Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

The intensity of his desire grew, a dark, thrilling urge he couldn’t shake and his hands skimmed lower, reaching for his cock that throbbed within the fabrics confinement. As his imagination grew wild, he jerked himself off, his breathing coming off as rugged and quick. She wore a mask of innocence and he couldn’t wait to rip it off and taint her soul till the memory of every man that had ever touched her was forgotten. He fought to dominate her. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he did. She was his to break and his to heal. ********** CLARISSA The second I got out of the room, I dialed the first number that came to mind, my hands trembling with anger. The club was noisy on the

my voice started to shake, "you think I would ruin her life out of jealousy? In your eyes, I'm just a vicious, ruthless monster who will stop at nothing to get what she wants?" "Aren't you?!" Dante had lost all reason. "Every one of you Rossis is cold-blooded. You were raised to be the perfect Mafia princess—elegant on the outside, poison on the inside!" "Dante Moretti!" I was shaking with fury now. "Get the hell out of my house!" "I'm not leaving!" He suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Tell me you did it! Admit it!" "Let go of me!" "Admit it!" His grip tightened. "You destroyed Clara, didn't you?!"

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

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 every board member knows about your little security guard and how you're violating company fraternization policies."

He expects me to run away and let him live when he ruined me, when he took away my family. "Three minutes left Lana. Make your decision I don't have all day. I have a meeting at the casino in five minutes." He grins. He's going to just go about his day after this as if he didn't torture innocent people. There are many evil men in the mafia but Alexander Morelli is the worst of them all. My eyes dart to Hunter. Shame and guilt swarms my body. He doesn't deserve this. I'm a terrible person. "Aha there she is. That cruel monster. That dark side of you. Why do you try so hard to hide it Lana? It's clear you've made your choice. I'll be waiting for you."

asked Ashley, approaching her son to take his hand, but Dominic simply shook his hand. “The woman you refer to as a rebel is my wife, mom, the youngest granddaughter of the Knights,” said Dominic as he wrapped a towel around his hand. Ashley was surprised by what she heard from her son. “Please excuse me,” he was about to leave the kitchen when he remembered something. “Don’t listen to Sophia. She’s the one you don’t know,” he said as he walked up to his room. He slammed his bedroom door shut and went straight to the bathroom, grabbing a towel. He examined himself in the mirror and gripped the sink tightly. “You don’t know Scarlett to talk like that,” he whispered as he walked over to the si

“Now, let me out.” “I will if you ask nicely.” “Look, why are you even doing this?” “This is payback for humiliating me before my father and ruining my game as well.” “What? I never humiliated you.” “You ordered me around before him.” “You walked out on him. That was rude and you know it.” “Yes, but…but…this is also for your highhanded ways with me.” “I am not highhanded.” “You almost spanked me.” Dominic threw his hands up. Okay, yeah, this was her revenge? No problem. It was almost funny but he was hungry. He didn’t have time for this.

He was caught between the anger and bitterness that had defined his life for years, and the dawning realization that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t about old grudges anymore. I knew he was still wrestling with the choice. And I also knew he needed a push. I took a deep breath, letting the silence settle between us before I spoke, my voice firm but not unkind. "You’re not just fighting for Damien, Dominic. You’re fighting for yourself, too. Elijah sees the whole Sinclair family as his enemy. He’s not going to spare you just because you don’t like Damien. You’re no safer than any of us." I let that sink in, watching as Dominic’s face flickered with doubt. His pride had always been his armor, b

I wasn’t sure I would escape with my life. Footsteps broke the silence, slow and deliberate. Then he emerged into the light. Dominic. Clad in a black suit, his expression was inscrutable, embodying the ruthless billionaire who ruled the city. But his eyes? They glowed with a dark, menacing intensity. “You should have known better, Sinclair,” he said, his voice low and almost indifferent. “Did you really think I wouldn’t discover your little alliance with Liam?” My heart raced. He was aware. I swallowed hard, striving to keep my voice steady. “You kidnapped me.”

I groan, speeding up my steps and attempting to move ahead of my ridiculous mate. “I’m serious!” Sinclair pushes, laughing, easily catching up to me with his long legs. “Didn’t you see him in that vision, all grown up? He is a handsome guy – it’s got to be his power.” “Stop flattering yourself, Dominic,” I mutter, stepping into our elevator and jabbing the up button with my thumb. “He looked just like you.” “Precisely my point!” Sinclair says, wrapping my arm around my waist and tugging me close against his side as the elevator begins to raise, “he’s going to bring nations to their knees with just his smoldering gaze –“