Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack Novels & Stories

He was just as she thought strong, scary, and always gets what he wants. But tonight she made him want something he could not have right away. A small, cold smile came to her lips. The game had begun. Across the city, Donato was not smiling. He sat in the back of his black SUV. One hand rested on Sofia’s leg as the car drove fast through the streets. Sofia was his favorite girl right now. She was on her knees between his legs. Her mouth was busy sucking his cock. “Take it deeper,” Donato said in a low, hard voice. He pushed her head down harder. He fucked her mouth with slow, strong moves. Sofia made small choking sounds but kept going. Her eyes got wet as she sucked him hard.

him or just better dressed.”They stared at each other across the desk. The ledger was open between them like a wound. The numbers and dates and tiny, damning letters stared up from the yellowed page.Sophia stood up. Walked to the terrace. The night air hit her face cold, October sharp, tasting of rain. Dominic followed. Of course he followed. The man who could stay silent for hours couldn’t let her walk away without trailing behind her like a shadow that didn’t know how to detach.She turned on him. “Why me? Out of all the damage your family did all the women, all the suffering why did your mother choose me? He stepped closer. The rain started not a drizzle but a sudden, full downpour, the k

If not for this child, I’d have run away by now. Sofie: I wish I was there boo to rescue you from this shackles but heyy we are going to find a way. Brinda: Ohh, I almost forget we almost made love but he just left me hanging half way. Sofie: Wait let me get this straight. You almost had sex with the man who's sleeping with the same woman who wants to destroy you. Sofie: “Wowww.” Brinda: I know sof but I couldn't help it, have you seen him half naked. The guy literally looks like he was built like sin himself.

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.

Franco stood dutifully at his side. “Franco,” Brago began, his voice low and commanding, “who among them do you find beautiful?” Franco hesitated, his eyes scanning the line of omegas before he sighed and replied, “None.” Brago raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What? None? They are all pleasing to the eye. Why claim none?” Suddenly, Franco stepped forward, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. He bowed deeply, his voice soft but firm. “I am more than worthy to serve you, Brago.”

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.

“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.