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But Dominic was there. Leaning against the headboard like he owned not just the bed but the very air around it. Shirtless, all lean muscle and dangerous shadows, his legs crossed beneath the duvet like he was settling in for the long haul. He was reading a book—some thick tome about international finance—like this was the most natural thing in the world. I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the hell are you doing?" He didn't look up from his book, but I caught the slight curve of his lips. "Reading."

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

“I’m not trying to buy you, Lena. Or her. I just… want to be useful. You built a life for her without me. I want to add to it, not take from it. Please.” Something flickered in her gaze—suspicion softening into something else, just for a heartbeat, before she masked it and it was completely gone again. Eliana glanced up at that moment, beaming. “Dominic! Look at the new books! Did you see The Lion and the Little Girl? It’s my favorite now.” He crouched down. “I didn’t see that one yet. You’ll have to tell me about it sometime.” She nodded eagerly, then went back to her stacking.

He had wanted it. He had wanted it very much. The books on the shelf were Dom's — not all of them, but the ones that mattered, the ones that Dom had loved or annotated or carried with him from apartment to apartment. They were arranged in the order that Vivienne had suggested, which was not alphabetical or chronological but thematic: the fiction Dom had loved, the non-fiction he had argued with, the poetry he had memorized passages from, the cookbooks he had never used but had collected because he liked the pictures.

Just Dominus. Which was... strangely hotter than it should have been. The heading read “CONFIDENTIAL SUBMISSION AGREEMENT” Between: Dominus (Hereafter referred to as "The Dominant") and Aria Liana Valente (Hereafter referred to as "The Submissive") This agreement is entered into willingly, knowingly, and with full consent by both parties for the sole purpose of engaging in a Dom/Sub dynamic that includes, but is not limited to, physical, psychological, sensual, and emotional submission.

He can't severely hurt me the one minute, and then sensually touch me the next. “Cherish?” Henry spits, voice drenched in mockery. “Didn’t you drop all your previous subs?” “With good reason,” Aiden answers coolly. A dropped sub means a sub with no dom. No dom means no education. No education means no marriage, or a future. It's a dead-end. “But—”

Chapter 14: The binding contracts! The following are a term for a binding contract the DOMINANT and the SUBMISSIVE. THE FUNDAMENTAL TERMS FOR BINDING THIS CONTRACT: The contrast between Jace De Leon and Brielle Damara. 1.) The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the SUBMISSIVE to explore her sexuality and her limit safely. 2.) The DOMINANT and the SUBMISSIVE agreed and acknowledged things that occur in this contract must be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limit and safety procedures set out in this contract.

I want to say thank you for giving this book a chance. Don't forget to add it to your library and leave a comment, to help me win the contest. Another thing, any dialogue between a character and his/her wolf would be asterisked.

"I know a certain person who would love to see you in that." I groan. "What?" "Not you too." "About what?" "You sisters are so cunning makes me want to find a new place without your wild behavior quickly." Effie laugh. "You noticed." "Of course!" "Don is a great guy. I don't see what harm to get to know him." "Because I have a son," I explain. "So, he's not those guys who run away from a woman who already has a kid because they are scared to walk that path. He loves kids; you see him with Zara, Ramsey, and Leo daily, caring for him while you work."

The title was written in gold letters, delicate and flowing: The Art of Ancient and Secret Domains. My breath hitched. I had read about domain creation in theory, scattered across scraps of texts here and there, in my mother’s lessons, in whispered conversations among wolves and witches. But this… this was something else entirely. A complete guide, hidden from the world, from all but those who dared to seek true mastery.