Dominic Toretto Novels & Stories

I scroll. Dom comes in halfway through my second cup of coffee and stops behind my chair. She doesn’t say anything, just watches me scroll. Saint on the counter watches her watching me. I find the file on the fourth scroll. Halfway down the M's. Marek Bartoš. Bratislava. Active retainer. Dom exhales. Just once. Relief and fury all rolled into one. "That him?" "That's him. Find me his contact details please. We’re going to pay him a little visit."

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

"I am Dr. Moretti, the night shift—" "Dr. Moretti is fifty-five, has a limp, and is currently in the cafeteria eating a cannoli," Dominic said, his voice dropping to a level that made the hair on my arms stand up. "You, on the other hand, are wearing a lab coat that still has the fold lines from the packaging, and you’re holding that clipboard like you’ve never seen a medical chart in your life." The man froze. He tried to laugh it off, to stutter an excuse, but Dominic’s hand tightened on his chest, physically pinning him against the doorframe.

His entire being radiated a palpable sense of cold fury. It was then that a link to a news article was shared with the group chat. "Dominic Romano Allegedly Suffers From Impotence; Prospects for Inheriting the Famiglia Legacy Terminated." The article featured photos of Dominic and me visiting a urology department, along with several sets of examination data. "Is that why Isabella is cheating on Dominic?" Dominic immediately initiated a family video call. Mom, Dad, and various senior members of the famiglia appeared on the screen.

“Or like he wants to fuck her in front of everyone and make her beg for his last name.” Dominic took a sip of his scotch. Then stood. The robe shifted, sliding open a little more, revealing the deep V of his stomach and the trail of hair that led down to his cock.. Matteo didn’t blink. Romano chuckled. “Jesus, boss. You gonna go jerk off to her photo or what?” “I don’t jerk off,” Dominic muttered, walking to the window. “I take what I want.” “Fuck,” Matteo groaned. “Can we raid the auction now? Or do we gotta wait ‘til he buys her and rapes her in front of everyone?”

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

he asked. I shook my head and looked around the hall. With a low groan, Bella said, “Well, she’s probably back in her room. She saw him.” She pointed at the tall man standing in the corner of the room beside Danilo Romano, his features sharp and attire well-polished. “Terenzio De Vitto,” I whispered. The man Dom had chosen for Ros. The underboss of Washington. His height was taller than Danilo, and his spine was straighter with pride. Ros knew he would come, and she had promised to prepare herself for it. It certainly hadn’t included her hiding in her room.

“S-see you later, Professor. Renata.” “See you,” Dominic replied, smiling. The door clicked shut. Silence rushed back in. Dominic’s smile softened, eyes locked on Renata. “You were perfect,” he said quietly. “But Selly’s suspicious now.” Renata buried her face in her hands. Tears slipped between her fingers. God… I’m finished. Her phone buzzed in her bag—one message from Selly sent a chill down her spine. Dominic sank deeper into his chair. “Tomorrow,” he said flatly, “wear the red skirt. And remember—no panties.”

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.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.