Novel & Cerita Fast Furious Dominic Toretto

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

“And you kept pulling at your jeans, just like that. Little moans slipped out, and I watched you become more and more aroused while they devised a plan to share you. You don’t remember, but afterward I threatened anyone who touched you and shot the vilest one in the leg.” I didn’t remember anything after he made me come and come again. “You asserted your dominance.” He nodded. “I was forced to. Roman doesn’t like that he has to follow my command.” “Why is that?” “Because he is a Ferrante, and above everyone in the organization who isn’t a Ferrante.” There was more. A secret, but he wasn’t going to willingly give it up. “What’s your last name?” I asked. I knew him only as Domenico or la Besti

into a sarcastic jab. "I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s my lunch hour," Dominic reasoned. "You’re still eating! You should have done it immediately, Dominic!" the man retorted, his voice trembling slightly. "How about you join us for a meal, Sir?" Dominic suggested, which I thought was incredibly bold—borderline reckless. "No time! This needs to be signed right now! You’re coming with me!" The man immediately grabbed Dominic’s arm firmly, as if he were afraid Dominic might try to bolt.

Where are you? Gosh! When Friedrich wanted to be a PAIN he was one. In capital letters. “What will it be, gentleman? Something cold or hot?” the clerk asked. “Please, one tall caramel macchiato, frappe” Dominik replied, not looking away from his phone. He was coming up with an acid response for his publicist. “Alright. Sir?” the girl behind the counter responded. “Dominik” he answered. “D-O-M-I-N-I-K” spelling it out before the woman got it wrong, they always did. He hated when they wrote it as “Dominique”.

Dominic did not reply, and Moretti turned to me, “If you ever get tired of him, I am available for you anytime.” Dominic's hand suddenly crept towards my waist, and he said to Moretti coldly, “She won't have a reason to go to you.” Moretti laughed loudly, and after giving me a wink, he left with his men in tow. Actually, Moretti does not look like a totally bad person. True, all mafias had their story, but he seems to be someone worthy of being friends with. As soon as he left, a figure I would definitely not like to see walked over, and Dominic suddenly took away his hand that was placed on my waist.

“You have tortured me enough, Frey… Today, I will eat until I cannot anymore.” He strains in gasps, like it hurts to be inside me, but he isn’t willing to let go. I moan as he begins to move. His hands part my legs wider so he goes deeper, pounding hard and fast now. “Ohhhh my God!” “Ohhh yes—fuck me just like that, Professor!” I scream as he fucks me hard. Dominic is a fuck king. He knows the right spot to hit, when to slow, when to increase, when to twist and roll his waist.

Dominic clapped his hands as he took slow strides towards me, my heart pounding loudly against my ribcage. The loud clap echoed, and his continuous laughter rang in my ears. “Felza”, he grinned, his hands tracing the tip of my jaw. He held my chin firmly, meeting my gaze, “You must have thought we wouldn't meet again.” Dominic’s grip on my chin became tight, almost crushing my bones, “You're now a feast for the rouges. Isn't that pathetic?”

He was shifting on his feet restlessly, his eyes bleak. El Patrón was swearing and cursing, already scurrying towards the entrance of the gym, he was speaking to someone over the phone. Dominic has nothing to say. Unfathomable wrath filled his blood. Hands clenching in rage, he followed his friends, barked his orders and he was climbing the black SUV waiting at the curb for him. Presumably, Lemonte was still playing a game. Only this time it has become deadlier. For his enemy. The Mafia King thought. He just had to make sure his detka was okay. Then he would personally hunt the motherfucker down.

He looked almost approachable. I approached him carefully, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Vito? I was wondering if we could talk about something." His head turned toward the sound of my voice, those dark sunglasses hiding whatever thoughts lay behind them. "Of course. What is it?" Just say it. Just tell him. "I wanted to—" The words caught in my throat as Mrs. Benedetti appeared in the doorway. "Mr. Romano, there's a call from Mr. Torrino. He says it's urgent."

Dominic's eyes widened out and he stood still with heaved breathing for some seconds before all of a sudden he marched out of the tent with great fury and anger burning in his eyes. “Youuu!" He screamed angrily as he set sight of Damon who was about to leave the camp. Damon turned around and saw a furious Dominic charging at him and when Dominic got to Damon he let loose- throwing a powerful fist aimed at Damon's face. “You caused this!" He screamed while at it...But Damon caught his fist in his palm as if it was nothing right before it could make contact with his face.