Dominique Dipierro Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sofia raised a questioning eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You are correct," Domenico acknowledged, nodding in agreement. "However, at this moment, I am here on duty, and Leonardo is my superior. I work for him as the CEO of one of his companies and serve as his trusted right hand," he explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Unspoken between them was the understanding that Domenico held a position of power within Leonardo's formidable Mafia organization, making him the proverbial right hand to the boss himself.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

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.

“Say hi to the cameras, Mr. Tomassini.” Dom inches closer to him, seemingly too eager to back down, his jaw set. “Touch her again. I dare ya.” Pierre squints at him, and his smirk is back, working its way into my boyfriend's already unstable thoughts. Dominico looks more than ready to deck my ex and break the guy's nose with all these people around. All these witnesses, I should say. What's even worse? He knows darn well that Pierre's a criminal lawyer. And if Pierre was being forthright, he's actively helping the authorities put Dominico and his family in prison.

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."

Dominique, I had to limit my support for her. Mr. Dominique provided me with training, education, and eventually promoted me as his personal secretary. I was grateful for the opportunities he had given me and worked tirelessly to repay his kindness. My hard work and dedication impressed my colleagues and superiors, and I rose through the ranks of the company. Despite this, I never forgot my responsibilities to fulfill personal requests from Mr. Dominique that were not in line with my regular work duties.

“Yours.” XXX Madonna Saint Elise POV “Why are you in the city if you’re filming in Vancouver?” Joemar asks before devouring the last of his fourth piece of pizza. The man can eat. It’s actually impressive. Even if this is the most divine pizza that has ever touched my tongue, I fell out of competition after two large slices. Joemar is still going, reaching for another. “I had an audition this afternoon.” “For a movie?” It felt like home on that stage today, the feeling still soaring through my veins. “For a play on Broadway.”

I look at Mr King who was only talking to the guards and why we her heading to the diner room. "Are you his sub?" She asked, snapping me out of wondering. I look at her. What should I reply. I came here as his sub. "Yes" I replied. "Are you one too?" I asked before she nods her head. "Yeah, I'm married to one of those Dom" she pointed to Nicholas. "You look knew to this" she states. She gets me and that's what I'm grateful for. "I don't quite know what to do" I smiled. She chuckles.

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.