Domineering Novels & Stories

Then—barely a movement—his mouth lifted into a smirk. Not arrogant. Mocking. And he kept walking. Dominique stood frozen in the hallway, fists clenched at her sides, pulse pounding in her throat. She was Domica. She ruled men. She broke them. So why did she feel like he was walking away with her crown?

The joke Yurik made was still lingering on my mind. "Why would you even think that? I don't expect you to work for me. Micah can fix his mess himself." Dominic said before pulling me on top of him. Our naked bodies pressed together and I could feel his dick hanging down his inner thigh. "As long as you keep your pretty mouth shut about any of this, you're good." He muttered but I could hear the underlying threat in his voice and see it in his eyes. I was a risk and Dominic was making sure I wasn't going to run my mouth.

He has no idea the trap is already sprung. Dominic is already on his way down the corridor, following Aurel discreetly to see how much the compound works. He’s a dominant Alpha, heavy-handed and completely ruthless. If Aurel breaks down in that locker room, Dominic will be the first one through the door to witness the mess. He can even have a little fun with him since he loves a tight grip. If Laurentis turns out to be a fraud, he won't have the strength to fight back against a real Alpha's weight anyway.

He folded his arms across his broad chest, projecting the absolute posture of a dominant ruler. "You are draped in my shirt, Moza. Do you honestly presume I would let you walk out of here that easily?"

I want him to tell me. His jaw ticks, and something sharp flickers in his gaze—like I just stepped into dangerous territory he wasn't sure I was ready for. “It’s not just about tying women up,” he says, voice low and even. “I dominate them.” That word hits hard. My skin prickles. “Dominate,” I echo, like I’m tasting it. “That actually sounds… kind of hot.” He huffs a breath through his nose, like he’s trying not to react, but the tension in the air thickens instantly. “You don’t scare easy, do you?”

Walking quietly through the corridor Dominco found another door,this one was closed, twisting the handle trying to open it he found out it was locked "Shit" He cursed before taking a step back and lifting his leg to kick the door which went down with one kick.No ordinary alpha would have been able to take that down in one single kick, Dominco being a dominant alpha had the ability to be super strong.Smiling at himself he walked into the room, heightening his senses and going alpha mode to be able to see in the dark, because the room had no light switch.

Yuri locked his beefy fingers together on his chest. "For now," Dominic said. "Yes, for Now." Yuri echoed. It was no secret that should the family ever lose their wealth and power, they would lose their standing. Their enemies would close in on them, but for now, they ruled the underworld. Dominic opened the top drawer on the desk, seemingly looking for something. He pulled out a pen and a writing pad. "Yuri?" Dominic cleared his throat. "Yes Sir," Yuri answered exuberantly, ready to serve. "After the funeral is over, I want to take a wife."

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

Dominic's tone was domineering as he spoke without looking back. ***

That’s when we’ll be present, decorative and deliberate, proof of unity and lineage and legitimacy. A knock comes again, this time unmistakable, and Dominic doesn’t wait for an answer. He fills the doorway like he owns the air itself, hair perfectly in place, eyes sharp and burning with purpose. Power rolls off him without effort. Not loud. Not flashy. Just undeniable.