Dominic Novels & Stories

Rhett says as he wraps an arm around my waist. I’m still letting it sink in when we arrive at Dominic’s place. Dominic is wearing nothing but loose slacks and smiles before kissing each of us. His kiss is lingering and full of passion. “I don’t usually work with women, not that I don’t appreciate their bodies. I do, very much, but I have preferences for who I dom. I will fuck a woman but not usually enter into a dom/sub relationship or any at all with one. Just like Gabriel is making exceptions, so am I. I love Gabriel and Rhett, not as deeply as they love one another, but you will learn their love is an exceptionally deep one,

It was a literal punch in the stomach. My mother gives Dominic an assuring smile as an attempt to easen the air. “Dont worry Mister,its just a quick security check-up.” Dominic throws me a doubtful look and takes a deep breath as he adjusts his tie. “If you must know,I'm a business man.”He says taking a seat.“I came here to do business.” My eyes narrow and my jaw clenches. That dance he had with Selene wasn't business related. He came to pursue her.He had built a whole hotel in her name for fuck's sake. Who on earth did he think he was fooling.

"Just missed them, sir, sorry." "Not to worry...I know now how to play nice with her when I need to." Dominic opened the door back to the special room. "Doesn't change the fact that she's kinda right though...I'm horny as fuck and it's all her fault!" He laughed as he walked back in and walked up to the nearest girl, grabbed her around the waist and by a handful of hair at the back of her head and yanked her head back making her breasts lift and he licked his tongue over her hard nipple.

I tuned out his words, confused as hell about what delusional shit he was on about now. And where the fuck was Jeremiah? Why hadn’t he found me yet? Should I have let him mark me the other day? So our bond would be stronger? My head was spinning with a million questions. “You don’t know what you did to me,” Dominic whispered, rubbing his nose against mine while still gripping my chin. I wished for a moment that I had magical powers to disappear. “Because of you, I have trauma-induced erectile dysfunction… and no other woman can make my cock hard enough to fuck. Only you. My body only craves you.”

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.

Hungrier. I pushed the door open. Dominic. We called him Dom. He was leaning back in his leather chair behind the wide glass desk. Tie loosened. Top two buttons of his shirt undone. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and strong. The city lights behind him turned the room into a black-and-gold aquarium, reflections sliding across his face every time a car passed far below. He didn’t look up right away. Just kept scrolling on his tablet, and a red pen held like he was marking up my soul instead of my copy.

I said, putting my hands in front of me like I was trying to wage him from coming closer. “Dominic is trying to manipulate you, don’t fall for his tricks, he wants to make me look like the bad person here in this story, but you can’t tell me that you haven’t heard the real story.” “Everyone knows that King Dominic is a demon, a man that doesn’t show mercy.” “Why then is he showing you mercy if he doesn’t have ulterior motives?” My heart kept beating fast as I backed away. “Stay back!” I warned. “I might not be able to warn you again, but don’t fall victim.” Those were his last words before he disappeared into the night.

There was just a reinforced concrete pad built into a cliffside on a speck of rock called Agios Nikolas. Dominic had bought this island years ago through a Panamanian shell company when he was still the "Ice King," back when he thought he needed a place to disappear if a merger went south or a government collapsed. It wasn't a villa. It was a brutalist masterpiece of glass, steel, and local stone, half-buried in the cliff to be invisible from the sea. As the helicopter rotors slowed to a rhythmic slap and the side door opened, the smell of wild thyme and sea salt hit me like a physical blow. It was beautiful, but it was a lonely kind of beautiful. "We’re here,

"Who… who are you?" He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at me for a long moment like he was trying to figure out how to say something important with his dark eyes searched my face, studying me. "My name is Dominic," he said slowly like he was testing the words. "Dominic Ross." Ross? It doesn’t ring a bell…. I shook my head slightly confused. "I don't know any Ross." He smiled a little a sad smile. "Of course you wouldn't but your mother was a Ross, she was my sister”

Oh my God. The realization hit me like a physical shock, stealing the air from my lungs. He was magnificent. Powerful. Completely, overwhelmingly masculine in a way that made my mouth go dry and my hands shake with something that definitely wasn't fear. The evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore, impossible to dismiss as anything other than what it was—proof that every assumption about Vito Romano had been devastatingly wrong. He's so... God, he's so big.