Domineering Love Addiction Novels & Stories

Hudson whispered in defeat, and Dominic laughed as they all climbed into the oversized SUV that sported bulletproof windows. Dominic stared past Cooper out of the window as they kept ribbing each other. He probably needed to get laid too; he needed to unwind after the week he’d had. Dominic didn’t really date, and he’d never been in love. He had semi-permanent hookups, but they were never his girlfriends. He’d never slept next to a woman, and he considered these women merely practice for when love would come his way. Everything Dominic did had a reason, and he knew that the only woman he’d sleep next to and love and honor would be his wife.

, and considering myself badly burned from that affair, stayed quite alone for the next three years. It wasn't like I didn't have offers - I had plenty. But as much as I liked my own brand of satisfaction, I needed it within a relationship. I had never gone for casual sex with anyone. The thought of it did nothing for me. As far as I was concerned, sex for me was all about being aroused, staying aroused to great heights and then having an amazing orgasm. I could only achieve that if I loved the man I was with. And of course, my urge to be the submissive partner came into play as well - I could not worship or obey a man I felt no emotion for. My lovers had been long term, but all of them self

The unfair, vibrational intensity in the air could almost be felt, as if it were heat, because Dominic's fury held a pulse all its own. His voice was a rasping whisper, low and filled with uncontainable fire—everything in it seemed to speak of a violent and all-consuming passion. "For you, I would burn this world down," he said, eyes glowing from fierce intensity. His words hung heavily in the air as if the very texture of reality were being woven with his holy devotion. His eyes were fierce, a flame that looked as if it would burn anything in its path. Dominic's love for Valarie was a living, breathing thing, always ready to bring madness and destruction to him. He was consumed by that abso

He began to pound into me, his hips hitting my ass with a wet, meaty sound that drowned out the rain. "I love you, Ivy," he grunted, his voice raw with a terrifying kind of devotion. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed home again. "I love you so fucking much." Each thrust was a declaration of war. He was relentless, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers by morning. I loved it. I hated how much I loved the feeling of being conquered by him. "You're mine. Say it," he commanded, his breath hot against my neck. "I'm yours," I sobbed, my head tossing from side to side. "I'm yours, Dominic!"

I gasped before I could stop myself, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. "Yes, what?" he demanded, his fingers teasing but not giving me what I desperately needed. "Yes, I want you," I admitted, past caring about pride or dignity or anything except the fire he'd ignited in my blood. "I want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me. I want this marriage to be real." "Then that's exactly what you're going to get," he promised, his voice carrying the weight of a threat and a vow. "Every night, in every way I can think of, until you're addicted to my touch."

Wasn't sure I could hear his voice in meetings without imagining it growling in my ear while he slammed into me from behind. I covered my face with both hands and groaned. "What the fuck is wrong with me..." "Why I'm I going through this again.... I thought I was over him". But deep down, I already knew. I wasn't over him. I can never be over him. I was addicted. Not just to the orgasms. Not just to the fantasy. But to him. Dominic Steele. And the worst part? This time, it wasn't just my body craving him. It was everything.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. “Say it,” he growled, slamming deeper. “Say you belong to me.” “I belong to you,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Louder.” “I belong to you, Victor!” He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while he fucked her harder. Elara’s body shook. She hated how good it felt. The drug made everything stronger. Her pussy clenched around him as pleasure built fast. Victor leaned over her back, his mouth close to her ear. “You will always obey me. At home. At work. Everywhere. You’re mine to use. Say it.”

He wraps around me afterward in the cage-grip that has become the architecture of my sleep – his arm across my ribs and his thigh over mine, with his heartbeat against my spine matching the echo in my chest – and I lie in the dark with the shift pheromones settling into my cells and the bond humming between us like a wire pulled taut. He’s right. I know he’s right. The supernatural pleasure is his ace card and Dominic can’t match it and the addiction that was imprinted during the first shift has written Knox into my biology at a level that exists below choice. But biology isn’t the only thing Dominic is competing on.

“Then let’s steal as many nights like this as we can. I need you, Dominic. All of you.” They made love one more time before dawn—slow, emotional, face to face, every thrust laced with words they weren’t ready to say out loud. When she finally fell asleep in his arms, safe and sated, Rory knew the addiction had taken root deep. There was no going back. And as Dominic watched her sleep, brushing hair from her face with a tenderness that scared him, he realized the same thing. He was already lost.

’ The words rang in her head and she froze for a moment because she knew that ‘not yet’ meant that she had plans of telling her father about Dominic. Does she really? Or because he’s fucking her way better than the way all of her boyfriends ever did? No. No. She couldn’t possibly be in love with him. She wanted this—the fucking and nothing more—to last forever and that was it. She’s just so fucking addicted to his cock. Yes, that was it. Nothing more than the fact that she always wants to choke on his delicious cock. Scarlett hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, slow, deliberate, while his best friend’s voice crackled through the phone pressed to his ear.