Kny Doma Novels & Stories

It was time to move on to the next step in his sensual assault and he was nothing, if not methodical. “Kira , tell me one more time. What is your safeword?” Dom asked. “Blueeyes"she breathed. “Mmm…good girl. Are you ready?” He asked. "No, I don'’t know. I’m nervous.” Kira answered honestly. “You’re only nervous because this is all unknown to you. Let me educate you.” Dom said as he bent down and flicked his tongue against her nipple. “Ahh! Yes!” Kira cried out and pulled at her restraints.

I whisper in his ear. He nods and his stubble sends shivers down my body. "I know and I love you, too, darlin'." Dom is from Saint Mary's Parish, Texas; a very rural Catholic town settled before the Texas War for Independence. He moved here to Great Falls, Montana back in 1993 when he was eighteen. He's been here for twenty years now. Dom meets Connie at the emergency room in the hospital that Connie now works at. Both were at the E.R. one evening; Connie was there with her brother because he had been in a car accident and Dom was there because he wasn't feeling well and ended up having a cold. Dom and Connie hit it off that night and have been together ever since. They had Shel two

Krystal, who had been drinking water absentmindedly, almost choked when she heard Dom's name. "You're Dom Livingston?" She blinked, finding it hard to believe. "You're the Dom who went on blind dates, added girls on F******k or Line, and deleted them within two hours?" Dom nodded irritably. ***

Standing there was Koa, he had his black leather jacket flung over his shoulder and was dressed in a snug, white v-neck tee, dark jeans and black converse. He watched me closely as I descended the stairs, my brothers’ backs facing me. Dom followed Koa’s gaze and when his eyes fell on me, he smiled and gave a small nod before turning his attention back to Koa, “Take special care of my sister. I may have known you for a fairly long time, but I will not hesitate to kill you if something happens to her. Understand me?” Koa smiled, giving a small confidant nod and Dom chuckled before dragging the other two out of the room. Koa met me at the bottom of the stairs, with his hand outreached, I carefu

Then I remembered he always praises Jade. “Shut up,” I yelled, but deep down, I was completely taken aback. How on earth could Jade... but then I find myself wanting to hear more of the conversation that is taking place in the bathroom between Jade and Kate? “Dom has enough money to take me to school.” What, Dom? The fact that she called me Dom did something to both the beast inside of me and the tail that was wedged in between my legs. This girl just knows how to stir things up and leaves me wondering if she is the perfect sub.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

His question was gentle, probing without force, his voice smooth as polished stone. Kyra's cheeks flushed with insecurity. How could she admit the truth—the beatings, the debt collectors, the suicidal despair? It felt too raw, too pitiful. "I... I just need help," she whispered, averting her eyes. "I read about it online. When you get a dom, they must take care of you.” Half knowledge. He sighed internally. She doesn't look like she knows much about what she's getting herself into.

Domestic area code I didn't recognize. I picked up. "Vito Romano," the voice said. It was male, unhurried, with the particular calm of someone who had rehearsed this moment. "Your wife is with me. She's safe — for now. If you'd like her to stay that way, I suggest we talk." Everything in the room went very still. "Who is this," I said. "Someone who found her before you did." A pause. "Interested?" I sat down slowly. My hand on the desk was completely steady. "Talk," I said.

I just needed to see it again one more time to confirm if I'd finally ran mad. A soft knock came at the door. "Come in," I said, keeping my voice level. The door pushed open, and Reina stepped inside. She had taken off the oversized sweater from breakfast. Now she wore a fitted rib-knit top that hugged every curve of her waist, paired with slim jeans. Her dark hair was freshly brushed, tumbling over her shoulders, and her lips had a soft sheen to them. She wasn't looking at me directly. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, biting her bottom lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a way that pulled her top tight against her chest. It was as clear as day that she thought we wer