Dean Domino Novels & Stories

Daemon smirked and looked at him. "Chill, Dom. It was her first time, just like she said. She might not see me the next day if I stay for another hour," he said and walked away while buttoning up his shirt. Dom, followed him as his arms are crossed. "So, where are you going after this? Are you going home or going directly to... the HB?" Dom asked his boss as he followed him. Daemon looked at him and raised his eyebrow before rolling his eyes. The HB is their usual spot, a famous bar that only few people can get inside, those who are only the famous and influential ones.

"I served under Enzo Romano for ten years before Vito took over. Now I serve Vito. There's a version of this conversation where loyalty to the name covers both of you." "It does," I said. "That's exactly what I'm proposing." "And the other version?" "The other version is that Vito Romano is blind and confined to a wheelchair. He has a missing ex-wife, a board that's been watching his stock decline for two quarters, and a father who has been quietly positioning for succession for longer than most people realize." I picked up my fork. "I'm offering you the winning side before the game is decided. Not after." Caruso was quiet for a moment.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

High above the central training coliseum, on the grand inspection balcony of Dome One, Dominic stood with his boots planted firmly against the polished basalt ledge. He had stripped off his formal imperial mantle, wearing a sleeveless dark velvet combat tunic reinforced with meteor-steel mesh. His broad, muscular chest and corded shoulders were exposed, showing off his bronzed skin and the dark meteor-steel runic tattoos that pulsed along his arms and neck with steady, low currents of liquid-black solar plasma. His short dark hair was windblown by the internal climate vents, framing a granite jawline set in an unyielding expression of apex authority. His grey eyes, glowing with deep, steady

Banks marks his territory through dominance, not petty brawl tactics. "Every other man who has shown interest in you previously never rivaled him in finance, dominance, and ruthlessness," Dean says smoothly. I blink, his words heavy as they settle into me. Dean is the son of a massive conglomerate in China. He recognized my submissive collar immediately, proving he is a Dom himself. But ruthless...? I tilt my head at him. "What do you mean, ruthless?" Dean smiles, but the warmth doesn't reach his eyes. Instead, the air in the office turns icy cold.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

“The builder? Of course, Should I let him know you are coming?” “No! I want to surprise our Demon prince.” Dominic replied before heading for the elevator. Mal wasn't exactly a builder, or a demon prince, he was in fact a greater demon of hell who took a liking to building great structures and strongholds, he is the head of the buildings security division at Predtech and like all demons an egotistical asshole most of the time, but Dominic couldn't hold that against him, it's his nature.

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

' "Momma! I found uncle Domino!" I looked at Domino. He's still the same, and being a gym instructor who owned a gym, his physique was as toned and muscle-bound as Lazarus'. It's a wonder he's in formal attire now, as if he's headed to a meeting. I usually see him in workout clothes.