Dominic Novels & Stories

“Then say it.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if measuring how much truth I could handle. “Giovanni isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to destroy. You, Damon, the pack, everyone who carries your mother’s name in their blood or their heart. He’ll burn the world to see you suffer. And he's going to do it in cold blood. He's not going to care.”

Dominic’s office was quite big, hence, he had the luxury of pacing around. “You are one hell of an obnoxious woman, do you realize that?” He asked with anger. “Why would you even suggest something harmful in the first place?” He asked, his voice was now fierce and a bit frightening. “Morinda,” Dominic called; his voice was calm, and his head had been lowered with his palms clasped together, “you are joking, right?” He asked slowly, his words had distinct spaces between them, so I assumed he was trying to cage in his anger.

Shock and fear wrestled across his face. Dominic took one slow step closer, his shadow stretching long. “And one more thing. Evelyn—” His voice dropped, every syllable vibrating with Alpha weight. “—is my Luna. My wife. My mate. I don’t allow anyone to insult her. I don’t allow anyone to lay a hand on her. So remember this, because I won’t repeat it.” He didn’t wait for a reply. With a dismissive glance, he turned and slid back into the car.

I grabbed my phone and called Dominic, and he answered on the second ring. "Adrian, how's our pregnant friend?" Dominic asked, sounding amused. "She's not pregnant and you know it," I said. "What the hell is your game?" "No game," Dominic said. "Just creating the right circumstances for you to see reason." "See reason about what?" I demanded. "About us," Dominic said simply. "About giving me what I want." "Which is?" "You," Dominic said. "Back in my bed, under my control, the way you used to be. And if you don't agree, I'll make sure

Marek turned and walked back toward the garage, fading into the shadows of the eaves. Dominic didn't move. He stayed there, staring at me, his hand coming up to cover mine on his chest. He squeezed my fingers, his grip almost bruising. "You're getting too good at that," he murmured. "At what?" "Mediating. Acting like a Luna." "I'm just trying to keep us alive, Dominic." He let go of my hand and walked away toward the clubhouse, his stride fast and frustrated. He was an Alpha who liked control, and right now, he had none.

Dominic says lightly, setting the bags down at the door before winking at me. Then he turns and walks away. Connor exhales, sagging his shoulders. “This is your room, Signora.” He carries the bags inside. I follow, and my breath snags again. The room is fit for royalty. Silk sheets, gilded mirrors, a bed big enough to drown in. “Who exactly is Dominic?” I ask, still eyeing the door he disappeared through. “Enzo’s best man,” Connor replies. “Runs a lot of properties and real estate. He’s also the heir to a mafia empire.”

I frowned. Did "great" simply mean he had enjoyed himself... Or did it mean he'd spent the weekend having amazing sex with another beautiful woman? Stop it. “Sorry about that,” Dominic said as he walked into the office. He smiled warmly and shook my hand. “I’m Dominic.” He looked slightly younger than Sebastian. His hair was a lighter shade of brown with natural curls. His eyes were large and brown. He looked very different from Sebastian, but he carried the same quiet confidence and authority.

In the oversized linen shirt Tess had scrounged, he looked like a statue carved from obsidian and starlight. "Wow," Tess breathed, her eyes widening as she shamelessly scanned the hard lines of his chest beneath the fabric. She marched right up to him, a mischievous, defiant glint in her eyes. "You are quite the specimen, aren't you? What’s your name? And more importantly... can you be my man already?" Dominic let out a rare, low chuckle a sound so rich it felt like a physical touch. "My name is Dominic. And I think I’m a bit too much trouble for you, little one."

His eyes were wild silver, and flashed with a terrible combination of lust, rage and undeniable obsession. "Let me go!" I screamed, kicking in his trampling feet. "I don't care about the money! Take it all! Just let me leave!" Dominic bent, his face a few inches near mine, his hot breath brushing my freezing flesh. The snow had whitened his black hair, and he appeared a dark beautiful and winter demon. You believe it is about the money? he growled, and the voice was a dark vibrating purr that brought a wave of forbidden heat to my very heart, in spite of the freezing cold.

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.”