Page 2 of Domination

Massio rears back, eyes widening. He probably thinks I’m going insane, and he’d be right. I never entrap theyounger generation, but this one, this one has entrapped me.

“A contract?” He frowns, his eyes ping-ponging over my face.

Reluctantly, I give him my attention, hating that he’s distracting me from her. “Yes. A contract.” I tilt my head toward the girl, and Massio’s eyes follow my action.

He chokes, then clears his throat. “A little young for your usual taste, sir?” If it was anyone else, I would blow a hole between his eyes for questioning me, but because it’s Massio, I ignore it. After all, I have known him for years. Hell, his father was one of my capos before his unfortunate demise.

I raise my eyebrow at him, and he shrinks back, then clears his throat. “I’ll have one waiting for you in your office within the hour.”

“Very well.” I gift him a curt nod.

Now Daddy needs to capture his new pet.

And collar her.

Gracie

My blush deepens at his attention on me. The man knows how to command a room, and in the span of an hour, he’s managed to command me too.

He’s gorgeous, like aGQmodel. My stomach swirls with excitement and apprehension. The way I’m dressed is provocative and daring, completely unlike me. In fact, this whole event is something I’m uncomfortable with, but I do it anyway because of my family’s status. It feels good to be out of the house and away from his control, so with my freedom in sight, I’m determined to see this through.

My cheeks glow at his perusal of my body like he’s devouring me, and a ripple of exhilaration courses through me. I try to remain calm, hoping he can’t see me for who I am—a girl with zero confidence despite what I’m attempting to portray to the world. I was raised sheltered, away from the outside world by my single mother, and being here on display for the world to see, I feel exposed, a fraud.

He straightens his shoulders, and the man he was speaking to steps back, so I quickly avert my gaze and stare at the empty champagne flute in my hand. The one I threw back to gain some courage to remain here.

Glancing up, I startle when my eyes clash with the man vying for my attention—Vincent Marino, Mafia don of the Marino Family. His feet are a hairsbreadth from mine when he stops toe to toe with me, giving me no choice but to step back. The heady, masculine scent of his cologne causes me to sway on my feet, so his hand grips my arm to steady me. His scent is intoxicating, like his scrutiny, and somehow, his dark eyes become impossibly darker, then his lip twitches in clear amusement that makes my blush deepen further.

“Tsk tsk, Little Pet. Did you have too much to drink already?” He takes the champagne flute from my hand, my jaw falling slack, and I blink at him in shock. Did he just touch me? And did he just call me little pet?

My body heats from the inside out, and when I attempt to pull my arm from his grip, he grasps harder, uncaring if he’s leaving bruises on my skin. His jaw tics and his gaze sharpens. “Answer me,” he snaps, shaking my arm hard enough my body rocks with the force.

“N-noo.”

“No, what?” he grits through clenched teeth.

“N-no, sir. I didn’t have too much to drink. I only had the one.”

His bunched shoulders relax, his grip loosens, and all signs of anger are dispelled in a matter of seconds. “Good girl. I don’t want you drunk for what I have planned for you.”

Wetness pools between my legs at his praise, then embarrassment blooms across my face at the unfamiliar sensation. While his words should send warning sirens off inside me, I’m already enthralled by his presence.

The man is pure sex on a stick, and glancing around the room, I realize I’m not the only one to think it.

Nope, every woman in the room has her eyes on this man, the very man whose attention is purely focused on me, and that knowledge sends a flurry of nervousness through me.

He leans toward my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Why don’t you come with me somewhere quiet so we can talk? Get to know one another a little better.” His husky voice sends a shiver down my spine, and butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.

My feet remain planted as he watches me with intrigue, and I shudder when his attention becomes transfixed on my silky locks. He toys with the strands of my hair, soothing me to a point I want to rest my head in his lap while he caresses it, caresses me.

“Say yes,” he breathes. “Be my good girl and say yes,” he whispers, his tone full of desperation, and he stares at me with something akin to awe.

“Y-yes,” I murmur.

Then his spine stiffens, he takes hold of my hand, spins on his heels, and strides through the ballroom, causing his guests to part to either side of the room for us. His white shirt stretches across his broad back, exposing his muscles, and nerves dance through me at the thought of discovering them. His commanding demeanor has everyone’s gaze shifting from him to thefloor, and I almost revel in the powerhouse that he is, yet I’m too afraid to. So instead, I lower my head and try to keep up with his heavy footfalls.

His hand tightens around mine as he turns the handle on a solid wood door, and I hope he can’t hear the rapid thump of my heart against my ribcage.

Oh, sweet Jesus, what am I doing?

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