Novel & Cerita Fast Furious Dominic Toretto

Not playing protector to someone who chose a man in a suit over a man with a gun. I was Dominic Russo. I was the King of the Underworld. And I was officially done being a simp. As the men started breaking off into their respective crews to begin the hunt for intel, Marco walked up to me, handing me a fresh glass. “That’s the Don I know,” Marco said quietly.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

He belonged to the entertainment industry for real! “I could never father such an ingrate." He spat. “Really?" Dominik's face turned cold. I shivered at the cruelty that flashed on his face, I was so focused on his face that the loud smack and stifled yelp made me jerk. I looked back to Morretti to see Dominik's driver by the side. From the look of things, he had smacked Morretti on the face. “You would be sent out of the country along with your family to start your lives all over again."

We immediately separated, and I was relieved that we were in the dark so that the interruption couldn't see us so close; otherwise, he would have put the entire world over his head. "I finished the ice cream and now I am really exhausted!" He said it sluggishly. "And I am really horny!" Dominic whispered in my ear so Christian couldn't hear him. I nudged him before turning to Christian and saying, "Let's go back home." Dominic ate his ice cream faster than the speed of light, and the three of us made our way to the car. Dominic arrived at the palace in less than ten minutes, which surprised me because he had never driven so quickly before. He is not a patient man, and I am sure he is craving

“They came into our territory like they owned it. If they’re looking to take over a piece of our city, they’re going to strike hard and fast. Lord knows what they’ll be after if we don’t stop them now. Maybe one of our own… or worse.” Dominic didn’t flinch, though his jaw did tighten. He was good at appearing unaffected. It was part of what made him dangerous. He found it ironic how close to the truth Francesco nearly was. Pushing a little deeper and he would uncover the entire situation tenfold.

Dominic said. It was a hard decision to make, but seeing Rhett’s erection, yet his fury and possessiveness assured me that this was the right thing. He needs someone strong to keep him in check, until he learns to master his emotions better and I am interested in seeing how Dominic is as a dom.

My mouth parted for a breathless gasp as his touch grew bolder, dragging me towards a climax I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide. And that’s when I fucking realized— Dominic Moretti was going to make me cum in front of an entire mafia family. ---

“She’s still too fucking soft. Still blushes when I tell her to open her legs. Still tries to hide her moans behind whimpers. Still cries when I slap her face during sex. It’s pathetic.” Romano chuckled. “She’s your angel, boss. “Yes” Dominic snarled. “She’s my Angel but angels can be fucking nasty too. And she’s taking too fucking long. So I’m going to speed up the process.” He walked to the cabinet. Pulled out a pair of silver restraints. And Tossed them on the desk.

From the moment I saw her, I knew I wanted her and if this was the price to pay, I am more than willing to give it a try. Another heavy fist lands on my back and I let out a little gasp. No matter what Dominic does, I know he wouldn’t dare to hurt me because he knows it will set more eyes on him but then again, Dominic changretta will not let this go even if it’s the last thing he does. “Bastardo!” One of his men hisses as he slaps me hard across the face, “Come osi pensare di poter coprire la moglie del padrino?"

"That's the beauty of it, my boy. The caretaker wasn't just some random underling - she was the elder sister and only family of that notorious assassin, Ferdinand Guiterra, a.k.a. “Kill Shot.” Marcus's eyes went wide, a slow smile spreading across his face. "So you're telling me Dominic's declared war on one of the deadliest guys in the underworld?" Sergio nodded, his expression gleeful. "Exactly. And with Dominic's ego all bruised, he'll be too blinded by his own arrogance to see the danger coming." Marcus chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. "You really are a master strategist, uncle. Pitting Dominic against 'Kill Shot' - that's some next-level stuff, even for you."