Page 85 of Brutal Heir

It wasn’t like me to let my anger get the best of me, as it had last night.

It was cocky and stupid to tell her the truth, assuming she’d forget.

It was my own damn fault she was now not only suspicious, but on the right track in thinking I had a relationship with her father, albeit making the wrong assumption about that relationship.

She obviously assumed I was in league with him instead of trying to destroy him.

I would need to be more careful in the future.

Setting my glass down, I stood and stepped toward her. Before she could get too far, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me.

“Close. I said you lacked discipline and needed a daddy to keep you in line.”

Her skin warmed under my touch at my salacious lie.

I brushed her lips with mine as I moved my hand over her hip to caress her ass. “Is that what you need, mia piccola? Do you need a daddy to tell you what a bad girl you’ve been?”

I squeezed her ass cheek for emphasis.

She breathed in my exhale.

My cock hardened as I shifted my hips against hers. “Answer me.”

“I don’t need a sugar daddy.”

I swiped my thumb over her lower lip. “Who says I was offering something sweet?”

She was saved by Chef Conti and Oliver entering with our first-course plates.

“Buon appetito!”

Seeing how Sabrina and I were standing, they immediately apologized for the intrusion.

Sabrina used the moment to slip out of my grasp and back into her seat.

Clearing my throat, I waved the staff’s apologies off. “It’s fine. Please serve.”

Without another word, they set the plates before us and left.

The creamy richness of the butter blended with the earthy fragrance of sage, wafting through the room. I waited for Sabrina to pick up her fork.

Her beautiful hair cascaded in a thick wave, partially obscuring her face as she sat silently before her plate.

“Contrary to popular belief, men far prefer a woman to have an appetite. Nothing would kill my enjoyment of a meal more than to watch a beautiful woman pick around the edges of the plate, eating nothing.”

She picked up her fork but still did not eat.

I sighed. “Do I need to take you on my lap and feed you, little one?”

I skimmed the metal buckle of my belt before I adjusted my still-hard cock.

Spanking her to get her to obey also had its appeal.

Her eyes widened. “I’m eating!”

She pierced a ravioli with her fork and took a bite.

Satisfied, I finally picked up my fork and ate.