Zayn Domin Novels & Stories

It was all so tiring, and I was so done. The door slid open just as I was putting on some clothes. Zayn walked in, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing his usual stupid grin, and it only annoyed me even further. I eyed the beta from the mirror, still buttoning my shirt. “Hey, Dommy,” Zayn greeted, slinging a hand over my shoulder. “You didn’t even let me say ‘come in’ first,” I scoffed, eyeing him in the mirror as I fiddled with my shirt.

Upon learning that she was opening a branch in Southlake City, he rushed over to show his support. Little did he know that he would end up being beaten. Although Zayn was pursuing Jyn, it didn't mean he was devoted to her. He was known for being a player and having been with multiple numbers of women. His pursuit of Jyn was primarily driven by desire as he admired her figure. However, Zayn had another motive. He believed he would have a stake in Morrison Group if he could win over her. Therefore, he was willing to pursue her. To his surprise, he was attacked in a small place like Southlake City.

I heard Eric say from the other side and I heard another chuckle coming from the entrance. My head snapped in that direction to see Zayn standing there dressed in a Black T-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating his biceps and abs. He paired it up with gray sweatpants that matched the color of his eyes. His long black hair was gathered together and tied as a bun on top of his head. In one word, he looked so gorgeous! Dahlia also purred in excitement as she watched him approach us. "El, you accept to be our Luna?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes as he sat beside Zayden and gestured for me to come over. I climbed down from Zayden's arms and climbed into Zayn's arms as

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thought, feeling decent enough in my silk short and camisole, I padded bare footed towards the door. "Hello there." Zayn's length was rested against the doorframe. Gone was the suit, instead, he was dressed in a pair of loosely fitted black pants and shirt. A black sandals adored his feet and on his wrist was a black Rolex watch accompanied by a black beaded bracklet. "Hey." I mumbled feeling shy and suddenly not so decent. "What are you up to?" He asked, his eyes fixed on mine, not my exposed body. "Nothing much." I answered, stepping away from the door while holding it ajar.

Javier genuinely did not know what that was all about, so Jade gave him a quick rundown. Half a year ago, Zayn had been in a relationship with a girl. He then took a fancy to the girl’s little sister and forced himself on her. Later on, the little sister realized that she was pregnant and wanted to come clean to the girl, but Zayn turned around and accused the little sister of seducing him after he failed to stop her.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

Slowly, he slid off one of his hockey gloves, showing me his pale, strong hand, and extended it to me. “I’m Zayn. Zayn Winchester.” The name hit me like a punch. Zayn Winchester, the lycan prince of the Silver Wolves Clan, the rival pack my father and Oliver had talked about with much hate for years. He was the famous high school hockey player who had beaten our school’s team in the finals last year.

When he stalked her first, he thought it was because he's hearing it from the phone and that's why it's that thick but hearing her now beside him, he just kept quite and stared at her lovingly yet aroused. "...So, I'm going to introduce my husband to you all." Her voice brought him out of his reverie and turned to smile at the camera. "He's Zayn, Zayn Khattab Borkan." She introduced proudly with that thick Arabian voice, if only she knew what that voice is doing to him and what he already has in mind, she wouldn't have being very comfortable sitting next to him. Everything is going the left way and that lane isn't the right one to follow.

Zayn walked straight to me, unbuckling his belt even as he approached and unzipped his fly before he brought his still-covered erection within three inches of my face. I jerked back a little and I trembled harder, as I fought between wanting to flee and staying. Casually, Zayn put his left hand in my hair and gathered it in a loose ponytail in his hand. "Look at me." He ordered, turning my face upward as he spoke. I obeyed, my eyes filled with hatred and my nostrils flaring as I watched the amusement on his face as I struggled. With his right hand, he freed his dick from his underwear tugging the boxer briefs down to his scrotum to expose his member properly.