Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack Novels & Stories

serves her right though. Throughout that week and the week that followed, the police couldn't get a lead on who had tampered with Crystal's brake, even the private investigator he had hired had turned up with nothing, the person was one step ahead of him, the only footage captured was the one he gave the police chief and that was the only evidence that someone had tampered with the brakes. All he could do now is provide adequate security for Crystal to prevent future occurrences, he entered the house tired, he saw her lying on the couch, she stood up immediately she saw him and walked up to him placing her hand around his neck and placing a kiss on his lips, he was surprised, " what the...."

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.

He’d happily fuck her, though—especially while she was wearing that little black dress that clung to her like a second skin. “I’d say I’m sorry for upsetting one of your wolves, but lying’s a sin,” Natalie told Brick, who just smiled. The guy might be hot with his short, silky butterscotch hair, sensual mouth, and that set of piercing dusky green eyes. Still, Dominic knew Natalie preferred the dark, broody psycho beside him. Which was him, of course. “Hey, Rock.” Dominic gave her a lopsided smirk as he appraised her for the hundredth time. “Come here.”

tears poured down from my eyes and he brought it out then used it to traced my breasts. “Damn Dante De Luca is surely enjoying all of this.” he said again and frowned. “I can't wait any long. I have to get a taste of her.” he said and I started panicking and struggling with the ropes. He pushed me down back and slapped me across my face. “Are you sure about that? You know how Boss is always so possessive about his properties.” one spoke with uncertainty from behind. “I don't belong to anyone. All of you should leave me alone.” I pushed the man trying to get on top of me and he held my hair and dragged it.

When they pulled away from their hug, Vincenzo wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me into his hard chest. "Tesoro, this is my good friend, Lorenzo De Novo." Vincenzo says to me. "I'm Sofia." I say, holding my hand out for him to shake. "I know." Lorenzo smirks at me as he shakes my hand. Lorenzo left short after to go 'mingle' (his words not mine), so I took the opportunity to finally ask Vincenzo to dance. "Anything for you." He replies, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

Not hard enough to break skin, but enough that every muscle snapped, and I convulsed in his arms as I came. “Fuck,” he hissed as his hips pinned me to the bed. Every twitch could be felt, every groan drawing out my orgasm. He kissed and licked the spot where he’d marked me as he regained his breath. When he pulled back, I expected to see a sated man, relaxed and happy, but that wasn’t what I got. Domenico’s eyes were on fire, and with each second his relaxed muscles began to tense again. His expression was unreadable—he never gave away more than he wanted to.

“It was just dinner.” Sofia studied her for a long moment before exhaling sharply. “With who?” she repeated. Isla’s chest tightened. She could lie. She should lie. But the words slipped out before she could stop them. “…Dominic Valenti.” Silence. The kind that sent ice down Isla’s spine. Sofia’s expression darkened, her jaw clenching. “Tell me you’re kidding.” Isla shook her head. “Jesus Christ, Isla.” Sofia ran a hand through her hair, pacing. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

His hands found her back, fingers spreading wide across her shoulder blades, pulling her into him so their bodies collided. Sofia kissed him back with everything she couldn’t say. Her tongue slid against his. His hands roamed her back, bunching the fabric of her dress, releasing it and finding her waist fast enough like she’d disappear if he didn’t. Their legs moved backwards in a clumsy dance. Her shoulder blades hit the wall, the impact knocked a small photograph off its hook and it clattered to the floor—the glass shattering but neither of them looked down. Domenico broke the kiss just long enough to breathe. His forehead pressed against hers.

I laugh, and my hand grips Sofia's thigh underneath the table. She hiccups, sitting straight up in her chair. I move my hand towards her inner thigh, and as if she can't control herself, she opens her legs slightly. The aroma of garlic and tomatoes fills the air as an array of bruschetta is set in front of each of us. "Sofia, your favorite." Donato smiles. But I drag my fingers trailing up the softness of her to play with the soft lace of her panties, and she catches her breath, smiling at her father.

Dominic swiveled his stool as he continued speaking while I stood there with my eyes pooling with tears. He was choosing me over his fated mate, not knowing I was both. "I, Dominic Easton, reject you…" His eyes widened when he saw me standing in front of him, and panic rose across his face as he stood abruptly from his seat. "Sofia!!! No, no fucking! No! I’m not rejecting you!" "I, Sofia Jennings, accept you, Alpha Dominic Easton, as my fated mate..." His shoulders relaxed as a smile slowly tugged at his face, but his eyes were showing too many emotions, all for me. "...as my Alpha, the one the Moon Goddess blessed me with..."