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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She closed her eyes. Now she was trembling not so subtly. Fuck, my cock was straining against my pants. I sipped my wine, put it down, then strode over to close the blinds on the doors that led to the deck. When I turned back around to look at her, she sat holding the wineglass, eyes squeezed shut tight. Then she took a deep breath, looked up, and stared me right in the eye. The girl hadn’t said anything yet, but she had balls. I could see it. I looked forward to some sparring.

I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged to let it drop. Her eyes never wavered from mine, but I saw her swallow hard. I sauntered toward her.

She shakily raised the glass of wine to her lips and tipped it back and drank it all at once. Then she slammed the glass down on the coffee table and stood. She eyed me from head to toe to head again. It made my heartrate pick up. She was ready to fight with me.

I summoned as much inner strength as I could muster, despite wanting to cower and weep, and I glared at him. I glared hard.

“If you think for one fucking second that you can just steal my life from me you’ve got another–”

He cut me off, physically. In an instant, he lunged from several feet away to in front of me, and then his hand was on my throat. He used his grip to press me against a wall. He towered over me, staring down at me, breathing heavily, his lips an inch from my temple. He wasn’t squeezing, but the grip was possessive, making a point.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said slowly in a low and scary voice, his eyes burning into me.

His body was flush against mine, and his erection poked me in the abdomen. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Holy shit. I forgot how to breathe for a second.

I finally gulped against his hand and tried to regain my bearings. I was breathless, totally surprised, and pretty much petrified. I tried to slink away from him, but he tightened the grip on my throat just a little. My hands came up and I tried to pull on his wrist to get him to let go. He wasn’t cutting off my air supply, but it was firm and scary. His jaw tightened. My nails dug into his wrist until I drew blood. His eyes darted down and when he saw the blood, I saw something shift in his gaze.

“I was about to dare you to give me a reason, but it looks like you just did.”

He let go of my throat and hauled me by the arm to the bed, then threw me down on it so I was on my stomach. He instantly climbed onto me, and pinned my arms above my head. I let out a groaning protest and tried to struggle. I felt his dick digging into my ass. Oh no. Please no.

He let one hand go and caught both of my wrists in the other hand, re-pinning them to the bed. His free hand ripped my dress upwards so that the part that was covering my bottom tore. Humiliation, mortification, the plethora of emotions flooded through me.

Underneath that dress was a pair of black lace stay-up stockings. I also had on a black lace thong so my dress wouldn’t have underwear lines. I never thought when I’d put them on they’d put me in peril. I thought, I’m about to become an adult, I’m going to dress like one. Now I regretted that with every fiber of my being because it meant that Tommy Ferrano was looking at my might-as-well-be bare ass, looking at lingerie on me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I was totally pinned.

“Look at this…” He palmed at my rear end and snapped the thong quickly.

“No! Don’t!” I screeched. His palm was hot. Or maybe my skin was hot. I didn’t know which. He rubbed it for a second.

His mouth was right against my ear and hot breath tickled me, so I squirmed, and then he growled low in his throat. “You’re a very naughty girl telling me no.” Then his hand wedged under my hips and he cupped me between the legs. I gasped. I felt a finger dip into the panties and touch my opening. Oh no. God, no.

He groaned. “How come you’re wet down here, Tia?” He let out a little chuckle, a supremely pleased one. “Could it be? Do you enjoy being overpowered?”

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, and held my breath. His finger circled leisurely and then I felt him gyrate ever so slightly against my behind.

“You do. Fuck. And you’re all mine.” His tongue was now tracing from my earlobe up the ridge of my ear. “How did I get this lucky?”



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