Novel & Cerita Dominic Sinclair

‎ ‎The handle was cold when I turned it. ‎ ‎Inside, the world changed. ‎ ‎Low lighting. Crimson walls. Velvet curtains. Leather straps on the walls. Cuffs hanging from hooks. A bed I couldn’t call a bed, it was a display of dominance. Padded benches. Chains. And at the center of it all, Damien. ‎ ‎He stood by a tall black chair, dressed now in a tailored black suit. A glass of whiskey in his hand. ‎ ‎His eyes didn’t move from me. ‎

He traced the missing women's last known locations to a night club near Chicago's industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he'd have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole's ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night.

He was young, maybe my age or a few years younger, with unkempt dark hair, crooked teeth, and dark eyes. I had to force down the shiver from the sickening look he was giving me. It was one I’d had aimed at me before, but back then I was on stage and holding all the control. I had no control and no recourse anymore. Before he finished Domenico emerged, grabbed the slug by the neck, and threw him to the ground. “Don’t try and mark what isn’t fucking yours,” Domenico growled. “She ain’t yours either,” the slug spat as he jumped back up to his feet, glaring at Domenico.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Soft warm lights illuminated the enormous room beautifully while the sound of ocean waves crashing outside created a peaceful atmosphere. Everything smelled expensive. Fresh wood. Wine. Masculine cologne. Sebastian. I swallowed hard again. Why did he have to look like that? I had seen attractive men before. Stephen was attractive. But Sebastian Blackwood was different. There was something dangerous about him. The way he carried himself. The confidence. The power in his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who could destroy someone completely without even trying. And somehow… That made him even more attractive. “You’re staring.”

Dominic stood and said to Lydia, "Send me the fee details on WhatsApp later. I'm leaving now." "Mm-hmm, I will." Lydia smiled, barely containing her excitement. These were the Sinclairs, after all. A victory like this would elevate her standing once word spread. She had already decided to hire 500 fake accounts to stir public attention. Dominic nodded and walked toward the courthouse exit. A figure appeared ahead and forced him to stop. James stared at him. His voice sounded calm, but anger simmered beneath it. "Dominic, I underestimated you." "Do you need something, Mr. Sinclair?" Dominic asked.

Hoping he didn't hear that an unknown shifter was roaming about. “How did your date go?” Oh right, Dominic almost forgot that he set him up with Jessica Brat, his god-daughter, and daughter of Alpha Raymond, But Dominic truly forgot, plus he wanted no other but Celeste. He didn't reply. “I take it things didn't go so well.” “Honestly, I forgot,” Dominic said truthfully. “Maybe next time, boy.” “Yeah perhaps. I'll get to work now. Maybe you should go home and get some rest.”

But that moment, that exact fucking second she laid eyes on me with blood still warm on my hands… that’s when I knew. “Knew what?” Enzo scoffed. “That you lost your goddamn mind?” “Knew that she’d never be the same,” Dominic said, voice almost reverent. “Knew that I’d already left a stain on her soul.” He took a step forward. “She was made to belong to something unholy. And I was made to give it to her.” “Jesus Christ,” Nico whispered under his breath. Dominic’s head turned to him slowly. “You think I care if you don’t understand?” he said. “You think I need your approval to keep what’s mine?”

My fingers tightened around the glass. “Love,” I said carefully, “isn’t something I’m in a hurry to define anymore.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I have.” He nodded slowly, like he respected that. “The truth is,” he said, “Dominic is more like me than he’ll ever admit. Cold. Strategic. But not soulless. He’s not the devil the world paints him to be.” “I know that.” “But he’s not the angel either.” My eyes lowered. “I don’t need him to be.”

"I swear if you don't leave me alone I will butcher Ian Stanley's character in the movie!" She knew how much Dominic adored the male lead in her book. Of course, she loved him too. Especially now since he was being played by Keith Foreman and she would do absolutely nothing to make the man less swoonworthy but Dominic did not need to know that. It was one of Nicola's guilty pleasures to scare her sister and Blair with ideas to ruin their favorite book and she was simply going to apply that to Dominic as well. Dominic stared at her with bulging eyes. "You wouldn't!"