Dean Domino Novels & Stories

Devon sat in the Dining Room and again reviewed the proposal he had before him. It was the result of a years worth or research and consideration. Dominique and two of the shrinks were about to arrive and receive the briefing on the proposal, something he had kept secret from everyone until recently.

“Alright. Anything else?” “Yes.” Dominic turned to him, eyes cold and sharp as cut obsidian. “I want everything on August and Michael Devereaux. Every secret. Every deal. Every shadow they pretend doesn’t exist. I know there will be.” Enzo hesitated. “Dom, the Devereauxs have a clean record.” He explained calmly. “Even in the underworld. Their businesses are legitimate.” “No one is clean,” Dominic whispered. He hands balled into fists and he finally reached for his drink. “Not even saints. Especially not saints.”

In previous years, Dominic had drunk with them as well, but usually no more than seven or eight ounces. Dominic smiled. "Business dinners. I've gotten used to drinking a bit." In truth, he rarely attended such dinners. Most of his tolerance came from his improved physical conditioning. James nodded with a laugh. "I almost forgot. You're a big boss now." Dominic's thoughts stirred. He said suddenly, "Dad, I won't hide it from you. After the New Year, Cosmos No. 2 might be released. The results are confidential for now. I plan to open a branch in Eastmere. What do you think?"

As I called her, she instantly looked at me. "What?" She raised her brows. "I want to tell you something." My hands are placed on my lap and I'm playing with my fingers nervously. "What?" She asked, getting suspicious. I again looked at Zain, he's staring at us only. Anu narrowed her brows, bemused. I moved closer to her ear. "I and Zain, we are in a kind of BDSM relationship, he's my master." I just told her in one go in low voice.

He growled, riding me off as I tightened my grip around his neck, my whimper vibrated on his neck and a low growl escaped me before I could stop myself. I pulled my canines out of his neck and Dean hissed in pain before looking me in the eye as he wiped his blood off my bottom lip. His eyes held a sense of both darkness and dominance that I never saw before, and though I knew that anyone in my place would have been scared, I couldn’t help but find myself feeling secure.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

It wasn’t until we reached home that I realized the tornado had already hit my life in a way that I never saw it coming. “You need to see the news.” That was all Sammy said before turning on the TV. “...Dominic Romano, who was earlier involved in a torrid affair with Ms. Bianco, suddenly announced his engagement to Lilliana Alessi, a family friend to the Romanos. In fact, their wedding is scheduled for tomorrow and has been heavily gossiped for the entire week. Prior to the big day, the bachelor party was held at one of the clubs owned by his family, where Dominic insisted on meeting his ex-girlfriend Sophia Bianco, according to the statement given by her.”

Diane. Dom reached out, took my small hand in his large palm, and slowly slid the black card right back into my fingers. He closed my hand over it, his warmth spreading through my skin. "Keep your card, Diane," Dom growled softly, his voice deep and dominant. "I want you to consider this as one of my special treatments." what? He can't be serious. or is he? I looked around the massive lounge area, noting the expensive gold trimmings and the plush velvet furniture.

“Are you leaving? We made plans today, remember?” Why are they reminding me of plans that we didn’t even make? I might be old but I’m not forgetful. “Plans?” I inquired calmly. Devin nodded, he was now standing close to us. The sleeves of his white button up shirt were folded up to his elbows over blue denim jeans and paired with dark blue loafers. “Yeah, we’re going with Sharon to see that house in the Hamptons.” Just the thought of having to be in a confined space with him and his… his… his thingy is making my insides clench. “Sorry, Knox and I are seeing that game.”

I was born to survive. My father’s voice echoed in my mind—You’re nothing but a bargaining chip, Valeria—and I clenched my fists, forcing the memory away. I’d escaped Alpha Rhen and his brutal betrothal to Darius Volk. I wouldn’t let this place break me. Soren raised a hand, and the arena fell deathly silent. “To sharpen your instincts and hone your dominance, I am introducing a new structure to this academy: the Dominion Ranking System. From this day forward, every one of you will be ranked from one to one hundred, a measure of your strength, strategy, and worth.”