Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack Novels & Stories

Elle réfléchit et elle a l'air d'accepter ce que je dis. Bri : C'est un agent de police. Il était en mission sous couverture pour coffrer mon père… il s'est servi de moi pour atteindre mon père. Je n'en reviens pas d'une telle déclaration. Je m'attendais à tout sauf à ça. Bri : Il ne s'appelle pas Marco. Son prénom est Nicholas. Je me retiens pour ne pas jurer. Je suis tout autant choquée. Moi : Chérie, le mal est fait. Tu ne peux pas pleurer pour quelqu'un qui s'est autant mal comporté avec toi.

"Be careful if you step on Dry Land, girl. Marlene shoots first and asks questions later. Especially at an outsider messing with her boys." The bell tinkled again. A man entered, wearing expensive snakeskin boots and an impeccable white shirt. Silence fell like a knife. "Betty, darling. Coffee, black, no sugar. Like my mood today," Rick Dawson smiled, his blue eyes sweeping the place until they landed on Sofia. "Ah. The heroine of the hour. Sofia Alves, right? I heard you tamed our wild bull yesterday." Sofia felt the coffee sour in her mouth. Dawson oozed danger.

“Domini, can you come like this?” “I’d like to.” They all laughed. When Brock’s strokes lengthened, Domini let her head fall back in a soft moan. “Look at me,” Cam demanded. Domini knew if she saw the possession in Cam’s eyes it’d be over. She ignored his command, allowing Brock to take control. Spreading her ass cheeks in each hand, Brock hammered into her without stopping. His cock jerked hard against her anal passage. He shouted, “Oh fuck,” as he came. And came and rode her hard.

Not Miss La Rosa, not Miss Alessia, but Sia. Dominic narrowed his eyes dangerously. ***

He was pretending. "I gat you" he smirked. "Ah, cheater!" She hit his chest. Sofia went to drop the drink on the table. "The drink is served young Master" she informed. "Thanks" Dominic said still holding the woman trying to get away from him. "Have anyone ever tell you how crazy and hot you are, wife?" Dominic asked. "Oh I get that a lot. You know they do say something else too" she tilted her head one side.

Sofia opened her purse and pulled out a flash drive, holding it up like a dagger. Alessandro’s eyes darkened, his voice cutting like steel. “Put it away. Now.” Sofia laughed. “Why? Afraid she hasn’t told you everything?” Livia’s pulse hammered, but she forced her voice steady. “You think this makes you strong, Sofia? You’re just Russo’s pawn. Same as always.” Sofia’s eyes flashed, jealousy burning through the ice. “Better his pawn than Dante’s whore.” The words cut, sharp and cruel. Alessandro’s fists clenched, murder in his eyes. He stepped forward, voice like a growl in the dark. “Say that again.”

"You two are perfect for each other. The adopted daughter of the Harrisson and the illegitimate child of the Moretti's. Even your disgusting plans are the same." Before I could say anything else, Dominic walked into the waiting room. He looked at Sophia with pure disgust, which made her even angrier. She had tried to get his attention for years, but he had always rejected her. How could he fall for someone like me - a woman who couldn't even keep her own husband happy? Sophia's lips curved into a sly smile as she secretly turned on a small recording device hidden in her Hermès bracelet. "Oh, Dominic. Always rushing in to save the poor girl, aren't you? You've been doing that since we were ki

He stood leaning casually against the brick pillar, his hands stuffed into his sweatpants pockets, the breeze catching his dark curls. ​Chris's jaw literally dropped. He blinked, looking Dom up and down with a sudden, highly appreciative sparkle in his eyes. He leaned closer to me, whispering out of the corner of his mouth, "Okay... who is the brooding underwear-model savior, and does he have a brother?" ​"That's Dom," I murmured, a tiny, genuine blush creeping onto my cheeks despite the heaviness in my chest. ​Dom walked over, smoothly handing me my clutch and heels. His piercing blue eyes flickered to Chris, then to Bianca, before settling on me. "Keep the shirt, sunshine," he said, his de

Damien nods but I don't fail to notice the shift in his mood when the subject is brought up. “When will you let me see her?" She asks again. The only reply he gives her is a glare before angrily walking away. She focuses her attention on me, scrutinizing me. “I don't think we've officially met. I'm Louisa, Damien's mother." She stretches her hand for me to shake and I hold it delicately. “I guessed it since you walked me down the aisle. Isabella Rossi." “I am sorry about my son and everything else. I really had no choice but to obey him. He is the Don so whatever he says stands. Even as his mother, I'm like a puppet to him." She sighs.

Gloria didn't respond and that was when I got distracted by the colorful display on the large screen. My picture from one minutes ago was boldly displayed on the left side of the screen and on the right side was a couple of information. 'Global Notice - Name: Sofia Di Marco Age: 21 Status: The Di Marco Queen Syndicate Resources: Full Control Personal Balance: 502.98 billion dollars' I read slowly and my fingers trembled as I did, "Name, Sofia Dante...Age, 21...Status, The Di Marco Queen...Syndicate Resources, Full Control...Personal Balance, 502.98 billion dollars ..."