Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.

The more Dominic thought about it, the angrier he became. Without realizing it, he picked up the pen lying on his desk and twirled it absentmindedly between his fingers. A sharp crack echoed through the study. Dominic blinked and lowered his eyes. The pen had snapped cleanly in two. For a moment, he simply stared at the broken pieces resting in his hand. Then he frowned. "Damn that aura," he muttered irritably. He tossed the pieces onto the desk and leaned back in his chair. "It's making me care too much."

I say placing my hands on Dominic’s as his grip tightens on the seat again, this is the only moment I would touch him. “30? 35?” I sneer, turning to him completely, “You’re barely part of the old day, Mr Giovani who has over what thirty to forty decades on you is mute and listening, but you, did your wife not stroke you before you came out here to yap like a toddler?” I raise a brow at him , my voice steady and confident but my heart beats wildly in my chest in fear. Will Dominic support what I say? “How dare you speak to me that way!!” He stands up yelling stamping the palm of his fingers on the table in anger.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

Us means him, his wife, Dominic, and me. Dominic says no. D’Angelo insists. Dominic says no again, in Italian this time. His accent is perfect. Another thing I didn’t know about him. We end up at the restaurant anyway. --- It’s not a restaurant. It’s a canal-side terrace with no menu, no other customers, and a chef who comes out to kiss Dominic on both cheeks like they’ve survived a war together. “For my wife,” D’Angelo tells me, pouring wine. “She loved this place. She passed last spring.”

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

“ Godfather Alex…….I am very sorry for what happened . I missed daddy so much that I went to see him . I was very worried about him when you told me that he was being mistreated by a mean boss . I am truly sorry godfather Alex . I really am . “ said Angelo with a sulky tone and sad expression . “ Luckily you are fine…….That’s all that matters . I was worried that something might happen to you….…Do you have any idea how scared I was ?!…..Imagine what your mommy would have done to me . He would have ripped my skin off alive . “ said Alex . " Godfather Alex , do you wanna know something ? The boss of my daddy is Damian . Can you believe what a weird coincidence ? I was really surprised when I l

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips when I saw the caller ID: Dominic. "Don't think you've achieved anything significant by bidding on that little prize," Dominic's voice sneered on the other end of the line. My thoughts involuntarily drifted to my time with Alessia. "It's not about the size of the fortune, Dominic," I replied, my smirk still firmly in place. "It's about how valuable it is to me. You should know by now that I never settle for less." "You'll never change, Angelo," Dominic taunted, his words hitting a nerve. "You're just like your father."

Dominic was standing there and the second his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. "Angel. You look beautiful." Dominic said in awe before stepping in and grabbing me by the waist. I smiled and pulled him down for a peck without thinking. I froze when I realised that kissing Dominic non-sexually and platonically was crossing the invisible line. Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all.

“I want you to leave and go back to New York. We had everything worked out to take over the Molina cartel and now that your dumbass came here it has destroyed our plans.” There is a lamp turned on next to the couch as he finishes that statement. There are 2 men sitting on the couch staring at her. One that looks to be over 60 and the other that looks to be around her age. “Oh, is that all?” Veronica asks as she chuckles. “Who is the other asshole there with you?” They both laugh and the younger man walks closer to Veronica and puts his hand out to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Donna. I am the future Jefe, Dominic.”