Novel & Cerita Dominik Mysterio Nude

I grabbed my suit and headed for the estate's private pool, thinking a few laps would kill the adrenaline. I pushed open the glass doors and stopped dead. Dominic was in the deep end, his back to me, his powerful shoulders heaving as he gripped the edge. He was naked, his bronzed skin glistening under the underwater lights. And then I heard it—a raw, guttural growl that wasn't human. He was fisting himself, his head thrown back, lost in a climax that sounded like a war cry. I watched, paralyzed, as he spilled into the water, his muscles corded and shaking.

Then a circle of red light bloomed around the center platform. “Step forward.” Dominique removed her coat. Let it fall. Beneath it, she wore nothing. No boots. No gloves. No mask. Her skin prickled with cold and exposure. Her power was naked now. Her hair hung loose down her back, and the collar from Madam still hugged her neck. One of them—an older figure in a crimson mask—stood. “You are not Domica here.” “You are Dominique.” “And you will make us kneel.” She walked barefoot to the center.

The cold air hits me as I step out but I ignore it, it's still dark outside and everyone's asleep aoart from the patrolling guards. I reach the pack hospital, one if the nurse guides me to Dominics room, I slowly open the door and silently walk inside. He is laying shirtless with few bandages patched up here and there, his lower half is covered with a blanket. He actually looks very well, his beta powers are helping him to heal fast. A chair is placed by his bed, I take a seat and look at him carefully. He's just so beautiful, a perfect man, perfect lover. My fingers unintentionally remove a strand lf his hair from his forehead and than decide to settle themselves in his thick hairs.

I stopped. Dominic was on the bed, shirtless, his chest glistening with sweat, his muscles taut and strained. He looked weak, his head lolling to the side, his eyes glassy and unfocused, his breath coming in heavy labored gasps. His hair was wet, plastered to his forehead, and his pants were soaked through like someone had dumped a bucket of water over him. And beside him, in nothing but a thin piece of lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, sat Imelda.

I tried waiting for him but I must have dozed off before he got back. By the time I woke up this morning. He was gone. I thank God for that. I have better ways of spending my Saturday. Tightening the knot of my towel I look at my image one last time then yelped, almost jumping at a few feet off the floor. Standing behind me is Dominiko. As sleek as a panther. How did he get in here? What's he doing here? He is either part ghost or a freaking ninja, I didn't hear him come in. How long has he been standing there?

My hands were already moving to the hem of my tank top. He nodded approvingly. “That’s my little athlete. Now hurry up. I want to see every inch of that tight nineteen-year-old body glistening before I pin you open.” I walked over and locked the gym door with trembling fingers, pulse pounding in my ears. This was crossing every line. But as I turned back and saw Dom grabbing a bottle of oil, his muscles flexing, that massive bulge obvious in his sweatpants, I knew I couldn’t stop now. I pulled my tank top over my head, small tits bouncing free, nipples stiff. Then I hooked my thumbs into my soaked shorts and pushed them down, stepping out completely naked.

And standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his phone in his hand is Dominic. His eyes are dark, hungry, and locked directly on my naked, trembling body. “Oh my god,” I whisper, scrambling to cover myself with a sheet. He smirks. That same wicked smirk I see in my DMs. “Hey, DarlingRiley.You’re even more perfect in person.” The world tilts. DomTheBoss69. Dominic. How the fuck did I not see that coming? He is in nothing but his grey sweatpants, which are tented dramatically by his erection.

Romano and I’m catching my husband cheating on me. What I see is a fully naked tan woman’s back and butt on top of Dominic, riding him like she’s completely possessed or doing her best to stay on one of those mechanical bulls they have at bars. She turns around and looks at me like she’s just been completely busted, eyes wide, mouth agape. Dominic, on the other hand, looks out at me from around her, just as naked, and just has a dumbstruck look on his face like he’s forgotten how to speak.

That was a topic that really got Dominic clenching his jaw and I couldn't help but smirk at the jealousy he was very obviously trying to hide but no doubt failing. Little did he know that he had ruined every single man for me. I was convinced nobody would exceed the standard that Dominic had set but would I admit that to his face? Probably yes. Unapologetically so too. "Wait, what does this guy look like?" I asked sitting down on the couch and facing my body towards him. I didn't know what I was expecting but when Dominic opened the laptop and showed me a mug shot, my eyes widened.

It was the sound of an Alpha King pushed beyond the threshold of sanity. Dominic exploded from the water. He looked like a nightmare woven from shadow and rage. His clothes were shredded, his hair plastered to his skull, and his skin was covered in a layer of dark, iridescent slime that seemed to be actively pulsating with the virus. He didn't land; he hit the bank like a meteor, his momentum carrying him directly into the path of the nearest bionic wolf.