Young Dom Toretto の小説・ストーリー

Dominick shoved his face and ate wildly and lavishly as he hungered for pussy for a long time. Dominick did on purpose, biting the clit hard, making Keatton screaming and hissing in pain. “Aw!! Oh, God!! Please! No more biting, Dominick,” he begged, but Dominick was determined to make the poor boy sorry for what he did. “I hate to see you crying, Keatton. But this time, it would be for the best for us. I will let you know. Who. Is. The. Real. Daddy!!” he yelled.

"Your child's name, what was his name again I forgot." "None of your business," answered Dominic indifferently. Lyra snorted. "Come on, I just wanna know what his name is. Don't be a jerk. Why are you so cold to me?" said Lyra a little irritatedly. Luckily Lyra was patient with this man. "Dom—" “Zachery, Lyra. His name is Zachery Atreo." Dominic took a deep breath. He couldn't bear to hear Lyra keep talking like that. His ears hurt.

The creature was certain in this as if he saw something only he could and that he felt made him superior to everyone else. “However, I don’t have that luxury.” Dominic crossed his arms struggling with his patience. “Now, to clear things up who are you?” “Het’ Tur.” Dominic’s eyes widened. This wasn’t the name he’d expected since that wasn’t the ‘god’ name he’d expected. It wasn’t a god name he knew. Though it sounded like one from a different pantheon. But the name’s sounds were off enough to be wrong. It was either a different name or a variant. He didn’t care right now. Something he’d research if it became needed.

I mused, leaving Hawk to chuckle. "So, I guess that makes me Dominic Toretto." "Well," I drawled, a mischievous grin spreading across my lips as I pretended to examine him. "I wouldn't exactly say that, because you'll need some biceps, or any of the ceps." He gave a dramatic gasp at that. "You did not just say that! I have ceps. They're just uh, more of uniceps." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips at that, and after a whole show of mock displeasure, he also joined in.

In the oversized linen shirt Tess had scrounged, he looked like a statue carved from obsidian and starlight. "Wow," Tess breathed, her eyes widening as she shamelessly scanned the hard lines of his chest beneath the fabric. She marched right up to him, a mischievous, defiant glint in her eyes. "You are quite the specimen, aren't you? What’s your name? And more importantly... can you be my man already?" Dominic let out a rare, low chuckle a sound so rich it felt like a physical touch. "My name is Dominic. And I think I’m a bit too much trouble for you, little one."

"Oh, forgive my late introduction. My name is Verónica Sideris Fotiadis. I am the vice president of the student council" "Fotiadis... That is the family where Dominique is related by his branch..." "Information travels fast, right? You´re right, the Yatras are our lowest branch. And Domi is part of them" Bathum... "Domi?" "Oh! I-I mean! Mister Dominique! M-My status makes me want to give nicknames to those below me! Or something... A-Anyway is nothing serious!" She was talking with haste. Moving her hands in front of her now bright face. Yet she still had that smile on her...

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Still holding her in his arms, he rushed past me, saying only a curt, "Stop causing trouble." When I first got the news, I thought Domenico had been set up by the Constanzo family. I even wondered if someone within our own ranks had tried to set him up and shake the famiglia's foundation. Never in my worst nightmares did I expect it would be her—Lorita Moretti. Ever since Domenico met her at the Bianchis' gala a year ago, he started bringing her up without even realizing it. As a bastard child surviving between factions, she reminded him of the hardships he experienced before he fought his way to the top.

I was furious and I was only fourteen, we lived on the poor side of town, her Dom was in a gang and so he got away. Ever since the day I stood up for Rory, I began to sit with the Vitale for lunch and dinner. Elise is super sweet and nice, she's like a mother hen of the group, while Dante is more fierce he doesn't speak much around the others, he got a resting bitch on all the time. The others are nice too, I'm friends with both littles and their doms.