Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack Novels & Stories

(beat) Sofie: “…Wait. Who?” Brinda: “Brad, my fiancé.” Sofie: “No. No way.” Brinda (flat): “My sister.” (Silence. A bulb kept flickering.) Brinda (voice cracking): “I walked in and I saw them. She looked right at me… and didn't even flinch.” Sofie: “Jesus Christ…” Brinda: “I left everything. My bag. My ring. My whole goddamn life. He fucking dragged me out of his home like a slut.”

And as Sofie approached, the weight of her gaze intensified, thick with both possessiveness and contempt. When Sofie finally stopped before them, her smile was wide but too sharp to be sincere. “Alexander, darling,” Sofie purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She brushed her fingers lightly against his arm, the touch calculated and taunting. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Dysis stood tall beside Alexander, her back straight and her chin lifted. She refused to let Sofie intimidate her, even though every instinct screamed at her to retreat. She met Sofie’s icy gaze head-on, her smile strained but unwavering.

I don't think Don Romano is bold enough to swap Sofia for Alessandra. No, he wouldn't dare and even if he did? I would catch on to his lies, the two act ever so differently. Sofia likes to be the centre of attention while my chosen darling bride wouldn't be caught dead in the public eye.

“Get ready. We have a serious meeting with the Sinaloa crew tonight. Wear something that shows you’re my wife but also my fucktoy. No panties.” Sofia chose a tight black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs. Deep cleavage that showed the tops of her breasts. Heels that made her ass look round and fuckable. Diego nodded in approval, clipped the thin silver leash to her collar, and led her out.

The scent of sex and expensive mahogany hung heavy in the air. Slowly, Lorenzo pulled out. The separation was a wet, sliding noise. A mixture of his cum and her juices leaked from her, dripping onto the mahogany surface. He stepped back, his chest heaving, his expression a mix of exhaustion and triumph. "You're a dangerous woman, Sofia Ricci." Sofia lay on the table, her legs still trembling, her emerald slip ruined and pushed aside. She looked up at him and smiled. "And you're a very predictable man, Don Moretti."

“But I would rather keep you alive. Break you piece by piece until you beg me to fuck you the way he never could.” Svetlana steps closer, voice dripping venom. “She thinks she’s queen already. Wait until she watches Dante bleed out on the floor. Then we’ll see how brave she is.” I laugh, low and bitter. “You two are pathetic. Plotting in secret while you fuck like animals. Dante will crush you both before you even get close.” Viktor’s smile turns cruel. “Brave words for a woman pinned against a wall with my come still warm on another woman’s thighs. Tell me, Doctor, does it turn you on knowing I could take you right here while she watches?”

She instantly crossed her arms over herself and he stepped close to her again as he passed her discarded dress to Rose. “Don’t hide. You have a beautiful body and it was made to be worshipped by me.” Dom said softly as he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands from her body. Dominic's P.O.V. Dom kissed each of her shoulders before he pulled down the straps of her black bra. He kissed her forehead and nose as he reached behind her back and unclasped the lacy material. He took her clutch purse from her trembling hand, then peeled the bra slowly from her body and tossed them both to Rose.

Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux. “Shit!” I gasped, the glass slipping from my hand as chilled bubbles soaked into an iron-flat chest. A chest that belonged to Dominic Voss. CEO of Voss & Rose Intimates. The man behind the lace empire. The untouchable, the cold-hearted, the ridiculously beautiful boss I’d only ever seen from a distance—and usually only through a sea of trembling executives and whispering assistants. Now he was soaked. And staring at me. Dead. I was dead.

"The mother's name is Sofia Voss. Swiss. Former model. She's been his mistress for six years, and she's the keeper of every off-shore account he thinks no one knows about." Silence. Then: "You're certain?" "I've seen the records. In another life." The words came out before I could stop them, but Dominic didn't ask what I meant. Maybe he thought it was a metaphor. Maybe he just didn't care. "Every transfer he's made out of the country. Every shell company. Every numbered account. Sofia Voss has copies of everything. She kept them as insurance—in case he ever tried to cut her out the way he cuts everyone out eventually."

I looked dangerous. I looked like the Queen of the Steele Pack. Dom stood up, looming over me. His bespoke black tuxedo was torn, the jacket missing and the white shirt torn open, revealing the massive muscles and silver scar of his chest. But he was a dark god of war. "You were mine to protect," Dominic growled, crowding me. His rage and protectiveness was delicious. He grabbed my long dark hair and pulled my head back, kissing me hard on the lips. It was a pledge of undying love, and a pledge of undying war. "Are you ready to rule our empire, Sophie?"