Dominic Novels & Stories

Pure. There was a soft knock on the door. It was Dominic. Tradition be damned, he’d said. He wanted to see me before. He stepped inside and simply stopped, his breath catching. His eyes darkened, roaming over me from head to toe with a look of such raw hunger and adoration that my skin heated. “You,” he said, his voice thick. “You are a vision.” He crossed the room in two strides, not touching me, just drinking me in. “My Luna.”

“Before you blew up. I cross-referenced the timestamp. Same night you first used the alias Domica on your side Reddit account.” Dominique went still. “He’s been watching since the beginning.” “Or longer,” Damien said. “He may have created the beginning.” She stepped back, stomach twisting. “What if… what if he’s not obsessed with Domica? What if he’s obsessed with Dominique?” Damien nodded grimly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” They stood in silence, the weight of it pressing into their bones. Then, in a sudden burst of frustration, Dominique threw a small shard of glass across the greenhouse, where it shattered against a wall of ivy.

he said, once I’d made myself comfortable, my arm over his shoulder for balance. I peered at him, wondering what that had to do with kissing another woman. “Who?” “Dominic is the shadow behind the world’s most untraceable crimes, an architect of the dark web and master of digital disappearance,” Viktor growled, then he turned his gaze to mine. “You will stay away from him.” A defiant tingle crawled under my skin. He was jealous, and rightly so. Dominic was easy on the eyes, charming except for the way he always attacked me with a pole, but wasn’t that evidence of his attraction to me?

“Does that mean you’ll start treating me better, Lykan? I’m a sacred bloodline now.” “Sacred headache, maybe,” Lykan muttered, though there was a rare smile tugging at his mouth. “I’d like a new title,” Dominic went on, lifting his chin. “Dominic of the Devoted Blade. Ooh, or maybe something cooler like—” “Dominic of the Dramatic Desperation,” I supplied helpfully. “I like mine better,” he huffed. “I like mine,” Sylvester cut in from beside him, reins in one hand, utterly unimpressed. “Dominic of the Nonstop Noise.”

I opened my eyes slowly and saw that he had shot one of the men. “What do you want?” I heard Adrian say on the phone. “Dominic, let her go.” Dominic laughed. “Oh, now you care?” “Who are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” “I want your soul if I could have it.” It was clear that Dominic wasn't mentally stable. He was crazy. “Let her go. What do you want from me?” Adrian asked. “Wow.” Dominic sighed. “This is a huge upgrade from the last time. Tell me, Adrian. Are you in love with her? Did you fuck her again? I hope not because I wouldn’t want to have what yo

“Alright. Just make sure you stay focused, Tiffany. We need you sharp.” I cleared my throat, forcing myself back into the moment. “So what is his deal?” “Dominic runs anything that has alcohol and women in it,” Mercer said. “Bars, clubs, casinos, private lounges. If it's loud, expensive, and full of attention, it's his.” He paused for a second, like he was deciding how to frame the rest. “Dominic is not like Scars. Scars builds systems. He controls everything. Dominic just lives inside the chaos he creates. He is smart in a street way, but he leads with impulse more than strategy.”

“Whoa… easy girl.” I hide a smile. “Just didn't want to stress you.” The lie sounds stupid, even to myself. He rolls his eyes and lifts both hands in surrender. I can sniff the mild disbelief, but he brushes it off as quickly. I guess he’s trying to make it up for last night. “This early?” Dominic’s voice disrupts our moment. I turn to see him in the most sexy outfit ever! Dominic Mercer is fire! A literal god in mankind. He’s bare-chested, with an overall tropical print jacket over his firm muscles. My eyes follow the fine downy hair on his chest, that run along a straight line, and disappears in his pants...

" How dare you fucking meet Alessio in the darkness alone?" Dominic growled at me furiously, his voice sending me goosebumps. I opened my mouth to speak, confusion puzzling across my mind, " What did I do wrong? I was just being respectful to save myself." Dominic rolled his eyes and grabbed onto me, his nostrils flaring in rage, " They don't think you like that, little trouble. Any wolf who isn't mated would be interested in your pussy. So you better behave and stop moving your ass around like a whore."

My name was printed neatly next to his at the bottom of every page. "You are insane," I said, dropping the folder back onto the sheets. "You blackmailed me into a hotel room just to hand me a joke? We are rivals, Dominic. We play for different teams. Our franchises hate each other." Dominic turned around. He leaned his hip against the wide glass window, the lights of the city framing his massive shoulders. His dark eyes were cold, devoid of the heat that had filled them when his teeth were pressed against my neck. "It is not a joke," Dominic said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "My father arr

He let out a short, gravelly breath, his gaze tracking the wild, frantic rhythm of my pulse point. “I have no interest in forcing myself onto a woman who is incapable of getting wet from my touch,” Dominic growled, rolling off his knees and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, his massive frame towering in the dark as he adjusted his torn doublet, completely turning his back on me. “It bores my wolf, and it entirely frustrates me. If you think I am going to give you a predictable assault to match the horror stories your fathers tell you, you are mistaken.”