Dom Wife Novels & Stories

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

I held him through the night terrors, wiped the blood from his hands, sat with him in silence when the world felt like it was closing in. With me by his side, Luca crawled out of hell. His voice came back rough, gravelly, permanently scarred. And it took him only one year to hunt down every traitor in the family, to take his rightful place as Don of the Vitali Family, the unchallenged Capo dei Capi of the Sicilian underworld. I was the one he kissed, touched, loved in the dead of night, when the world outside didn’t exist. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d

Author's POV "Wife?!... Are you fucking married?" Grace looked at Dom shocked. Dom scawled. "No!" Alex chuckled. "Future wife, i meant..." Grace wiped her mouth with tissue. "I am not interested in getting married..." Dom said in dismissing tone and started eating his breakfast. "And you are already married!" Bella mumbled to herself. "What did you say?" Dom looked at her. Bella chuckled. "Aren't you already engaged to Natasha" Grace raised her eyebrows but still tried to hide her reaction.

Earlier, Dominic had noticed Tom from a distance. After all, no one wore a cotton jacket in June, yet nobody else seemed to find it strange. No one even glanced at him. Tom watched a scantily dressed woman walk into a small residential compound in the alley. Only then did he lower his gaze and say painfully, "She… is my wife. No. To be precise, she's my ex-wife." Dominic raised an eyebrow. He had noticed the woman's heavy makeup as well. It seemed Tom's story would be an interesting one.

Or perhaps my own desperate libido is simply overriding common sense. Picturing the heavy weight of his massive, tattooed arms pinning me down has been a recurring intrusive thought since yesterday. "Tragic," sighing heavily, I slump back into the chair. "A massive waste of prime real estate. So, a girlfriend? A wife hidden away in a dacha somewhere?" “No," Dom says, her expression turning slightly serious. "He doesn’t date." "Never?" “Never. Hookups only." That piece of information settles in my chest, forming a heavy little stone of realization.

Domenico was the only one in the office beside Francesco. “No,” Domenico bit the word, “But we need to hurry up so I can take my wife on a damn honeymoon. She hasn’t stopped asking since the wedding night and let me tell you her nagging is not a big turn on,” he sighed and flopped on the couch. Francesco laughed but stopped when he heard Vincent growl.

"That, too. So tell me about your type." "I don't think so. A woman must have secrets or mean doms win every time." This time my heart did clench but I lightened my tone, "I was a mean dom but I need a sub like you to keep me in line." "I'm sure Damian will find you the perfect sub or two. He's quite good at matchmaking." Damian's grin flashed at his wife as he walked back into the room. "I'm only a matchmaker by default." His voice changed and hard eyes turned my way. "You're not trying to pick up my wife, are you?"

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

"Explanation? You're demanding an explanation? Who did you think you are to me?" "Your wife!" I retorted, yelling already. As I did so, the irateness and hatred in his eyes worsened. "I'm your wife for heaven's sake. Can't you respect that fact? What else do you want? Isn't your dominancy enough? Now you're staying with other women?"

The fools want him to take El Patrón and Lucifer to task for breaking omerta and integrating a certain club into their fold. Dominic lifted his lips in a semblance of a mocking smile. Fucking idiots! Closing the folder, he made a mental note to deal with them soon. His mind went back to the more pressing matters at hand. "Dominic," she opened the home office they shared without knocking. No surprise there. He was used to her antics. She was an invader. To his mind. To his heart. Beau Vasiliy, his tzarina. Alarmed at the urgency in his wife's voice, he looked up from the document report he was about to sign.