Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

Fuck, no! "What the fuck are you doing here?" Dominic growled, not hiding his displeasure. The bitch was a past dalliance some years back. Apparently, she still possessed a small functioning brain since she had the sense to use her over-riped beauty and became an underwear model in LA. "Dominic, baby." He curled his lips in disgust at her sickly sweet voice.

A question popped in my head, but I didn’t dare to voice it out. I stared at his face while he was looking at Romulus, he was so beautiful, I never saw anyone with this kind of beauty ever, he was dangerously dominating and very bossy in times but that’s what makes him more attractive, whenever he’s angry, his jaw clenches making his jawline look more sharper and way sexier than ever.

“Hmm. I’m sorry about that.” “It’s in the past.” “But if I wasn’t in the picture with the whole contract thing, would you reconsider her?” Dominic stared at her as though she had just grown a pair of horns. “I do not tolerate cheating.” He said firmly and turned his gaze away. She regarded him cautiously as he drove. His emotions right now were strong and bordered on a bit of anger. “Does she know about your new status? I mean, your supposed status, I mean…of course we are the only ones that know what we have is not real but…”

"Yet." Dominic swallows down whatever was bubbling in his mouth. He looks angry and irritated. I can see he doesn't appreciate the time we are taking to settle this situation. Contrary to the impact Angela usually has on people, she seems to be rubbing him in the wrong way. He is barely holding himself back. He growls, showing his teeth. "I rather see you choke in your own blood, bitch." Angela frowns.

Sofia raised a questioning eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You are correct," Domenico acknowledged, nodding in agreement. "However, at this moment, I am here on duty, and Leonardo is my superior. I work for him as the CEO of one of his companies and serve as his trusted right hand," he explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Unspoken between them was the understanding that Domenico held a position of power within Leonardo's formidable Mafia organization, making him the proverbial right hand to the boss himself.

replied Dominik with a warm smile. "You lost your baby but that doesn't mean you give up on your life. Continue to live your life and achieve the dreams that you want to achieve. I promise, from now on no one will be able to touch you let alone hurt you. And I will give you whatever you want. You want to help me fulfill my promise, don't you?" Dominik continued patiently and painstakingly. He is currently trying to build Angelina's confidence so that she is more eager to live life and reassure the girl that everything will be fine after this. "Why did you do all that, sir? We just met today, didn't we?" asked Angelina with a probing look. Although Angelina was very happy to be treated this w

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

He found Dominic seated on the balcony, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the city lights casting a glow over his face. “Boss,” Angelo said, stopping at the doorway. Dominic didn’t turn around, but he gestured for Angelo to continue. “There was a… situation,” Angelo began. “Bella ran into someone she knew at the boutique. A girl from her high school. Things got heated.” Dominic’s grip on the glass tightened slightly, but he remained silent. “The girl slapped her, accusing Bella of hitting on her boyfriend. Before I could step in, Bella slapped her back.” Angelo hesitated, then added, “She said, and I quote, ‘I don’t need your boyfriend when I have a perfect husband.’”