Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

Alexander had a way of making her feel grounded when everything else felt like chaos. Dominic watched them from a distance, the faintest shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn't understand why his thoughts kept returning to Scarlett — why her defiance sparked a reaction he hadn't felt in years. He was Dominic Kingsley — untouchable, feared, and in control — but for the first time, someone had breached that control.

Seeing them, the man shook his head, then one of them said in a pained voice, "Wh... who... who are you?" Ignoring his question, the man now began to brush off the dust on his clothes and then comfortably sitting beside the man on his heels said, "Next time if even by mistake you ever seen troubling a girl, then I swear to your mother and sister... I will not leave you alive!" Saying this he stood up and went to his car and took his blazer and wearing it and said "And yes... You were asking na? who am I..... Listen with your fucking ears open! Kunal Singhania! Don't you dare to forget this name!"

She waited. "He does not know what he is doing," Dominic said. His voice was quiet and very controlled. "He thinks he is helping himself. He thinks Celeste offered him some financial arrangement in exchange for access to me and he took it because he has always made decisions that served the immediate need regardless of the longer cost." "Yes," she said. "He has not changed at all." He said it without particular emotion, which was the saddest version of the sentence. "I built twenty years of distance from him and walked into that hotel and he is exactly the same man."

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

My security was right behind me, if they tried anything funny, I won't hesitate to appear at my own charity event covered in their filthy blood. I turned and gestured for my new driver Lorenzo to come closer when I heard the clicking of shoes behind me. I stilled, and Lorenzo's mouth stretched into a faint smile. When I turned, Nikolai looked like a fucking angel standing there dressed in the tuxedo I had bought for him. His hair was styled up, just a few of the curled strands brushing against his temple. He made those fucking cufflinks look a thousand times more beautiful than they actually were. A sense of pride washed over me, this beautiful man was my husband, he was Mr. De Luca. He was

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

Childhood lovers who were parted by the cruel circumstances for great stretches of time. Luciano noticed the thick air, he leaned on to Jennifer’s ear and whispered something, but she was too perturbed to even react a single blink over his murmur. But soon we all knew what Luciano had asked her; which was answered by a shiny gloss glistening on Domenico’s mouth—solely belonging to me. He now knew the reason behind Jennifer’s delusion. “Uh, boss…” Domenico tried to make up for the blunder we just pulled, but Luciano upped his hand to shut him down. He couldn’t argue back, only grunting inwardly.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

A gasp slipped past my lips when his palm came down hard on my right ass cheek, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. "Shut the fuck up," he snarled, spanking me again even harder on my other cheek making me whimper loudly, the pain melting into an addictive pleasure. "You don't get to run that mouth when you're the one presenting your cunt to me." I couldn't help but push my ass back toward even more, desperate for more of those hard spanks that sent a delicious heat straight inside me. There was just something about Jameson that sets me on fire in a completely differently. With Nelson, I'd felt like been in control, dominating him. But with Jameson...I like submitting to him, like be