it is he does until he needs money. Truth be told, I’ve been happy to throw it in his direction just to keep him away from me and my family.

He’s a ticking timebomb, and my enemies would love to utilize him to get to me. In all honesty, I would’ve happily paid them to deal with him had it not been for the niggling feeling of guilt where his mother is concerned.

I don’t trust him, not one little bit, and I’m well aware of the extremities people will go to when they have addictions like his. So when he appeared at the Halloween party a couple of years ago looking noticeably cleaner, it only heightened my suspicions. What the hell was he doing coming without even acknowledging any of us? And why, this year, has he once again gone off the radar and not attended?

Odd.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at feeling eyes on me, so I glance around the room and freeze when bright-blue eyes clash with mine, causing my pulse to quicken and my heart to jump start.

It’s almost like I can’t function, and feeling a lack of control is something I’m not familiar with. It takes a moment for me to regain composure, and when I do, I find myself uncaring if she becomes uncomfortable or conscious of my staring. She’s a sight to behold, and if I want to drink her in, I will.

Her long natural-blonde hair has me wanting to wrap it around my fist as I fuck into her, but she’s young, too young for someone like me. Knowing everyone here is above legal age, I can allow myself the privilege of soaking up her beauty, but that doesn’t mean I should act on my cock thickening at her petite frame and the way her eyes dart away from me when she realizes she’s caught my attention.

I’ve never been a man to take much interest in younger women, preferring the maturity and experience of a woman older than someone bordering on jailbait. However, there’s something about her. Something I want to delve into a little more, train maybe.

Her sleek body fits into the tight black leotard like it was specially made for her. A headband with cat ears sits on top of her blonde locks, and a long cat tail trails from her perfectly pert ass. The leotard stretching across her small perky tits exposes her peaked nipples, and my mouth waters to tug them between my teeth and suck until she digs her nails into my scalp, pleading me to stop. The girl is also without makeup, something rare in our community. Only a lick of shimmer on her lips emphasizes how pink they are—innocent, sweet, delectable. Are her pussy lips as pink and perfect? As juicy and ripe?

My balls ache and the tip of my cock rubs against my waistband as I stare at her, devouring her with wild hunger in my eyes.

Her costume and heels elongate her legs, but she’s a small thing and delicate-looking too. A perfect little pet for me to dote on and shower with the affection I reserve solely formy pets.

My body becomes taut at the thought of marking her with my flogger and the way her pale skin will turn red under the palm of my firm hand as I spank her ass and own every inch of her. Then I’ll take my time caring for her while she cries her innocence, needing me to comfort and care for her when nobody else can. I’ll piece her back together bit by beautiful bit.

Her cheeks pinken while I assess her, her eyes looking everywhere but at me, but she knows she’s caught my attention; she can sense me as much as I can her. The heat travels down her body, and I smile and lick my lips like a predator stalking its vulnerable prey.

How pretty she would look with a collar around her delicate neck, letting me control her. Hmm, my little pet would love for me to dominate her with my rough hand.

I want her.

At the realization, my heart thuds against my chest like a drum.

And like that, I decide she’s mine.

The tip of my thick cock leaks against my belt, so I shift from side to side to ease the discomfort.

“Should I see if there’s been an update on his whereabouts?” Massio asks, and I respond with only a nod because this beauty has captured me in her aura. She’s summoned life inside this old man’s veins, and I want nothing more than to kiss her delicate lips while holding her chin between my fingers and forcing her attention firmly on me.

“Have a contract drawn up,” I rasp.

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