Page 19 of Domination

“Nancy was good with my boys. She was a single mother and started out as a housekeeper, but I knew she was falling for me, and I told myself not to go there. When one of my wives tried to kidnap Rafael, she put herself in front of her and took the sharp end of a knife.” She sucks in a sharp breath, but I continue on.

“She saved my son from a deadly blackmail plot that would have left him dead. When I asked her if she wanted to quit working but said I would still provide for her as a thank you, she said she enjoyed taking care of us, but asked if I would have sex with her so she knew what it felt like to have a part of me, if only for an hour.” I don’t tell her I had to imagine it was someone else I was fucking at the time because there was no spark.

“We didn’t have sex again. It’s like she knew my head wasn’t in it, and my heart sure as fuck wasn’t. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I told her again to quit working, but she refused. I asked her what she wanted, and she said my hand in marriage. For Robert to have our protection, the protection of a good man that gave his heart to others.” I laugh, but it lacks humor. “I don’t give my heart to anyone, Little Pet. Your grandmother was deluded, much like your father.”

A tear slips down her face, and I swipe it away. “At least this way, when I have little pets, they know their place. I’m not lying to them; I’m not professing my love nor having sex while they bat their lashes at me with hearts in their eyes. I get to take care of them like theycrave, and I can give affection without the risk of enemies seeking retribution. I can protect them without declaring my love for them, and I can treat them exactly as the contract states, as nothing more than a pet.”

Her chest rises. “You deserve more than that too, Vinny, and I think my grandmother was right, you have a heart,” she whispers. Her words are like a dagger through my chest, twisting with a cruel hand, so I pull away from her, spinning back toward the bathtub.

“It’s Daddy,” I snap, then regret it. Exhaling, I soften my tone. “Now, come, get in.” I hold my hand out for her, and when our eyes reconnect, the sadness that was there moments ago is replaced with a steely determination.

One I’m not sure I’m prepared for.

Chapter Nine

Gracie

Unfortunately, I never got to meet my paternal grandmother, and while I regret that because she sounds like a wonderful person, I’m also grateful. Mainly because I would’ve had to deal with my father for even longer than I have already.

To say I was relieved Vinny didn’t have sexual feelings toward her is an understatement. It’s not lost on me how fucked-up my situation is, and as much as I’d like to say I’m not doing this with him, I simply can’t. We’re connected somehow, like we both know this is happening, so we just go with it. He’s like the missing piece of my puzzle, and although he’s old enough to be my grandparent, I don’t care. Not a single part of me cares.

He says he doesn’t love, but he proves it in the way he cares for me, even if I am just a pet. He’s shown he’s capable of compassion and tenderness, and he’s admitted he loves his sons. Yet he refuses to be vulnerable with awoman, or allow a woman to be vulnerable with him maybe?

Well, I’d like to test my theory. Vincent Marino may be the head of a notorious Mafia family—dangerous, controlling, and fearsome—but he’s also my daddy—controlling, caring and giving.

My hand slides into his thick one, then he leans forward on his knees, grasps my hips, and brings my body flush to his face. His breath fans my pussy as he places a kiss on my bare mound. The tickle of his cropped beard makes me giggle, so I pull back, holding his gaze, and unclip my bra, drop it to my feet, then turn and sashay over to the tub. I make a languorous show of stepping into the bubbles, ensuring he can see my slick folds wet with his cum.

Vinny

After washing her hair, I work my way down her body with a sponge. I barely got a chance to view her tits before she sank beneath the bubbles, but when I slide the suds over her shoulder and down her neck, I take extra care in handling her tit. It’s the perfect size in my hand, and it’s grown so much, thanks to the birth of her daughter.

The thought of the adorable baby girl sleeping in her nursery has anger coursing through me, causing me to grind my teeth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you love him?”

Her eyes bounce over my face.

“Do you love him?” I ask again, sterner this time.

“Who?”

“Bonnie’s father.” I wait with bated breath, holding the swell of her tit in my palm.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t love him.” She’s lying. I can see it in the way her pupils shine, the quickmovement of her gaze, and how she pulls her lip into her mouth immediately after.

Jealousy thrashes through me in unrelenting surges, infecting my bloodstream as I consider who this punk is. He’s no doubt much younger than me and not in the Mafia. Hell, he can offer her everything a young woman is meant to have.

Then I remember Robert him telling me he used drugs and was abusive, and it gives me the perfect excuse to ban her from seeing him again, Bonnie too.

“I don’t want him around you or Bonnie.” With my free hand, I turn her to face me. “Do you understand? He’s not to touch you. Either of you.” I don’t understand the possessiveness ravishing my bloodstream, but I know without a shadow of doubt that they’re both mine, and no fucker will take them from me.

She nods but doesn’t seem convinced. “If he lays a single finger on you, Gracie, I’ll slaughter him.” A whimper leaves her throat, but I ignore it. “Nobody touches you but me. Do you understand me?” I pinch her chin harder.

Air slips from her lips. “I understand.”

Her words send a flurry of relief through me, so I release her chin. “Good girl, Little Pet.” I nuzzle into her hair, showering her in praise. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

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