Dominated By Her Novels & Stories

She murmured slowly. Like thunder, the realization hit my head. So, the car which almost stimulated an accident is belonging to them. You bloody! I badly wanted to put some sense into her thick skull but when I looked at her pleading eyes, my anger flew away. It's beautiful... She has light green eyes and brown coloured lengthy eyebrows. She has brown wavy hair that matches her eyebrows. She was wearing skinny black jeans and a pink top which made her look beautiful. Of course! Pink is every girl's favourite colour.

One word from her and everyone dropped everything and went running to meet her demands. Alessa never liked me to begin with. Even when I was just Dominic’s friend she would show her disapproval blatantly whenever I was at his place. Unfortunately, she remained unmarried and thus Dominic would inherit everything after her and therefore she somehow did not control him or maybe it was Dominic's rebellious nature that allowed me to stick to him as long as I did.

He uttered, placing the soup bowl back on the table as he locked eyes with hers. Upon hearing Dominic's commanding words, Kathy felt like a wilting flower under the scorching sun, withering in the face of his dominance. She wanted a leader who was confident, considerate, and adept at managing his team, and Dominic was just the one she needed.

Dominic was here, moving further from her grasp. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs. Her polished demeanor never faltered. She had built a reputation on control—both in her professional and personal life. As one of the directors of her family business and the head jewelry designer of the House of Lin Fashion, she was used to getting what she wanted. Dominic was no exception. Ever since they were young, she had been able to manipulate and control him. But things were different. Somehow, she was losing her hold on him, and his resistance was strengthening.

Grabbing her arm he made her sit on the chair before trapping her in his arms leaning his face closer to hers. "Woman if you laugh or talked about that blush shit again I swear I will bend you on this table and fuck you so hard that all your lips will scream is my name." She gulped feeling wetness down there as again his dominance started doing things to her. Why does she even like to get dominated by him?

, She asked, the veins in her head popping. "Yes", The investigator replied. Madam Quinn clenched her fist. Why didn't she ever consider this? Why has she not thought about this? How could this happen? This is not part of the plan at all. The future she dreamt of is her only son at her beck and calls.She never knew a woman will suddenly pop out of no where. She needs to decide everything for him, even the woman he will spend his lifetime with and he has to be obedient to her.What use is a disobedient child? She only needs loyal people around.

"There's something I really wanted to know. What was your motive? You created the Ginnak and now I have to kill it." "Don't!" She hurriedly blunted. "Just catch her and I'll be the one to kill her." Dominus turned around and glared at her. "You want her powers, don't you?" "Let's just say that. And I didn't lie." She said, "About what?" "Being his fated love. It wasn't a lie." "Keep trying to confuse yourself." Dominus turned around and walked away from her. "You're the one confused." Dominus halted. He spun. "What do you mean?"

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

“The council. The elite. The wolves that still think bloodlines define worth. If they think she’s too wild, too unstable, they’ll turn.” “But if they see her strength?” Dominic asked. “They’ll follow.” “She doesn’t want to lead.” “She already is,” Dominic replied calmly That silenced me. Whether she wanted to or not, from the minute I gave her my blood, she already was. I looked back out toward the field. She stood there, breathing hard, sweat on her brow, hoodie tied around her waist, bare arms glinting under the sun. A wooden staff in one hand. Determined. Tired. And still—the moon goddess helps me undeniably radiant.

She didn’t gloat. “You want to feel small,” she whispered. “Just once.” He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She stepped closer, placing a gloved hand on his chest not to caress, but to press. It wasn’t rough, but it didn’t need to be. Something in her dominance wasn't just learned. It wasn’t kink. It was… older. Instinctive. Like she’d been born to wield obedience. Ronan’s breath hitched. Then her hand slid higher over his throat, not choking, just holding.