Domineering Novels & Stories

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. ***

Domineering! To be continued....!

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.

“Raven, I won’t allow you to deny that we’re mates. The fact is we are. There are others out there that recognize that we are, and it can be made official with a simple word. I don’t want to be a hard ass Alpha male. But after all this time I will.” Dominic could feel his more dominant nature coming to the forefront after all the violence and bloodshed he’d seen. The anger and the betrayal he believed he’d discovered. This was something else he had to get to the bottom of.

Madox smiled. There were few times that he could see his friend out of control, with all his uncontrolled pheromones invading the whole place aggressively. That...was good for health. Dominic had always been an alpha who could be said passive. He didn't look for conflict and while he wouldn't let himself be overshadowed by another alpha he did look for the least violent means of dealing with things. Very contrary to him.

"Dominic... it’s over. The ledger is signed. Get out of me." Dominic let out a low, gravelly grunt, slowly shifting his weight as he lifted his torso to tower over her face. His amber eyes were still heavily bloodshot, dark with a lingering, territorial madness that made it clear he wasn't anywhere near done establishing his authority. He didn't pull out. Instead, his hand slid up her chest, his thick fingers wrapping firmly around the front of her neck in that heavy, possessive grip she had come to fear and crave. His thumb pressed hard right over her frantic pulse point, tilting her jaw back until she had no choice but to meet his unhinged gaze.

No one dared to mess with them although Conan was only the head butler. “Trust me.” Amel tried to convince Conan. “Watch out at 12 o’clock. Beta team moves further back.” His normal voice tuned up to strict whenever he was giving the order. “Your argument?” “I study dominance, and you can tell our lord is being a dom in most of the situations by how her cold eyes or when she spat the murderous intention. Dom usually wants control so she was exerting her dominance by placing the haters in their place. May look irrelevant, but that’s how I see it.” Argued Amel with his heated reasoning that no one cares.

His hands grasping my wrists while his body, lingered inside my open legs, those eyes of his now pitch black, either his wolf had taken over or was very close to. “YOU ARE MINE! I will rip that lowly excuse of a man apart for even pondering the idea of touching you! You, your body, your soul, your entire being belongs to ME! You may have been able to have your way with a series of men before, opening areas to them which only should bare my name, but now I have found you and will one day soon make my claim… I am the only person to ever explore you and if any man whether they be wolf, human or otherwise dare try… I will ensure they do not breathe another breath of air… I will rip their eyeball

he overruled her in her own game by regaining his dominance but still respecting every word she said. He wasn't being unfair or burying her words, he was dominant by agreeing to every word she said. He wanted to take over her and it didn't matter if she was trying to seem bigger or more intimidating because of the aura he always emitted. It was hard to stand against him without losing.