Dominated By Her Novels & Stories

She had her usual deceitful look on her face. Rebecca was a lady who loved sex; she was down for anything and everything. Revealing my dominant nature to her wasn't hard. She was the best woman I could ever have. She understood me and accepted all my flaws. Before, I was a flawless man.

Isn’t that the reason why Viscount excused himself and didn’t go back after because he already had a girlfriend and daughter? Her cheeks turned red. I don’t know her name yet but all I could see is shyness and shock on her face. “She’s very cute! We also have a baby here. Maybe they could play?” Slowly, she fixed her daughter’s hair and kisses her cheeks. “Wow. My baby will be having a playmate,” Anastasia is her name. Based on my observation, she’s kind and humble compared to other girls whom I happened to meet. The way she moves screams feminine. She’s not wearing any extravagant clothes but the way how she eats and sips on her tea screams elegance.

"Trust is overrated, don't you think? As long as we get what we want, that's all that counts." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspirator's whisper. "I can get to him. You won't even see it coming." And she was right. I watched the surveillance footage of her with Dominic, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. She played her part beautifully, weaving herself into his life with a precision that even I hadn't anticipated.

“She is beautiful.” “I know, she turned many heads in the mansion and many men wanted her, and that’s what made your father want her in the beginning; he saw it as a challenge, to prove to all of his men that anyone in his mansion belonged to him alone,” Dominic spoke and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me.

He didn't say anything to her, he was just there staring at her like she wasn't even speaking to him. “Tell me something," she snapped. Crossing her hands on her chest, she leaned close so that her hot breath was fanning his face, “You’re obsessed with her, admit it already.” "You are finding it hard to let her go after everything. She’s married to your brother, and yet you still look at her like she belongs to you. And me?” Her voice cracked into something raw and angry. “What am I, Dominic? A placeholder? A distraction while you play your little game of power and possession?”

“But I’d like them.” That disarmed her more than if he’d barked a command. She hugged her arms around herself, staring out at the night lights glittering against glass towers. He was too close. Too perceptive. “It’s this,” she said finally, gesturing vaguely between them. “Whatever this is. I don’t understand it. You pull me in, and then—” She broke off, shaking her head. “I don’t do this. I don’t… lose control.” Dominic was silent for a moment, and she thought maybe he’d dismiss her, the way he dismissed anyone who didn’t fit neatly into his order of things. But then his jaw tightened, and he looked away.

It was unique and different, something that would compliment my love’s beauty. A symbol for the humans that she was mine. I was the one that the outside world saw. Our flock knew that she was ours, but explaining that to human resources was a battle for another day. For them, she was just Marcus’ secretary. They didn’t need to know that she was ours, that he was our dominant.

And I was starting to realize that I liked it. I liked her dominance. I liked the way she made me feel, like I wasn’t perfect, like I had to work to be the man she could truly trust. And that terrified me. But it also exhilarated me in ways I couldn’t explain.

Its strands are unhealthy as well as its roots. She sat on the steel chair, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, like it was her only source of protection against Dominic, my husband circled around her like she was prey, and he was a predator. She shrank in her seat so visibly, you would think she was as small as she currently looked. "Get her bag in here," Dominic said into a phone and hung up. It was the waiting game now, we had to see if she was telling the truth

“I see the only person in this world who truly understands what Alexander needs. The only one who loves him enough to fight for his real happiness.” “But Dominic loves him too. He thinks—” “Dominic thinks he is his heir, the only child he has control over.” My voice turned honey-sweet, designed to wrap around her fears and insecurities. “But you and I? We love the actual child.” Her resistance was crumbling. I could see it in the way her body relaxed against mine, in the hope flickering in her tear-bright eyes.