Dom And Letty Novels & Stories

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Before the car had fully stopped, Lilith jumped out and ran over, shouting happily, "Great-grandma!" "Grandma, slow down," Isabella said. Leticia ignored her and scooped the girl into her arms. "My little treasure, I've missed you to death! Come inside with Grandma!" With that, she went straight inside. She did not even acknowledge Isabella, much less Dominic. Oliver walked over to Dominic and said quietly, "You'd better be careful tonight. Grandma is angry with you." Dominic knew Leticia was likely upset because he and Isabella had divorced. He sighed helplessly. "Go ahead and enjoy my misfortune."

"Not either. Let’s stay like this until five in the morning. Then you can take me home. After that, let’s forget this forever. Ok?" Ok. Dom rejected. (Flashback end) ***

I stared at him, completely lost. A second later, a familiar woman's voice floated out from the car speakers. "Then you have to use my favorite strawberry-flavored one tonight, okay?" My eyes widened in shock. I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice. "I made a bet with Jessica about how you would react when you found out I was cheating. I said you would slap me, and she said you would ask me why," Ian said lightly. "If I win, she wears black stockings. If she wins…"

I feel a whoosh of air just before Liam’s hand comes down on my butt cheek. “Ooh!” I cry, jolting a little. But Liam holds me in place while he rubs the spot he’d just hit. “The safeword is Parakeet,” Liam says, and I know he means it. I’m about to be dominated by a billionaire daddy. I nod. “What’s the safe word?” Liam demands. “Parakeet,” I respond obediently. “Good kitty.” Liam spanks me again. I pant, the sting mitigated by Liam massaging the spot with his hand. “I thought I was a good kitty.”

“And don't tell me that nothing is going on. I could see it in your eyes, Damon.” I handed it to her without speaking. It was crushed, but I knew that she would open it. Her eyes scanned it. Slowly. Carefully. Then she folded it once and handed it back to me without a word. “Everyone inside the house?” I asked her. “And by everyone, I mean everyone, because we're going to need together our meeting.” “Yes. Isla’s asleep. Delilah and Ethan just got back from the perimeter. Carter and Lysandra are still training underground. Damon, you know that things are not going to end well, but you angering yourself is not going to get you anywhere either.”

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

After a year she could be free, could leave a ruthless man like Clinton Rory. Vivian Letitia was in the living room in tears, but she did not know that her every move had been seen by Clinton Rory from the second floor. He looked at her in pain, the more he enjoyed himself, Vivian Letitia wanted to be the wife of Donald Corporation, which made him and Louisa Eira unable to be together. He must make her pay, he will make her suffer in this marriage...

Dominic and Andra continued their meal in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Andra decided that he was right. They had to play their part. She couldn’t wait to hand him her rules. Dominic was glad she was quiet now. He was getting fed up with her shenanigans, but then he had signed up for the job and he had every intention of seeing it through to the end. *** Inside an opulent living room, a wealthy-looking aristocratic woman in her sixties was looking at the portrait of Dominic and his comrades in an army uniform.

Caleb was seated at the table, scrolling through notes on his phone, jaw tight. They both looked up when I entered. “You’re early,” Caleb said. “So are you,” I replied, taking a seat across from him. Damon’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, like he was checking for cracks I hadn’t shown the night before. When he found none, his shoulders relaxed, just slightly. “We’ll be leaving in six days,” Damon said. “Neutral ground is halfway between our territories. We won’t bring a full guard, but we won’t go unprotected either.”