Dominant Tattoo Ideas

As the CEO of Sebastian Pictures, I have power and authority. I was the one who called the shots, constantly in the spotlight. I was meant to be the man in charge. Until I met Eloise, she was a junior art director at my subsidiary company. She also happened to be my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. To her, I was Mr. Dangerous in a suit—her new boss. For me, she was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I was used to getting what I wanted. I craved to own her, possess her. Now, we’d gotten ourselves tangled in a game where neither of us could win. But here’s the thing: the more we played, the more she turned the tables. She had me breaking my own rules.

“You have a wife?” I exclaimed, throwing the newly ironed suit at him. He picked it up, scowling at me for wrinkling his clothing “You met Christine?” I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, shocked by his nonchalance. “We made love!” “We fucked, Abigail, and that has nothing to do with Christine. She’s my wife and you’re just a body for my pleasure. Now, if you’d get out of my office.” When Abigail Hayes starts working at a new office, she is instantly attracted to her boss. Fortunately for her, her boss is just as attracted to her. One thing leads to another and they have sex, only for her to find out the next morning that he is married. Will she continue this forbidden relationship? Will she agree to be his mistress?

“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

“Fuck! Only if your dad knew how fucking bad and naughty you really are. Only if he knew I'm fucking you right now on my bed and you love it." Luca, Stacey's father's best friend said as he kept thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back, and a shudder tore through her body at his words. “Ahhh! Ohh my goodness! Don’t say that! Ahhh fuck, it’s so dirty!” She cried, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him. "Keep fucking me harder!" He smirked, dragging his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in, making her scream. “He thinks you are innocent. But right now, you are nothing but a slut for my dick. Look at how you spread wide on my bed, begging me to fuck you harder. Begging me to ruin your pussy” “Yessss!” She clutched at him desperately as her legs locked him in place. “Ohhhh! I don’t care about anything right now. Just keep fucking me!” Stacey caught her father's best friend masturbating with her sexy pictures and vowed to have a taste of his dick. She seduced and got what she wanted. But what happened when she got pregnant not knowing he had a fiancee? Do you love reading steamy, naughty, and filthy romances? Do you love when a dominant man takes control of a horny hot girl? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will ignite fire in your ovaries and make you twitch in ecstasy. This novel is a collection of hot erotic stories. Read at your own risk.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed him in a beautiful embrace. He looked like an angel with devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon her and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to scream but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.

Valencia Amara Nightingale III was trapped—engaged to a powerful, ruthless prime minister with a hidden agenda, forced to endure his cruelty for five long years. A princess in name only, she had no power, no choices, just a future of helpless submission. Until the day she was murdered. But as fate would have it, death wasn’t the end for Valencia. In the same dark forest, at the exact same time, another life was lost—Anastasiya Constantine. A fighter, An agent , a woman forged in the harshest streets, Anastasiya was known for her fiery spirit and sharp mind. The world thought she was out of control, a lost cause, but her death was the catalyst for something unimaginable. God, it seemed, had other plans. Anastasiya is resurrected in Valencia’s body— now a young royal with the face of innocence, but the heart of a warrior. Gone is the meek, kind princess. In her place is a woman driven by vengeance and a hunger for power. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Anastasiya begins her quest for revenge—against the man who destroyed Valencia’s life, and against the corrupt world that betrayed her. Her ultimate target? Aslanov Moroz Vladislav, the most powerful businessman in the world. Seduction, submission, and a ruthless drive for revenge will lead her to sell her soul to him, use his empire and influence to take control of a life that is no longer hers by choice—but will be by force. One woman. Two lives. And a debt forged in blood. Vengeance? Lol. She was out for Retribution.

"I can't give you the stars, But I promise I can make you see stars." Ava whispered to him boldly. Dominic Blackwood is ruthless, arrogant and dangerously determined. The only thing standing between him and his father’s powerful empire is one brutal condition, marriage. He’ll sacrifice anything to claim what’s his. Ava Laurent isn’t looking for love. She’s hunting revenge. Dominic Blackwood destroyed her family the day her brother died because of him. Now she’s ready to destroy him right back. But revenge requires proximity. And proximity leads to a wedding ring. What starts as a calculated game turns into a marriage neither of them expected. Dominic isn’t gentle. He commands. He dominates and he doesn’t bend. Too bad because ava didn’t have submission in her bones She talks back, she tempts and she provokes. But the deeper she digs into Dominic’s world, the more the lines blur. Because sometimes the villain isn’t who you think he is. And sometimes revenge tastes dangerously close to desire. She thought she was trapping her enemy. She never realized she was falling for him…. If you crave hot, flirty, tension filled dark romance with a dominant hero and a heroine who refuses to be controlled, this book is for you.

When a wild, psychotic alpha comes into your life and messes up everything that used to be pristine, the only thing left to do is... accept it, right? Rodrick Easton is a dangerous enigma. He tried to kill my father, he kidnapped me, he made me live in the woods, and to make matters worse, he somehow managed to make me fall in love with him. He put me on his side, he made me look crazy in front of my family and now everyone is worried about my mental health. But I can't discard him and let him face the consequences of his actions on his own. Rodrick is the only man who has wanted me this badly, he’s the one who taught me what it's really like to love someone. I can't leave him alone. { BOOK #2 of “Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha” } * This is a sequel *

“I will never love you.” She said, giving him a last look of detest. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you...” He said as he kissed her neck. She tried to push him away but he held her arm, nuzzling, “I’ll wait for the moment when you’ll beg me to take you to the deepest depth of pleasure.” *** When two Alphas with an inability to love destined together unexpectedly as mates then their distinctive territories would only serve as an excuse to arise resentment because none of them would leave their pack. The egoistic Lucille Dayle would never step down and so does Leonel Alvarado who caprice for a mate. When one urges to shatter their baseless bond while the other wants to forge one, this would lead to the labyrinth of darkness and seduction. Lucille would endure all tortures to save her pack from the blood thirsty lunatics but Leonel would reach the depths of hell to possess what belongs to him too. In the possession of power and pride, who will bend its knees first?