Dominic Novels & Stories

“She’s my mate. You know it. I won’t reject her. I know she's your wife now, but she is my mate.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them open. My cheeks turned red as I was washed with desire and embarrassment. “Dante...” I hissed, but my voice was nothing compared to the size of the tension brewing. Dominic tilted his head, studying his brother, then me. His expression didn’t change, didn’t crack. He was calm. Too calm. “You want to claim my Luna?” Dominic asked at last, his voice mild, almost bored.

“Dominic won’t know what hit him.” Aurora's POV Dominic was restless that evening, pacing the length of our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching him with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly, knowing he wouldn’t want to burden me with his troubles. He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Patrick,” he admitted after a moment. “He’s working with someone dangerous, someone who has the resources to cause real damage.” My heart sank. “Who?” “Carlos Santana,” Dominic said, his voice tight with frustration. “He’s an underground power broker, known for toppling empires and leaving chaos in

Dominic was standing there and the second his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. "Angel. You look beautiful." Dominic said in awe before stepping in and grabbing me by the waist. I smiled and pulled him down for a peck without thinking. I froze when I realised that kissing Dominic non-sexually and platonically was crossing the invisible line. Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all.

My name is Bella. I am nineteen years old, and I am supposed to be studying for my big summer exams. But it is hard to focus on books when the man sitting across from me looks like he belongs on a movie screen. His name is Dominic. He is thirty-two, and he is my father’s youngest business partner. My father thinks Dominic is the smartest man in the city, so he hired him to be my private tutor. Dominic is very tall, very serious, and very strict. He always wears expensive black suits that fit his muscular body perfectly. He has dark hair that is always combed back, and his eyes are like ice—they lo

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

The forest belongs to me, and I am already behind him. Her mind reeled, a chaotic friction of hope and terror tearing through her thoughts. Dominic was a beast, an unstoppable force of nature, but his injuries were severe. He had taken the brunt of an explosion after being grazed by a shotgun blast. Was the message a pre-programmed automated protocol designed to psychologically terrorize anyone who took his asset, or was the titan truly clawing his way out of the dirt to reclaim his property?

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

He has no idea the trap is already sprung. Dominic is already on his way down the corridor, following Aurel discreetly to see how much the compound works. He’s a dominant Alpha, heavy-handed and completely ruthless. If Aurel breaks down in that locker room, Dominic will be the first one through the door to witness the mess. He can even have a little fun with him since he loves a tight grip. If Laurentis turns out to be a fraud, he won't have the strength to fight back against a real Alpha's weight anyway.

"I am holding onto my dignity, Dominic. Something you clearly wouldn't recognize if it hit you in the face." Dominic stiffened, his own anger rising to meet hers. He rose slowly, his large frame towering over her, casting a long, dark shadow across the table. He stepped around the furniture until he was standing directly in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "And what dignity is that?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous snarl. "The only dignity I know in a woman is about virginity."

He watched me through the mirror as he did it. The contact stole my breath. His fingers paused, exploring with deliberate slowness, as if measuring how ready I was. My body yielded immediately. "You'll always belong to me, Crystal," he murmured. "No Claudio could ever give you this." I was about to respond. He didn't let me. One finger slid slowly inside me. My back arched against him. "Open your eyes." I hadn't realized I'd closed them. "Look at me." I did. In the mirror, he looked focused, dominant, completely certain of the control he had over me.