Truth or Dare (The Dominator #2) 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: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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I got a suit from the closet and said, “Will you order breakfast and coffee for us, please?”

She was taken aback.

“What would you like, Master?”

“What do you like for breakfast?” I asked her.

“I usually have fruit and Greek yogurt.”

“Is that what you like?”

“Uh…it’s what I usually have.”

“What do you like?”

She shook her head at me, her brows furrowed.

“What?” I said, probably a little too impatiently.

“I… I don’t know.”

Something wasn’t right with her. Was she having some sort of episode or something? She was trembling all over.

I sat on the bed and leaned closer. “What’s wrong; you okay?”

She nodded but her hands were trembling.

“Hey?” I took her face into both hands and leaned close. “It’s gonna be okay.”

She started to huff and puff. She was hyperventilating.

Then she grabbed for me and clutched me tight.

I flinched at first but then put my arms around her and rubbed her back. “It’s okay,” I said.

“Master?” she whispered.

I had to get her to stop calling me that. But I’d work on that later. “Yeah?”

“Can I ask you for something?”

“Yeah,” I answered and she clung to me. My nose was buried in her hair. It was so soft.

“Will you please take me?”

“Yeah, I’m taking you. You’re coming home with me, Felicia.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much for that. I’m honored that you choose me. I can’t even express how honored that you’re taking me with you. But Master, will you please take me now? Please?” She was shaking, her voice was shaking, and my throat was going dry.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. No one will hurt you again. They know you’re mine, so they won’t even try.” My gut twisted at my own words.

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So much. But will you please take me?”

I shook my head. “I’m not getting you, baby. Take you where? Back to Alaska, you mean?”

“Take, fuck me,” she whispered into my chest hoarsely, “Please Master, will you fuck me, please?”

Whoa. Motherfucker.

I pulled back. “Not here.” I let go of her.

She looked down. She looked crushed. This girl was seriously damaged goods. I felt a pang of sadness for this poor, sweet, angelic-looking girl who was nothing but a profitable piece of ass to these sick scumbags.

“What’s the hurry, angel?” I asked gently, wanting to settle her down. “There’s no hurry, okay? Let me deal with things and then we’re outta here tomorrow. Lots of time, okay?” I cupped her jaw.

The color drained out of her face. Her mouth dropped open. I tilted my head, watching her. She stared off into space looking catatonic. She was still trembling.

“What do you want for breakfast? Bacon and eggs?” I asked gently. She stared straight ahead, like she wasn’t even here, like she was in shock.

“Felicia?” I let go of her and snapped my fingers in front of her face. Her attention snapped back to me.

“Breakfast?”

She shook her head. “Whatever you’d like me to have, Master.” Her eyes, her eyebrows, they were twitching in confusion.

I picked up the phone and ordered and then went into the bathroom to shave. I heard knocking. I quickly took the last stroke and rinsed and then grabbed a towel and blotted my face as I headed to the door. She was still in bed sitting against the headboard with the covers up to her armpits.

I opened the door and a bellboy pushed a cart in. That woman who was with Rafe Ruiz yesterday was beside him, “Mr. Ferrano,” her eyes darted toward Felicia, “Is everything to your satisfaction?”

I was losing my patience with these people. I gave her a dirty look. “I told Ruiz that I didn’t need anything. I’d like to eat. If you’ll excuse me, please.” I motioned for her to leave. She glanced at Felicia quickly and I sidestepped to block her view and raised my brows at her. She quickly retreated. I got the impression she wanted her alone, but that wasn’t happening. Something about that woman did not sit well. Hell, none of these people sat well. I shut the door. The luggage rack had a large trunk.

“Get dressed. Rap on the door if room service comes and I’ll deal with it. You don’t answer this door at all,” I told her and was about to step out onto the balcony for a smoke.

“What would you like me to wear, Master?” she asked softly, looking pale, sickly pale.

I stared at her for a beat. “Is there something you’d, ah, like to do when I’m done with my tour?” I asked.

She stared at me blankly.

“Do you want to go to the beach? If so, put on a swimsuit. If you wanna go for a walk, shorts and a tank maybe? It’s sweltering hot out there today. We’ll do what you wanna do when I get back.” I shrugged.

Clearly, she would need direction at every turn.



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