Dominic Sherwood Eyes Novels & Stories

He looked deeply exhausted, his jaw shadowed by three days of coarse stubble, and his blue eyes were heavily bloodshot. It seemd that he hadn't closed his eyes since I left Sicily. The violent authority that usually made men bow seemed entirely stripped from his towering frame. "Aria," Dominic rasped. His voice cracked violently with an intense, raw emotion I had never heard from him before. He stepped closer, the scent of the winter cold and tobacco radiating from his coat. I slowly raised my head, meeting his chaotic, desperate eyes. I didn't flinch in terror, I didn't shed a tear of hurt, and I didn't feel an explosion of anger. I felt nothing.

My chest hurt I missed her too. The bedroom door opened Dominic stood there. Sweat slick on his shoulders. His chest was still heaving from his workout. A towel hung low on his hips. He was forty years old and looked better than any man half his age. His muscles were cut sharply. His skin glowed. His hair was dark and wet. But his eyes… His eyes went straight to my neck. To the marks he'd left. His jaw tightened. "You're awake, quite chatty there weren’t you?” He asked t

She hesitated, staring at the door, then reached for the knob with a shaking hand and opened it. Dominic stood there, stripped of the power suit, of the empire he once commanded. Just a coat, a knit sweater, dark jeans—simpler than she’d ever seen him. But his eyes… his eyes were the same. Stormy. Focused. Devastating. “You have a lot of nerve,” she said. “I know.” Lana crossed her arms. “Then why are you here?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze traveled from her tired eyes to the open neckline of her robe and down to her bare legs. But it wasn’t lust she saw in his face.

Those sharp green eyes were so much like her late father’s it was almost unnerving intelligent, guarded, always calculating. On the right was Dominic’s son, Josh, nineteen, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact with his stepsister. He had inherited his blond hair and bright blue eyes from his own mother, Dominic’s ex-wife, and his jaw tightened every time Evelyn shifted in her seat, like just being in her space was an irritation.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

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.

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."

Dominic answers as he starts walking down the steps, pulling the IV pole with him. “She's not yours,” Ryker growls. Dominic's bright, glowing eyes cut right past Ryker, locking straight onto mine. The intensity in his stare makes my breath catch in my throat. My skin feels like it’s breaking out in tiny needles. “Cute,” he smiles. I swallow hard.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Like I was underwater. But his eyes weren’t muffled. Nope. Dominic was leaning on the back wall of the hall, arms crossed, and his eyes— those grey eyes that don’t even look like they belong to a human — were on me. Watching me. That stupid little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Like he already knew I was going to win before I even did. Like it wasn’t even a question. I hate how much my chest fluttered seeing him there. And then. Then the worst thing happened.