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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“Tia, I’m here to help you. The police are here to help. Let us help you.”

I dug my heels in and she finally relented, giving me her home phone number and her cell number so that if I needed her, I could reach her.

An hour later they finally told me I could leave. My cell phone was dead, so I couldn’t call Tommy as I had no idea what his number was. I called a taxi. I didn’t know what the address of Tommy’s house was. I knew where it was, by intersection, so I guided the cab driver until we pulled up in front of the gate. I paid the driver with my debit card and stepped out in front of the gate and pushed the buzzer. Dex was already opening it to let me in.

“You okay?” he asked. “Need me to pay the cab?”

I blew out a long breath. “I paid already and yeah, I’m okay, thanks, Dex.”

“Next time, the cab gets inside the gate before you get out, okay, Tia?”

“Okay, Dex.” I hoped there wouldn’t be a next time.

I walked up to the house and he opened the front door with a key. The house was dark. I looked in Tommy’s office and he wasn’t there. I went up to the bedroom. He wasn’t there, either. I went downstairs and found him beating up the punching bag.

I hesitated in the doorway. “Uh, hi.”

He didn’t hear me. Or he was ignoring me. I stepped around so he could see me if he simply hadn’t heard me. He stopped and caught his breath and pulled the gloves off.

“Baby!”

“Hi,” I approached him cautiously and he grabbed me and pulled me tight to him. He was drenched in sweat. I didn’t care. I put my arms around him, relieved he was putting his arms around me, not angry with me.

“You okay? How’d you get here?” he asked, caressing my face.

I nodded. “I’m okay. Cab.”

“Let’s go upstairs and you can fill me in. I’ll grab a fast shower. Join me?” He grabbed a bottle of water from the floor and took a glug. “I was going out of my mind not hearing from you so I was just killing time.” He motioned with his chin toward the punching bag. I was surprised he looked so calm.

I followed him to the bathroom and got out of my clothes. He looked down at me. “So, too bad about that Brazilian.”

I looked down at my naked lower half and started to laugh. We both laughed hard and he pulled me into the shower and against his body. He got my face into his hands and kissed me deeply, passionately. My arms wrapped around him, then I pushed him against the tiled wall and then I was devouring him. He reached behind us and turned the shower on, not breaking lip contact, and at first the water was freezing. He adjusted the temperature.

“At least we don’t have to wait till tomorrow,” he muttered, my earlobe in his mouth.

“Yeah, and now I know when your birthday is,” I answered, and he released my lobe and looked at me with a tilted head. “And I don’t think I could’ve waited. I need you,” I added, and put my hands on his rear and ground my hips against him, up on my tippy toes trying to get better contact. He bent his knees while he lifted me onto his shaft, sliding right in. He turned us and got my back against the wall, and whoa… it was just what I needed.

We were in bed, lying face to face on our sides naked, one of my hands was flat against his chest, the other tracing the lines of the ink on the other shoulder, trailing down his arm, as I told him all about my day.

He listened, while sifting his hands through my hair and up and down my back, his lips against my forehead the whole time. I could feel his expression changes, smiles, lips tightening, soft kisses, or tightening of his whole body alternately while I told him all about meeting my cousin and how it felt really nice to have family, when I told him how much I liked his sister, when I told him the things the cops said, though he didn’t deny or confirm some of the bad stuff.

At the end I said, “At first I thought it was a test.”

He loosened his grip on me and I saw his smile instead of felt it. “That would’ve been the ultimate test.”

“Mm hm,” I answered with disapproval. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m done testing you, baby. And I never would’ve done that sort of test.”

“My dad, Tommy; that’s fucked.” I couldn’t believe how calm he’d been about all of this, how trusting he’d been of me. It was such a relief.



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