Dom Toretto Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“And who is this woman with you tonight?” Dominic looks at me. Really looks. My stomach flips. “This is my girlfriend,” he says. “Lana Hawthorne.” “Girlfriend?” Kendra repeats, smiling wider as the camera clicks again.

“Feels kinda dope, having a girlfriend who’s powerful as hell. You could probably protect me better than I protect you.” I laugh and ruffle his hair, messing up the perfect look he had going. “These past couple months have been everything. Just us. No drama. No battles. Just fucking peace.” He chuckles, resting his forehead against mine. “We needed this. After everything, we deserved a break.” I pull back a bit and look up at him. “Did you talk to Sarita today?” He nods. “Yeah. Says everything’s going smooth. Though I don’t know why she keeps sending updates. She’s Alpha now.”

Nervously, I flashed him a big smile and walked away to attend to some submissive who needed my attention. “It seems DOM Tim isn't in a good mood tonight”. One of the submissive spoke up, “Oh please, he is never in a good mood.'' the second sub responded. “Whatever, I just wish he could take notice of me.'' The first sub murmured, which made the second sub chuckle and took a sip of her drink. “Joke on you to think he will take interest in us. I heard he has a girlfriend, and she is his permanent sub. He just comes here to have fun.'' The second sub spoke up, "Really ?" The first sub asked, “Of course, so stop daydreaming.'' Hearing their conversation made me scoff and went away.

“I don’t know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?” I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose myself. The way he’d whispered things only my Dom should whisper. The way his seed had spilled inside me and how, for one terrifying second afterward, I’d thought—what if? But I shoved it down, tightening my grip on my bag. Rhett Voss wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my Dom. My patient. The famous ice hockey player the whole damn city fawned over. A man fifteen years younger than me. Normal didn’t exist for us.