Dominic Moretti Novels & Stories

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

My mouth parted for a breathless gasp as his touch grew bolder, dragging me towards a climax I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide. And that’s when I fucking realized— Dominic Moretti was going to make me cum in front of an entire mafia family. ---

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."

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.

For the rest of the reception,I sat at the head table under looks of pity,curiosity,and careful silence.Not one Moretti elder spoke.We did not fight in front of outsiders.But I knew that by morning,Adrian Vale would be crossed off several important lists. Not because he lacked money,but because he had made a Moretti daughter look like a joke.

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

"I'll ride with you to the tarmac right now. I'll meet your Swiss clients with you. You talk inside. I'll stand guard at the door like your muscle, okay? When you finish, we go back to the safehouse. We fix this Russian debt together tonight..." The armed Swiss guards watched him with cold eyes. The manager of the Metropolitan looked away in disgust. This was the new king of New York. Facing a sixty-million-dollar death warrant, he was acting like a pathetic dog. I stopped walking. My guards flanked me as I stared at him. "Are you deaf, Dominic? On paper and in the streets, we are done. You and I have nothing left." "How can we have nothing left?! Those papers were just for the elders!" Swea

"To anyone who can provide the exact whereabouts of my wife, Alessia, I am offering a reward of ten million dollars. This is not a joke. This is a husband's promise." The video caused an unprecedented stir in the underworld. The Moretti family's power was well-known, and a ten-million-dollar reward was enough to tempt anyone. From the casinos of Las Vegas to the red-light districts of Tokyo, from the bars of Moscow to the alleys of Naples, everyone was talking. "The cold-blooded Don Moretti is crying over a woman?" "Ten million dollars… that's enough to retire on." "They say the woman left the US. Could be in Europe, maybe Asia…"

While we are at it, I can't help the curiosity I feel, and I believe Katie is the best person to ask this from. “Uhm, Katie, I have a question.” “Alright, Luna. Go ahead.” “Uhm there's this Alpha next to Alpha Stark. He's called Tristan. Do you know anything about him?” “Alpha Tristan?” Katie asked with a raised brow. My heart skipped as if she suspected me. “Yes,” I replied boldly.