Dominic Harrison Novels & Stories

“Now, let me out.” “I will if you ask nicely.” “Look, why are you even doing this?” “This is payback for humiliating me before my father and ruining my game as well.” “What? I never humiliated you.” “You ordered me around before him.” “You walked out on him. That was rude and you know it.” “Yes, but…but…this is also for your highhanded ways with me.” “I am not highhanded.” “You almost spanked me.” Dominic threw his hands up. Okay, yeah, this was her revenge? No problem. It was almost funny but he was hungry. He didn’t have time for this.

"Let's just say he is unavailable." "What do you mean by unavailable?" Anita seemed not to have noticed the man's discomfort. "He is…" The words suddenly died on his lips as his gaze moved toward the door. Bridget did not miss the look of relief on his face as his lips curved in a smile. "And here is Dominic Harrison, the chief of operations at Harrisons corporations. Bridget turned around and her jaws went slack. She stared in disbelief as a figure sauntered into the room with the air of one who owns the world.

"There's no need for that!" Dominic stepped forward with a smile and said to Hunter, "Stallon is your valued subordinate. I don't want to take him away from you. However, since he has lost, he should come over here and kneel with a glass of wine. By the way, Hunter, you owe me a thousand gold coins, don't forget that!" Dominic was ecstatic when Darryl won against Stallon. However, Dominic was not dazzled by the victory. Stallon was Hunter's most trusted subordinate; he would not willingly work under Dominic. Instead of having a hidden risk close by, it would be better if Dominic took the opportunity to humiliate Hunter.

the young man extended his hand out to me, a ghost of a smile spreading over his lips, showing his white teeth. I shook his hand with a polite smile, but it soon faded with his next words, “I’m Dominic, an assassin. You know, destroying lives, one person at a time.” The look on my face must have given my thoughts away, I was horrified. An assassin? My hand fell slowly back toward my lap, trying not to look too alarmed at his words. He introduced himself as if that was every day’s job. “What did you do now?” Xander ran a hand through his hair, cranking his neck a bit to look at the man behind him as I crouched more down on my seat.

I kept our eyes connected and replied. "I know you don't want to kill me Nicholas but either way I owe you an explanation. My full name is supposed to be Dominic Johnson. I was adopted shortly after my birth, but my adoptive family was killed a few years ago so Xavier took me in and raised me as The Mysterious Demon, a street fighter. To replace my brother had been my role and it's been a part of my life ever since. The gym is just a part-time job. My real life is here in the ring."

Servin’s man steps forward, whispers in his ear, and waves a hand in our direction. After a moment, Dominic Servin rises from the chair and extends his hand out to shake my hand. “Jaxon Maxwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dominic Servin. Please, call me Dominic.” I nod my head and accept his hand. Servin reminds me a lot of Logan with his dark hair, tall stature, and dark eyes. But that’s where the similarities end. Unlike Logan, Servin chose the wrong side of the law. “Thank you for meeting with me, Dominic. Please, call me Jaxon.”

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

None spoke up, but a crowd began to gather. “You think you can just piss in here like some fucking animal?” Domenico grabbed him by the shirt and hoisted him up, only to slam him into a pillar. The slug turned around, only to be met with Domenico’s fist again. “He is an associate sent from Jax’s crew,” someone finally spoke up. “Seems Jax needs to teach his shits some fucking manners and what a fucking toilet is,” Domenico said before slamming his other fist into the slug’s face.

“You have no right to follow me. This is harassment.” Dominic chuckled, low and amused. He didn’t move. “Harassment? Sweetheart you came for me. Besides, I’m simply trying to act like the dominant you liked so much on your first night here. Remember? You were so eager, so wet, so desperate. Remember how you begged me to fuck you. You whispered ‘please’ like it was a prayer. You came so hard you couldn’t stand afterward. I just want to hear those pretty moans again. One more night. That’s all I’m asking.”

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.