Dean Domino Novels & Stories

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

It looks so long and hard, just waiting for me to suck it all down my throat Bella: Grrrrr. You just ruined my underpants, Beta. Now I am all wet !! “ …. Dominic ? Dominic ? DOMINIC KENT !!!!!” the Dean shouted and the Vampire King almost dropped his phone in fright and quickly stood up from his seat in reflex. To make matters worse, a slight brush of his hardening wood with the table, caused it to become a full on raging boner just in front of the equally fuming Dean. “ …. are you even listening to me ?” the Dean asked the lust-sick vampire.

“If you’ve come to whine about Sammy kicking your ass in poker again, save it. I’m not in the mood.” Dominic chuckled as he strolled in, confidence wrapped in designer laziness. His tie was undone, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the signature Romano charm making him look like the devil at a Sunday brunch. “Actually,” he said, dropping into the armchair across from mine with no invitation, “I came to talk about a girl.” I finally looked up. “Unless that girl is somehow of any use to me, I don’t care.” He ignored the dig, propping one ankle on his knee. “Lilliana.”

he says with a wink before exposing a tattoo that I recognize as the whip wheel and I am guessing from his demeanor he is a dom. I wear a signet ring with the same symbol and only people in the community would know what it signifies. “I’m sorry you will be leaving. I would have enjoyed being your friend,” I say. “But I believe you are correct in your assumptions.” “We can be friends before I leave and perhaps discuss our mutual interests. As such, I will let this place go for a great deal less than I had planned, if you are the buyer. My name is Dominic and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Cruz,” he replies.

"Revenge." "On who?" "An old friend too." He grinned devilishly, lighting up his cigarette before puffing out smoke. "Details." Michael took a seat. "Here's my new assistant Domino." Micheal said to Cerano. "Hey there pretty lady." Cerano grinned with cigarette stained teeth. "Back off." Michael tapped away on the keyboard. "Details." "Storm Clyborne." He said to Michael. "Okay." The latter tapped away. "Nothing." "That's not right."

Dom said as I ambled down the stairs, fastening the cufflinks of my white shirt. I wanted the morning to be silent after parading through the clubhouses last night. Well, peace for me was like a cold day in hell with Domenico Guerra as the herald of chaos. Dom’s hair was ruffled. There was blood smeared on the hems of his sleeves, which was odd, considering how posh he was, always in his upmarket clothes and expensive boots and watches. He kept his image in check because of his position as my advisor, the consigliere of the Vitale Empire, which was the second-most important position in Cosa Nostra.

“Shopping.” Dominico scowls and squints at me. “What?” I sigh and grab his arm to yank him off the sofa. My attempt barely lifts his upper body. Shoot. This guy's still all muscle. “Can't get married if we don't have wedding rings to show off.” • • • Instituto Medico Bonavento Firenze [ D O M I N I C O ] Head of the empire's dead. Gone. The big boss is done.

“You’re a good doc, Domino, but I’m going to need you to butt out this time.” I laugh. Dante’s voice is beautiful. “Fine!” Dr. Domino throws his hands up. “See what I care. You’re getting on a fucking plane, anyway.” He yanks a few orange prescription bottles out of the pocket of his leather duster. “Take these if you don’t want to die of infection.” He slams them down on top of the mini-fridge next to the door and storms out. Dante doesn’t wait a second before racing to join me in bed. Still, I notice the way his left leg drags behind him a little. And the sling—

"Well, I simply could not bear to stay away from my wife." Valerie gasped, her throat drying up as she stared at him. "Also, Leo will be coming over soon," Killian continued, stepping closer to the table. "And Dominic will be joining you both shortly." Valerie blinked in confusion, glad for the subject change. "Why is Dominic coming over? Doesn't he have his own multi-million dollar company to manage?" Killian snorted, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. "Like I told you yesterday, Dominic is a jobless swine at the moment. He handed his daily duties to his vice president."

Or maybe I'm starting to be delusional. "I don't think so, but anyways...Where is Domenic?" Leo asks. "It's Sunday, he went to church and after that, he wanted to go and bring the kids some school supplies and toys. I stayed home to watch Prue since Mrs.Hendrics is out." Domenic has seriously taken up charity work and he helps out with anything he can. The kids love and admire him and I can see it really fulfills him to do this for them. "You still don't trust that nurse, why is she here anyway?" My question exactly.