Dominated By Her Novels & Stories

Maybe the heir talk had been absurd. Then again… maybe it hadn’t been. Dominic pictured her again—walking next to him in that same park he’d just fucked her in, her hair pinned back from her face, lips swollen from his kiss, that familiar fire in her eyes when she challenged him, and a swollen belly she had a hand resting over. She wasn’t built for this world. Not like he was. Yet somehow, she was still standing. Maybe that made her even more dangerous than he was. Someone like her with a deep want to keep on fighting no matter the circumstances wasn’t the kind of person to be underestimated lightly.

"Like me, Dominic, your mama is a ruthless woman; you know that. But to you alone, I can be anything you want me to be. All you have to do is say the word." I looked into her eyes, confused for a moment. Until it made sense. "You want to be controlled by me?" Her eyes lit up at the edges. "I'd 'love' to be controlled by you." She took her hand up mine. "That way, you'll be rest assured I'll never be a burden to you because your mama is a strong woman. We'll have so much fun." I looked down at her hand resting on my arm, just shy of my shoulder. It wasn't the first time she was touching me, but today, it held a different meaning.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

I could see that she was really nervous, but I wouldn't have a problem with her going after our son's rights. ‘It may not seem like it, but she hates gossip and keeps secrets very well.” Still suspicious, she smiled and once again our gazes met. Dominic was being pampered by his grandmother, getting food in his mouth and lots of affection. I hadn't seen her this happy in years, Donna has changed my life in more ways than one and she has no idea.

The delicate features of her face, her soft touch as she staggers with me to the shower, the fact that she took me in… The concern that rolls off her says she must be dominion. “How?” I force the word through a throat that feels that it’s been sliced with knives. “How do I manage to survive as an dominion in a city full of leaders gone rogue?” One side of her lips twists. “We have much to catch up on…but first.” She helps me into the shower, turns on the warm water.

The second thing was that she would never let another men lay their hand on her in that way ever. Even though months passed after that, she still used to check who was at the door with her super senses and to be on the safe side she used to double check through the peephole. Even though a lot has changed now, she knew it still affects her a little despite herself as she is always on her guard wherever she goes. Remembering the whole ordeal still leaves a bad taste in Serena’s mouth, making her lose her appetite. Jeremiah called his daughter out of her reverie and looking up she realized that they were looking at her with knowing looks and had varying emotions reflecting in their eyes but the

God that nearly made her come on the spot. She couldn’t even draw a breath. She was light-headed from exhilaration and anticipation. She was high on him. His power and control over her. His dominance. This was what she craved. Him on top of her, she underneath him, his cock buried so deep inside her, his absolute power.

The way he holds himself, the assertiveness in his voice, and the unwavering confidence in his gaze all contribute to the powerful presence that enthralls her. She revels in the way he effortlessly takes charge, his actions and decisions displaying a sense of purpose and control. Elizabeth finds herself drawn to his dominance, feeling a profound sense of security and trust in his ability to guide and protect. As her eyes trace every line and contour of his face, Elizabeth is overcome with a deep appreciation for Tristan's dominant side. She understands the delicate balance of power and responsibility that he carries, and she recognizes the strength it takes to embrace such a role. In her ado

“I need a wife, someone who can give me a child. An heir to my empire. And you… you are perfect.” Perfect. She’d heard that word before, from men who thought they could mold her into what they wanted, but Dominic wasn’t just a man. He was a wolf, she could sense it in the way he looked at her, the way his presence filled the room. “And if I say no?” she challenged, though the words felt weak on her tongue. She already knew the answer. Dominic’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then your brother dies. Simple.”

Domenico I was fuming by the time I reached my office. I am annoyed at how Jade seems to control my life. The little thing seemed to make everyone quiver in her presence. Where did she get that power from? She exudes an air of dominance and is completely fearless. It’s like that little girl consumes me. Damn, was she daring? She was, without even trying or saying a word to me. Me, her mate. It’s as if she knows we are destined.