Dean Domino Novels & Stories

Yanking my gaze back to Dom, I asked, “Is there something I should know about, Dom?” “What are you saying?” he asked instead. I released a long, shaky breath. “Is there nothing you want to tell me?” Dom twisted his head toward Adonis, his brows furrowed in tension. “Maybe about De Vitto and why he wants to marry me, or why he needs to?” Dom’s mouth hung open and shock daubed his features, while Adonis stepped up from his seat and stood between us. “Look, I think we should all sit down and talk about this,” he said.

“You have any suggestions?” “I do!” Cali said quickly before Rave could respond. “I’ve got the perfect name. I was hoping I’d be around when you started talking about it.” Leesa wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to hear Cali’s suggestion. This was Cali, after all. The name was certain to be a wild one—but it couldn’t hurt to hear it. “Okay, go ahead. Lay it on us.” “You could call him Domino, after Dominic,” Cali said, grinning.

He always did. "As a matter of fact, I do," he replied happily, and I could hear him typing away, with classical music in the background. "His name is Dominick Luciano, or Big Dom. He used to be a big hustler in Vegas back in the seventies. You couldn't enter anywhere in the city at one time without dealing with at least one of his people." I remembered hearing something about Big Dom in one of Jaxon's stories about his mother, but I couldn't recall any other details, just the name. He sounded like the guy I was looking for.

"Why would Dominic Carlyle come straight to school as soon as he arrives back in town to take a girl he's never met out to lunch after making her first submit to him?" Mark grimaced. "Because he's an asshole who likes to control everything, even his women?" Dean's eyes glowed an icy fire. "His women?" He spat with a feral growl. "Ah...merely words, Dean...look, hear the truth from Aria before you do anything else, promise me you won't go confronting Dominic over this?"

while ignoring Declan, and at one point he began to wonder if I knew what I was doing. Even though he did not say it, his demeanour and behaviour best convey his pitiful circumstances. "How are you feeling now?" Dominic would not let me go, so I ignored him and concentrated on Declan. "Maybe relieved that the tension is at last over. I am sorry for my earlier mistrust." Declan bowed before me and apologised, promising to be loyal to me. "So, what do you think we should do to him now?" I asked Declan to make him feel special. It took him some time to respond because he had not expected it. "Please join me." I moved aside to allow Declan to render Dominic's final decision. Without a doubt, I

"We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you." I sigh. I've dealt with this many times before. Just because of Dean and his rank in the social and financial world, people find out what he does and who with, and try to use it against him. I've been pursued a few times now, and as you can see, it hasn't worked!

It was the birth certificate of Liam Maren Vale. The door opened. Dominic came in, his skates making a lot of noise on the floor. He was wearing his training gloves. He walked right up to the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light from the window. His eyes settled on his father's reflection in the glass. The general manager, Vance, stood up. His face was white with anger. "Vale, you are not supposed to be here! This is a meeting!" Dominic just smiled. "I am the owner of the Ironclaw Titans now, Vance," he said, tossing a paper onto the table. "So sit down."

I could hear everyone becoming happy just hearing the priest say that, and I felt like crying for joy. After a while, the priest asked Dean and me to face each other as a ring was brought in front of us. Dean took one ring and looked up at me. "Today, I am ready to make you my Luna, my love, and bride. I will forever love you till death do us part." As he placed the ring in my hands, I smiled, and a few tears fell down my eyes. I took the last ring left and slowly moved it a little bit closer to Dean's hands.

Dominic says lightly, setting the bags down at the door before winking at me. Then he turns and walks away. Connor exhales, sagging his shoulders. “This is your room, Signora.” He carries the bags inside. I follow, and my breath snags again. The room is fit for royalty. Silk sheets, gilded mirrors, a bed big enough to drown in. “Who exactly is Dominic?” I ask, still eyeing the door he disappeared through. “Enzo’s best man,” Connor replies. “Runs a lot of properties and real estate. He’s also the heir to a mafia empire.”

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