Dom Wife Novels & Stories

"It's all yours." "You looked like you could use company," she said, settling in, close enough that their knees nearly touched under the table. "Or like you wanted to be left alone completely and I'm about to be very annoying. Tell me honestly which one it is and I'll go if you want me gone." That surprised a small, genuine laugh out of him. "Honestly? I don't actually know." "Rough night." "I'm getting married in the fall," Dom said, turning the glass slowly on the table between his fingers. "To the most incredible woman I've ever met in my life."

I said nodding my head like she could see me. She sighed “Dominik is at his house with his wife.” She said. I was confused, Niky said he hated his wife, so why would she be at his house. I was about to ask why but Krystal continued. “He got his wife knocked up now she’s five months pregnant.”

Dom and Adonis had agreed to this marriage to gain something, and it was not my happiness. “You okay?” Dom’s voice was harsh as he called out. He walked into the room, stood behind me, and poked a knee into my back. “Why didn’t you go for dinner?” “So you could ruin it?” I snapped. Releasing a sharp breath, he said, “I didn’t mean to beat those men up. I just—”

"I am only showing my King the proper respect, My Lord. I am your wife, and your servant. I am simply fulfilling my duties." "Stop it," Dominic growled, a low, warning rumble vibrating in his chest. His wolf was clawing to get out, desperate to shake her, to kiss her, to force her to look at him with the warmth she had displayed yesterday. "You are my Queen. You are my mate. Do not speak to me as if you are a stranger." "As you wish, My Lord," she replied smoothly, her voice completely flat.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

My ribcage caved, a traitorous collapse, because Killian’s eyes—God, those eyes—used to look at me like I was the only thing holding the world together. Then Dominic’s hand settled at the small of my back. The heat of his palm was a bucket of ice water, snapping me back to the present. “My wife unfortunately only just developed an interest in corporate circles,” Dominic said, his tone easy, conversational, oblivious. “So I doubt it.” He glanced at me with a small, private smile. “Or do you know him, honey?” I swallowed, the question tasting like copper on my tongue. Did I know Killian Rhodes?

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

She didn't know where these words were coming from but they were spilling like a tap left open. "Woman!" Dominic squished her cheeks and turned her to him, swearing when she flinched at his tone. "You just gave me the best sex of my life! Do you have any idea what sort of self-control I am yielding right now to not make love to you on every surface in this house?" Make love? Did he just use those words? "I want to continue having sex. You don't understand-" "Pregnant women are always horny." Dominic grinned. "I know, I am a responsible husband and father, remember?"

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“Now I don’t know what kind of mom I’m going to be. I just want to be a hot girl.” “You’ll make a hot mom,” Alessandra winks. Jealousy burns in my throat, and Dom chokes on a laugh. I’m glad he finds it amusing that our wives are flirting, but I’m not putting it past the idea of them leaving us for each other. While I’m an excellent husband, he’s the bare minimum spouse. Renata could leave him any day.