Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

“I am grateful, Sir.” “The pleasure is all mine.” “Sir, please I need you to understand that this will not be my motivation depending on whatever my response turns out to be.” Dominic clarified. Duke chuckled. “I was not expecting it to be. Don’t worry, it is not a bribe. Your service was smooth and enjoyable.” “Thank you.” “Shall we?” Duke rose to his feet and Dominic did the same. Both men almost matched heights at around six feet but Dominic was slightly taller at six foot one.

"We've agreed that what I told you was worthy so either with my help or not, you are meant to pay me." "I can decide not to pay you," Dominic grinned. "And there's nothing you can do about it. Absolutely nothing." Diego knew exactly what kind of man Dominic was and he was prepared on what to do... Or rather say since he knew the situation would end up like this. "I guess that is why people will always prefer Juan Moreno. The man keeps to his word, unlike you who is nothing but a—"

"I thought I knew all your beautiful friends, but it seems that you've kept this one well hidden." I tensed. There was something predatory in his voice, something that twisted my stomach. The smile he gave me was nothing but curled-up lips while his eyes kept their icy blue intact. "Charlie certainly will not become one of your friends, Dominique," Aiden declared coldly. "Charlie?" Dominique's eyes stayed on me. "Since this grumpy guy doesn't want to introduce me, I will do it myself." He stretched his hand toward me. "I'm Dominique Martel, the heir of Martel Investments, owner of three dozen properties all located in the state of New York."

She started stroking slowly, trying to stay clinical, but her mind was racing. Dante watched her face. “You can ask me. I’ll tell you the truth.” Her pussy flooded with heat. Fear and something much darker mixed together between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and kept stroking him. “You’re not just a patient,” she said quietly. “You’re… more than that.” Dante’s cock thickened slightly in her hand. “What am I, Doctor Voss?” Elara’s voice dropped to a whisper. “They call you Don Moretti. The youngest mafia don in the city. You control half the underground businesses. People disappear when they cross you.”

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

“Layla! I wonder sometimes why exactly I was beginning to like that tyrant of an Alpha Damien . He never does anything besides beat me and whip me. He only shows me concern when he feels like it and then he's back to his normal vicious self soon after." Ariel complained as she bared out all her grievances about Damien. She knew that she had to lie about the status of her relationship with Damien to get more information. Layla thought she was the only one who could play a person like a fiddle? Well watch how I'm gonna beat her at her own game.

Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity. My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel. My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.

Had word of the Hamilton meeting leaked prematurely? But Margot had already tuned to a trashy celebrity gossip channel. My heart seized in my chest to see Tristan's image on the massive screen. He looked exactly as I remembered - perpetually tousled hair, baggy flannel shirt, thick eyeglasses magnifying his gentle eyes. The botoxed anchor's voice was incredulous. "In a shocking development, cosmetics mogul Vivian Hayes' ex-husband Tristan Levine was revealed to be completely homeless and penniless after their divorce just last week."