Dominated By Her Novels & Stories

A stranger, then, gave her that. With time, she grew into her rebirth as Makayla, quite well. Her father taught her the grace and effortless yet powerful way of dominance. 9:25. A being who dominates it's own kind can rule, achieve, manipulate anything, anyone. Dom. She was a dom, proudly.

Yeap that's Dominica Verda for you. Okay I know Dominica is sounding like a bitch but before we blame her for being a villain we all are aware she was a lonely child and suffered in the hands of death taking away her only parents and having an uncle that fought her over her own father's properties so I can't say I blame her for being mean, or evil or bitchy. It's all an armour she used to protect herself from this cruel world. . But all the same she's still a bitch! Dominica's heart is beating fast and her shoulders are sour and aching from the pain. She tried to flex the muscles in her shoulders but she cried out in shock and distraught, as panic in its purest form seized her at the tiniest

“ We are getting this book.” She did a double-take. “ What?” “ You like cooking right? So, why not buy it?” Baffled, she stared at him looking a bit at loss. “ I appreciate the sentiment but I would rather not-” “ I am not going to judge you for having a small hobby, Reyna. Being dominant doesn’t mean you can only get involved in fistfights and showcase your dominance, there is nothing wrong with you tinkering around with what you like, alright?”

Fortunately, she didn't say much just now, nor did she reveal too much information. Dominic, having developed the Carter family to its current state, naturally had unquestionable abilities. At the moment, he was just indulging in self-admiration, so he didn't think too much. Otherwise, if he really started to suspect and investigate her, it would probably lead to unnecessary complications and disrupt her plans to find her firstborn. It was better to let things be as they were, and if Dominic wanted to believe that she was seducing him, then so be it.

“ DOMINIC- “ She squirted out once again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her vision getting blurry. Her hairs sticking to her body , her lips parted , her cheeks red and her eyes , teary and swollen. She looked like a piece of art and one thing for sure …………………… she was his sinful desire. He was gonna have her one way or another. She was his and he was her master. She belonged to him and only him and anyone else even trying to get her was gonna meet the deadly him. He was obsessed with her. Possessed . He was way dominant , way aggressive , way possessive and way protective when it came to her and he was desireful for her. He was not gonna let anyone take her away. He made sure she also un

Which confirms it— she’s one of the captured slaves. Dom finally turns his attention back to her. “Are you the only one here?” he asks flatly. She stiffens. “I—I asked you first,” she says, trying for bravery. He narrows his eyes, and the sheer weight of his gaze makes her pale. I know exactly how she feels. That quiet dominance trained on you. It’s not just his size or presence—it’s what he is. And humans aren’t built to endure that kind of pressure. She stammers, stumbling over her words as she blurts them out, “I—I’m the only one here. I’m the only one.”

I watched her struggle to swallow, her face turning a deeper shade of red. “I missed this...” she whispered, barely audible. I pulled her back to me. “You think you’re the one calling the shots, huh? You’re hot when you try to take control, but I’m the one who dominates here. You’re mine, Katniss.” Her body trembled, and I felt her grip tighten on my bicep. She wouldn’t look me in the eye. ‘No way...’ I thought, but quickly shook my head at the idea.

She was unzipping his pants, and he could only moan in slow, deep longing. And he knew: he was hers. She had him, a fly in a web happily rolled in dangerous silk. Domination. That was her game. She and Kade were so alike… and so fucking good at what they did. “Tell me to get off, if you want me to…” Christina murmured in his ear. “Just tell me.” He shouldn’t do this. He knew he shouldn’t. This was so wrong, this woman who had killed his friend’s parents. Beyond betrayal. Beyond stupidity.

But when had he last demonstrated that dominance? It was a sad testament that he couldn’t even remember. Couldn’t point to a time or moment over the last year when he’d acted as her Dominant. The pieces were coming together in his mind, and he didn’t like what he was seeing. He hated the idea that he’d failed her. Miserably. She was unhappy, and his girl was always happy. She lit up a room like a million rays of sunshine. She had such a tender, loving heart and she spread that love to everyone she encountered.

She brushed it away and said, “Richard was proving that he was good at it. And that he could control me.” “Why would he do that?” “Because he’s a dominant. To tell you the truth, I think it’s a façade. He’s really a soft little puppy inside.” I laughed as if she were joking, picked up the glass of wine and drank. As I set the glass back on the table, I said, “I’m curious. What constitutes dominant? If you hadn’t told me about your profession, I never would have guessed.” “It’s better that way, don’t you think? A girl can’t put all her cards on the table, can she?”