Dr John Dorian Novels & Stories

Alongside my book. "Really?" Dameon said. "Your balls aren't impressive enough to make her want you? You really have to force the puny thing between your legs in her? Little wonder she always looks horrible each morning. Sir Adrienne... No. Lord Adrienne. O High and Mighty Lord of Puny Balls." Dameon snickered and I heard laughter from different angles in the dungeon. From the moonlight that reflected inside the dungeon through the small windows, I saw Adrienne take a turn to Dameon's cell and unlock it.

"I’m right behind you, my love. Whatever you need to claim Elijah’s rights and secure his place, I’ll be by your side." Just as a shared look of relief passed between us, there was a soft knock at the door. It opened, and Dorian limped in, a walking stick tucked under his arm. His face was looking a bit healthier after the dark magic poison that had nearly claimed his life a week ago. The vital energy of a powerful sorcerer was slowly returning to him. "Dorian," I gasped, surprised and relieved to see him up on his feet. "Lulu, Caspian," Dorian said, his voice raspy but steady. "Sorry to interrupt. Lulu... could I have a quick word with you? In private?"

“On the desk. Back to the glass. Knees open.” Daylight made it filthier. The city was awake out there — joggers, traffic, a whole moral morning — and I was on the COO’s desk with my skirt at my waist and my cunt already wet from the elevator. Dorian dropped into the chair between my thighs and put his mouth on me like he had scheduled it. He licked me slow, then greedy, two fingers pumping while he sucked my clit until I came with a broken sound I didn’t have to swallow. The cleaners were not on forty-two on Saturdays. He had planned for that. “Again,” he said, and made me come a second time on his tongue before he stood.

We find Dorian in the kitchen harassing one of our Omega members. “All I want is some damn lunch.” Dorian is yelling at Annie, who looks terrified. “DORIAN” I used my commanding voice, knowing that he will pay attention. “No one here is a slave. My Omegas do not make me food unless they want to. Here we do things for ourselves. Annie I am sorry about the confusion this is Dorian, Daphne’s brother in law. I will handle it from here, you go ahead and run along. Tell your folks I said hello and look forward to seeing everyone at the mating ceremony.” Annie quickly runs out of the manor house via the kitchen door. Finally, I turn my attention to Dorian. He is looking at me like I grew another he

Mabel focused her attention on the reports as she wanted them to be perfect so the crazy man would not have a reason to complain that she was incompetent. Just as she was almost done, the door to Christian’s office opened and the man who had gone into it minutes ago came out. Mabel immediately stood up to greet him as a courtesy since he seemed to be important. “No, sit down, Miss Pearson,” Dorian said with his signature smile. The smile that looked harmless but at the same time was the last thing some saw before he killed them. "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Dorian Romero, Christian’s brother and the COO." Dorian extended his hand and Mabel accepted it with a smile. "It's nice to me

Isla said from the armchair. "About what." "Anything. They like voices." Dorian looked deeply uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "The property acquisition on the east side is going to require additional legal review before we can—" "Not work things," Isla said. "That's all I have." "Then make something up." He looked at Elena. Elena looked at him. Outside a car horn sounded somewhere below. "There was a dog on my street when I was growing up," Dorian said reluctantly. "Big brown thing. Showed up one day and just stayed. Nobody knew whose it was. Just decided to live there now."

"My husband is not going to come and save me. There is so much you don't know. I'm of very little use to your cause. Let me go and I might find something for you. Any amount of money you want." She didn't say a word to me in response, instead, she focused on strapping my sprained ankle and applying burning ointment to the sores. Just then she stood up and headed to the door, but she turned to me. "I don't know who you are, "I've known Dorian for years. He doesn't explain himself. He doesn't answer questions. He doesn't even look people in the eye when he's delivering a job. Yet he stood here listening to you. Don't try to take what is mine, and you might as well pray to the goddess for death

After we finished eating, we moved over to the pool area to relax, settling into lounge chairs with cold umbrella cocktails in hand. Maybe the whole experience at the resort had shifted something in Grace, because after a while of quiet conversation and slow sips, she began to open up. She told me how her family had been struggling financially. Her husband was currently unemployed, even though he had been accepted by one of the companies he applied to. The problem was that they still hadn't given him a clear starting date, and in the meantime, the bills kept piling up. On top of that, one of her children was supposed to start grade school soon, and she really wanted her to attend a private s

she teased. “Good.” Jordan tilted her head, watching me too closely. “You sure you’re fine?” “Yeah.” I left before they could push more. The cabin was quiet. Too quiet. I stepped in, grateful for the silence, and then froze. The sound of water running. The bathroom door half open. And through the crack— I saw him. Father Dorian. Completely bare. Broad shoulders. Muscles carved from stone. Tattoos covering his arms, back, curling over his ribs. His hair damp, water sliding down his chest.

What the hell was this? I heard a shuffle to my left and turned to see Dorian standing there, leaning against a small wooden stand. He was wearing a faded jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a cool sneakers. But his face? He was grinning like he’d just won the lottery, his eyes bright and nervous all at once. “Dorian, what’s going on?” I asked, taking a step toward him. My voice came out shakier than I meant it to. He didn’t answer right away, just kept smiling, his hands shoved in his pockets. “You like it?” he asked, nodding toward the decorations.