Novel & Cerita A Dominant Man

He placed his hands on his waist. “The explanation will be done later.” He said, wiping the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead away. It was at that time I noticed his shirt was rolled up, revealing his biceps. I think if a list of the most sexy men was made, regardless of the person’s species—Dominic would make it to the first ten people on the list. I took a gulp I was hoping he wouldn’t notice. If only things were not as complicated as it was between us, I’d have done everything to make him mine and show him to the whole world.

While the attention was already on me, I didn’t want to add more of it. More so, I didn’t want to annoy Maxim as well and face his wrath. I was certain the only reason Landon was still breathing was because they were brothers. I had not seen Maxim in action but the way he carried himself screamed power. It was obvious his men respected him. Some even feared him. The only people that dared mess with him were Mikhail and Andrei, and now, Landon. The former two were close to him. It was obvious in their dynamic.

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He walks towards us, and the way he looks holds an aura of authority that makes me shudder. "Put her down," he commands and the guy holding me slowly puts me down so that I sit on the floor. He cocks his head to one side and studies my face. I look him in the eyes and there is no doubt that this man is very handsome with a well outlined jaw and blond hair that is organised on this head making his appearance more intimidating. Despite his good looks, he is no level near Jace's captivating look. "I see Jace hasn't lost his sight. His senses must be well intact for him to have found himself such a beautiful mate," he says with a smirk.

So, I have to take drastic measures to keep our image in place. Standing at “six foot two,” with a head full of black hair and broad shoulders, I look pretty intimidating to people, which is ironic. I am the complete opposite of what they make me out to be, I can honestly describe myself as an honest, caring gentleman who likes to have fun and have sex. People think that I am dominant, but they're wrong–––well not completely. I do dominate women but only in bed. Controlling their every pleasure, allowing them to succumb to their sexual needs, and letting me satisfy them in the most mind-blowing way possible.

Now, I was admittedly a bit lonely at home—it was turning me into a workaholic. “I see what she’s saying—long-term partners show commitment. It’s the same tactics they were using when I was raising Emma. People feel more secure when they’re dealing with family men.” When my daughter was all grown up and off to college, suddenly I was back to seeming like a bachelor to the general public—it didn’t matter how many family dinners we had, or times we let the paparazzi ‘catch us’ doing things together.

They listened excitedly as the women talked about how he liked to dominate a woman, it seemed that they had to do whatever it was he wanted or he would ‘punish’ them. ‘What do they mean by him punishing them?’ Trina whispered innocently and Jess blushed as she tried to explain, ‘He’s probably one of those BDSM Dominants, you know like that Christian Grey in Fifty Shades, seems since those films were released guys think they should all act like him. If you listen to the way these women are talking they all seem to want him to do it to them so you can understand why guys act like that..’ Jess explained and was surprised by her younger friend's reply,

The words hit something deep in my chest, something that had been wound tight for so long I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe freely. When you're with him, you can just be a girl. Slowly, carefully, I let myself lean into his warmth. Let his arm come around me, let his strength support me for just a moment. But even as my body relaxed against his, my mind couldn't stop racing. What if this is all an act? What if he's just like everyone else, playing a longer game, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy me? Dominic was the most ruthless man I'd ever met. He'd built his empire on the bones of his enemies. He was capable of violence that would make hardened criminals weep.

Every meeting, every gathering, he could feel the unspoken challenge in their eyes. Helios, a towering figure with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features, exuded an aura of dominance. His broad shoulders and imposing physique seemed chiseled from granite, radiating a sense of unyielding strength and authority. Yet, beneath his formidable exterior, a complex web of emotions simmered, waiting to erupt. And yet, An Omega, his very own Omega, had completely unraveled him. He wanted to snap at them, to remind them who he was. But the worst part? They were right. Because he was obsessed. And he was losing control.

He expected the book to end there but it continued further, going into what a fake dominant was. Someone who would take advantage of a submissive's loyalty. Fake dominants were known to be extremely dangerous. They lured in people who were new to the lifestyle and took advantage of them. He read carefully as the book explained signs of a fake dominant. The most important thing it discussed was how dangerous fake dominants were; they could be known to go past a submissive's limits and take advantage of the consent and trust they had been given.