An Understated Dominance Novels & Stories

What hurt the most was how gravely they underestimated Dominic. "You've lost; our story ends today," Ivan spat as he turned his head away from Dominic, not wanting him to see the regret in his eyes, the shame he carried. He was too proud to admit that he had lost. “That is always your mistake Ivan, you always underestimate me”Dominic smiled and the door burst open and a large figure stomped in.

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

“You’ve been quiet.” I stayed silent. He circled me slowly, deliberately, a predator enjoying the game. “Did you know silence makes people nervous? They fill it with their own fears. Their own doubts.” He bent close enough that I smelled mint on his breath, a cruel contrast to the stench of this room. “Liam thrives on control. Silence eats control alive.”

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

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“That’s how these things work, isn’t it? Single combat, winner takes all?” “If he does so, it means death for him,” Dominic replied, and there was no arrogance in his voice, just simple statement of fact. “He knows that he’s no match for me. He’s strong, experienced, and cunning, but he lacks what’s needed to defeat me in single combat. So instead he schemes and manipulates, trying to undermine my authority in a thousand small ways.”

The stern in his eyes is very noticeable. Slowly, Adam stood up. He covered his flat stomach, using his shirt as his almond eyes went on mine. It wasn’t dark; the sun hadn't risen either, but I can see his burning flame flashed on his eyes clearly. He gave me a disdainful look as I gave him a poker face. His gazes drifted on my body. His jaw clenched, making me shrink backwards. The strap of my night dress fell. I saw how it caught his attention and gave me a ruthless look. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Well, I don’t really wear a bra, especially when sleeping.

Undefeatable. The days he'd been stuck in the clinic bed having no effect on everything he is. His handsome features. His powerful aura. Dominant. His aura engulfs the entire room. Oozing of nothing but power, authority and dominance. Nathan Durk. “You and your son had the chance to save yourselves and never appear in my front again,” he sneers, slowly approaching Cathylene. Footsteps like that of a dominant wolf. Eyes narrowed, brows drawn together. Hannah watches him. And for one moment—just one moment—she allows herself to forget her pain.

Not in front of the board, but privately, in ways that reminded her that their obsession was untouchable. Dominic’s gaze swept the room like a predator marking territory. “Do I make myself understood?” “Yes,” they chorused, half in fear, half in awe. Even as the meeting continued, Ava noticed how Dominic’s control wasn’t just verbal. Every subtle glance, every tilt of his head, the way he brushed past her, the low murmur only she could hear—each act reinforced the power imbalance. He was her anchor in the storm, the fire that both terrified and enthralled her.

“And so did you.” His eyes darkened. “You don’t understand what that cost.” “Then explain it to me,” she challenged. For a long moment, he simply stared at her—at the defiance still sparking in her gaze, at the faint glow beneath her skin that refused to fade. “Dominance isn’t just intimidation,” he said at last. “It’s instinct. Pack law. If the wolves had pushed harder—if you had faltered even slightly—the bond would have reacted.” “And that would be bad,” she guessed.