Domo And Danny Mga Nobela at Kwento

Niccolo was also wearing work out clothes too. I sighed. “Good to know you’re both entirely corrupt.” Niccolo ran a hand through his hair. “You made the choice to dance with darkness, Daniela. These are the kind of things you’re going to have to deal with. Unless you’re having second chances.” “Never,” I said, “show me how to fit into the villain club.” He laughed a little. “Alright, sweetheart. That’s exactly what I’ll do.” Dom smirked at the two of us. “Okay, I’m going to let you two do your weird, foreplay dance. I have terrible things to do to terrible people. Have fun.” He winked at me. “Dani, you look excellent in those yoga pants.”

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

“I knew I wanted him. Every crazy, every ounce of that fury. And, lucky me—he wanted me too.” He exhaled heavily, pouring another drink but holding it steady this time. His grip on the glass tightened as he stared down at the glittering shards on the floor below. “He’ll understand. One day, he’ll know that everything I do is for his good. He’ll always know that. Right?” Connor nodded. “Yes, Boss.” “Good.” Domenico’s lips twisted into a thin smile before darkening again. His gaze drifted back to the glass walls. “For now, I don’t care who he ends up with. A boy, a girl… a fucking horse, for all I care—”

In a start my head pops up and my eyes search Elliot's face, but his hand still rests underneath my head, a pool of my drool sticking between his fingers. "Still drool, huh? I wouldn't tell your new lover boy about this," Dominick says as he walks to the other side of Elliot's hospital bed and takes up a second chair. His body fills the compact frame as he settles into the seat. "Shut up." Quickly I use the edge of Elliot's blankets to wipe the drool from his fingers and pat his hand, acting as if the embarrassing incident never happened. Thankfully, Dom found me and not another Rambo. It'll be our little secret.

I'm eating three meals, bathing every night, why the hell didn't I get myself some bot doms when I was younger, and the sex, well it's out of this world. "Who's holding you tonight?" Damien asks, every night one of them hold me in their arms while the other stay close to me, sandwiching me in the middle. Tonight I went with Eva, I cuddled her close and closed my eyes happily drifting to sleep. I woke up early as usual only in Eva's hands, Damien was nowhere to be seen, I think he's off to recharge. I heard some knocking on the door, I jumped out of Eva's arms when I heard the door being opened.

Oh, come on, I would bet you look English. "Shut up" Daniel snapped but El Patrio didn't listen. "My first lover was an Indian. She was the best I have ever had." He continued. "I said shut up" Daniel screamed but he was forced to obey the order himself with the sound of a gunshot. Carol had shot El Patrio in his leg. "He just asked you to keep quiet nicely and you had the effrontery to continue." Carol exclaimed. The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of Daniel's revelation hung in the air. El Patrio chuckled softly. "So, we both have our reasons, don't we?"

DANTE “Let him know my budget for this campaign is $5m,” I said, ending the call with a hard tap on the screen. Before I could set my phone down, the office door burst open and hit the wall. Dominic stormed in, his face dark with anger. Of course. He reached my desk in seconds. “Did you sleep with my wife?” I leaned back in my chair, calm, watching him closely. “Answer me, damn it!” He slammed his hand on the desk. “Did you sleep with her last night?”

he replied gently. I couldn’t understand his behavior. My chest tightened as he walked back to his desk, leaving me in silence. I took the chance to escape, moving past the busy cubicles. When I found Luzon, he was happily eating spaghetti with Domino. I wiped his messy lips with a tissue and smiled faintly. “Uncle Domino! I found him!” Zon exclaimed. Domino looked at me with a grin. “Hi, Cali. Good to see you, honey.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Shut it, Dome. Why can’t I contact your sister?”

“About you. About him.” Dom met his eyes. “You’re right about Leo.” Silence. Then Vincent: “Where to, Chair?” “Dom,” he said. “My name’s Dom. Antonio called me Dom when we were alone.” Vincent nodded. Once. Put the car in drive. I watched from the back. Scar on my palm itched. --- *POV: Dominic Blackwood* *Chapter 17 — _The Driver’s Seat_ cont.* Forty. Penthouse. 9:03pm.

“She’s my mate. You know it. I won’t reject her. I know she's your wife now, but she is my mate.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them open. My cheeks turned red as I was washed with desire and embarrassment. “Dante...” I hissed, but my voice was nothing compared to the size of the tension brewing. Dominic tilted his head, studying his brother, then me. His expression didn’t change, didn’t crack. He was calm. Too calm. “You want to claim my Luna?” Dominic asked at last, his voice mild, almost bored.