Novel & Cerita Dominic Toretto

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

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.

After all, he had been putting in long hours at the company, and they were almost going public. “Is what true?” She asked, her doe eyes shining her bow lips jutting forward in a semi-pout and looking far ahead to the bridge. “Don't fucking play games with me Eva, is this real?” This time he grabbed her wrist, brandishing the ring between them. She winced from his tight grasp, and he let go of his hold, never wanting to hurt her. This time around, he followed her gaze and noticed the car parked not too far from where he stood. He saw the man standing in front of it in his trench coat. He knew who that was. It was his arch-rival; Dominic Torreti.

Matteo stayed a few steps behind, quiet, observing. “Who’s the kid?” Ortega asked. Dominic didn’t even look back. “Someone I want to keep close.” Ortega smirked. “Trust issues?” “Always.” Matteo’s fingers curled slightly at his sides. Was Dominic warning him? Or protecting him? He didn’t know anymore. --- While Dominic and Ortega walked off to inspect some shipments, Matteo leaned on the side of a container and lit a cigarette. He didn’t smoke often—but today, his nerves were crawling.

The air smelled faintly of leather and the citrusy fragrance from the humidifier. I sank into the chair before the monitors, placing my cup coffee beside me. It was about time for the cyber security forum I moderated. My phone ringing interrupted me. It was a number that had not called me in a while. "Marcus." I said in greeting. "Hey man, what's up? Look, I think I owe you one, that's why I'm telling you this. I'm on a move and it's about you." "Who?" "Dominic Torres. You know the guy? He called me this morning, asking about a man named Diego connected to a salsa studio around his estate."

Mr Dominic replied smoothly, his earlier discomfort already tucked away behind a calm expression as cameras continued flashing around them. Rosina stood rooted to the spot, watching as her own parents stepped forward as though they had just encountered royalty. Of course, Mr Dominic Moretti was a powerful figure in business, but she didn’t like the way they seemed to lower themselves. Not when she knew he was Bianca’s father. To her, Bianca could never be above her… as long as she was still alive. She took a slow step forward, her attention fixed as she heard her father call out to him, extending his hand.

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."

I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be. Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen. I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, effortless authority. His display name was DomDaddy. I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, and forced my fingers to type out a response.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

“Dominic Harding is the guy obsessed with my mother?” “Yes, but that’s not all. Imani said that Dominic took over his father’s business, and that he even opened a club…a club in the Suncrest Pack. A couple months before his club opened, he changed his last name from Harding to Santino. Imani believes he struck some sort of deal with Cortana, because taking a prominent last name like that is nothing to fuck with. If Dominic was willing to take the Santino name and all the shit that’s attached to it, he did so for a reason.”