The Dominator (The Dominator #1) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
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The room service didn’t take long. As I pushed the cart into the sitting and dining area, I heard noise in the bedroom so peeked in and Tommy stirred in bed and opened his eyes.

“I ordered breakfast for us,” I told him. “Not sure if you’re hungry.”

“Call down and ask them to send up some Tylenol, baby?”

“Already thought of that,” I said stiffly and passed him a glass of orange juice and the bottle of pills. He looked strangely at me, took two and downed some juice and then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I’d left his clothes purposely in a position near where I was now sitting, on the sofa that would make his lipstick-covered collar obvious, very obvious.

I poured coffee for both of us and when he came back out a few minutes later, he was showered and in a fresh pair of tight black boxer briefs. He reached onto the chair and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket and was fiddling with it. I saw his eyes land on his dirty collar. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the minibar and downed it.

I stared at him over the rim of my cup, looking at his gorgeous body, his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, six pack, his muscular legs, and wondered if he’d let some other woman touch his body last night.

He glanced at me a few times while thumbing away on his phone and then said, “Got something to say?”

“Nope,” I answered, making direct eye contact.

“I’ve got a meeting soon. I think I’ll grab another hour of sleep first.”

“Okie dokie.” I had trouble hiding the snark from my reply.

He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Nothing happened. A business associate had entertainment for a post-meeting party, but nothing happened. A chick tried to get frisky with me and I pushed her off. All right?”

I’d been chewing the inside of my cheek. “Alrighty. You were pretty smashed.”

“Yeah, well I’d had about 5 hours of sleep in three days so the alcohol hit me hard. Nothing happened. Didn’t we just go over this yesterday? Do you really think I’d promise to be faithful and then break that promise the very same day?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t accuse you of anything.”

“No, but your attitude says different. Believe me, if I wanted to fuck someone else, I’d just go ahead and fuck someone. I’d have no qualms telling you the score. Alrighty?”

Each ‘fuck’ was delivered with so much venom it churned like acid in my stomach.

I raised my hands defensively. Really nice. His eyes were bulging at me; he looked furious. And rough. I kept my mouth shut for a minute while he continued doing something on his phone.

“So, do I have to stay here all day waiting for you?” I finally asked.

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Yeah, you do.”

Then he stormed into James and Nino’s room, slamming the door. I sat and seethed. Some fun Vegas would be. I turned the television on and flopped on the sofa.

A while later the adjoining door was thrust open and Tommy came back in and when he caught my expression, which I imagine probably looked pissed off still, his lip curled and he slammed the door shut and locked it and then stalked in my direction and the look on his face and the way he walked had me suddenly holding my breath. He lifted me up by grabbing fists full of my bathrobe just below my shoulders.

Once we were almost nose to nose, my feet not touching the floor, he growled, “Lose the fucking attitude!”

My eyes must’ve been bulging out of my head. He let go of me and I landed on the floor right on my ass.

He stood there over me. I could hear him huffing. I was afraid to look up, so I buried my face in my hands and just stayed there on the floor.

A moment passed with me just sitting there and him just standing over me radiating anger.

Damn it. She was on the floor looking so small and afraid. Her beautiful, silky hair all messed up and hiding her face, her hands over her eyes, and just this white pool of terrycloth fabric surrounding her. I felt like the biggest asshole in the world right now. I was the biggest asshole in the world. I kept fucking this up. Why did I keep fucking this up?

Her shoulders started to shake a little and I knew she was crying. I got down in front of her on my knees and reached for her. She flinched.

“I’m sorry, Tia.” I pulled her to me.

She kept her arms around herself instead of putting them around me and I could hear that she was trying to mask crying. I sat down on the carpet and pulled her onto my lap and held her tight. “I’m a dick when I’m hung over. I’m sorry, baby.”



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