Romans & histoires Suicide Room Dominik

"You know how to change that... Don't supress your desires." He walked away and Dom slammed the glass on the table. He couldn't believe that Alex was giving him this advice. He closed his eyes and shook his head. To distract himself from the thoughts, he decided to go to the gym. Dominick spent almost Three hours in the gym and finally decided to go back in his room where he is keeping his captive. He walked towards his room and stopped in front of the guard who was guarding the room. "Did she cause any problems?" He asked.

He finally looked up and laughed at me hilariously, “Suit yourself, lady! But don’t blame me if they come for you as well. I just got beat up because I went for a routine check in that damn room. Dominic has his eyes on that room every minute, his boys are hanging around this building like leeches, they will pounce on you the moment you mention his name, let alone enter his room. That guy is fucked! He has been getting in trouble with his dealers for a while now. But this time, he fucking messed with the wrong person. Are aware that he stole his heroin and his car?” he asked rhetorically, looking around to make sure no one was listening in.

I'm so glad. I pushed the door open and we strolled into the dark room. I sighed deeply before turning on the light and revealing my secret room in front of her. This is my playroom for my submissive. I never take them to my bedroom, they didn't deserve it. Only my Princess has right on my bedroom and now in this room too.

“Sure, Miss Raviora. I hope he’d agree if... Duncan will stay with us for three days.” I took a glimpse of Duncan, who’s just sleeping soundly above my bed. My heart warmed seeing him like that. Lily fixed the comforter and opened the window for Duncan. I went directly inside Adam’s room. I haven’t been here even just for once but I could say it’s bigger than mine. Definitely his room. Adam didn’t give me any single look. He’s busy doing something on his table while his attention is on his MacBook. “Can we talk?” I asked calmly.

AIDEN'S POV The room was cold. Not physically, but something about the cement walls and dim overhead light made it feel like death had already settled in the corners. It was quiet, too quiet, like even the air knew something was about to go wrong. Damon still stood just behind me, the cold barrel of his gun pressed to the side of my skull. But I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear in my eyes. Not when I’d worked so hard to become the man I am. Not when I’d come this far.

She didn't want to be in the room any longer, regretting falling for a gift trap--the air felt suffocating in the room. "K, I'm done with the bullshit. Drop the act already." "What act?" She breathed, genuinely confused. She wanted to hurl. His eyes were such a dark shade of brown in the overhead Christmas lights, that they looked black. He was sneering. Looking like a wounded animal. "You can't just leave me." Kaitlyn blinked. "You left me." She started, confused on how he thought it was the other way around. But before she could question further, he suddenly let out a laugh.

Nirvana agreed, feeling the wind blew past her skin "It's late already, let's go in" Mr Alexander said "Alright Sir" Aliya replied and they both followed Sir Alex to their room with two other students "Elsa you'll be sharing a room with Melanie" " Alright sir" they replied before going to their room "Nirvana and Aliya, you'll be Sharing the other one, Miss Loveth will be staying the night at her relative's" Mr Alex said " She has a relative here in Korea?" Aliya asked " Yes"

His dark eyes were full of a raw, intense heat that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Six months ago, I was sitting in a dark room in Zurich waiting to die," Dominic said, his voice low, gravelly, and thick with emotion. "I thought my life was over. I thought there was nothing left in this world except blood, concrete, and cold mountain passes." "Dominic..." "Then I saw you," he rasped, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling in my hair. "You were terrified, bleeding, and running for your life, but your eyes were bright as fire. You didn't give up. Not on the dam, not on the goat path, not in the river, and not on that pier."

No hiding. The private room was small, dim, with a leather couch and pulsing bass bleeding through the walls. The door clicked shut. Clothes came off in a heated rush. Dominic took control, the way he preferred these days—pushing the guy down, mouth and hands mapping skin with practiced efficiency.

I decided to take a slow and very unauthorized walk down the hallway to find out if the Ice King had finally been summoned back to the real world of corporate warfare. My feet were silent on the thick Persian rugs as I passed his satellite office and noticed that his laptop was closed and his chair was pushed back. I followed a strange scraping sound and the faint scent of fresh sawdust toward the end of the east wing where the sunniest guest room was located. I pushed the door open just a crack and the sight that met my eyes made me stop so suddenly that I nearly lost my balance. Dominic was on his hands and knees in the center of the room with his expensive white dress shirt discarded on a