Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”

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.

Now she was a hot sensation in Xiaomi city, riding on Angelina's hard work and not giving her any credit for it. The door to Angelina's room clicked open and Xavier walked in. He was wearing black joggers which matched perfectly with the white shirt and his shoulder length hair was hanging free. Since it was on a weekend, he wasn't going to work. The mafia Don had already recovered and now he was doing pretty well. He was even back to his work out daily routine and his mafia business was going on smoothly. He walked to Angelina and joined her in staring at the sunrise. The mafia Don would be lying if he said that he didn't miss Angelina at work because he fucking did. He missed her presence

Yes, if it took this long to find me," without thinking. The second those words left my mouth, my hand flew up over my lips, and my eyes went wide with horror. What the hell am I doing? The man’s brows rose slightly, genuine surprise softening the sharp angles of his face for just a moment. A breath of silence passed between us before the corner of his lips twitched—not quite a smile, more like a predator amused by its prey. I quickly cleared my throat to try again, my voice breaking, "I mean, really-there's been some kind of mistake. I didn't steal anything. I wouldn't even know how, Mr...?" "Dante." "Right. Yes. Mr.Dante. Really, I...."00

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

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.