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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She blushed, stirred, took a sip of the milk, and moaned. Then she said, “They taste better when they’re triangles. I didn’t know if you’d agree.”

I grinned. “Does something magical happen to triangular food?”

“Absolutely!” She smirked at me and I felt a pang at that smirk. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

She lifted another triangle and the moan that she made as she ate it, her eyes rolling back, it went right to my fucking cock. Evidently, I seriously needed to get laid.

But how could I get laid if I was keeping up with my ‘man whore no more’ plan? It’d be complicated to start a new relationship while she was living here, too. What woman who was marriage material would be okay with me having a chick live at my place?

I had to keep her close, though, to make sure that the Kruna scumbags didn’t get suspicious. Maybe I needed to push the no man whore plan out a little. Go to a bar, get laid, get sex off my brain for five minutes.

A voice inside me said:

Or maybe just take the angel in front of you. Problem solved.

That voice had been nagging at me since the minute my fingerprint opened that tablet and it was getting fucking louder. It was trying to tell me that I could take her, that taking her wouldn’t mean I was taking advantage, that I could take her and be gentle with her and she’d get healthy and we’d get what we both wanted.

For her, safety and knowledge that she was out of the reach of the Kruna scumbags. For me, my beautiful redhead who liked to fuck, who’d never cheat, and who’d give me a family and be fine with whatever life I made for us, whether it was in a world of shady shit or living in the country or moving to Yellowknife to be a bush pilot.

But yeah, taking her? How was I any better than my father if I did that? I’d never have a girl who really loved me, only one who was obligated to pretend she did.

Forget that shit.

But Tommy did it.

Yeah, he did. And despite how they got going Tia now loved him. Her world revolved around him. I wanted that. I fucking dreamt about having that and unfortunately, those dreams were vivid and before the wedding I’d even had a few vivid dreams about having it with my brother’s girl.

But once he slid that ring on her finger and I saw how she looked into his eyes like he was her everything, she started really feeling like family, thank God. And as far as having another girl fall for a Ferrano boy after being thrust at him? Sold to him? Well…lightning usually didn’t strike twice.

I pushed my plate with the untouched sandwich back. “On second thought, I gotta hit the gym. Be back later.”

Her expression dropped, but she quickly recovered and gave me a nod.

I headed to my bedroom and got my workout gear and threw jeans and a tee into a bag with it and headed out. The gym was in the building. Maybe I’d go for a drink afterwards.

“Oh, my, Gawd!”

I looked over my shoulder and saw a skanky-looking bleach blonde in fuck-me heels, big hair, and a hot pink tube mini dress approaching me. Aw fuck. Not her.

“Dario Ferrano, slumming it?” Casey was in Debbie’s clique in high school. I was in a bar down the street from my building, post workout. I’d texted Zack to see if he wanted to meet me for a drink, thinkin’ it’d be good to hang with someone who knew the predicament I was in.

“Slumming it?”

This wasn’t exactly a dive bar.

She gestured to me with her hand, “I haven’t seen you in jeans since I don’t know when. High school? Mr. Dapper Dan is always in a suit. What’s up? Leather jacket and jeans? You’re like a bad boy or somethin’ tonight.”

She sat on the stool beside me and threw back the last of the pink liquid in her glass and then gave me another once over, her eyes lusty.

“Just finished a workout.” I flashed a smile.

She had a great rack, a great fake rack. Casey’d been pretty well flat-chested at graduation. Now she had double D’s, at least. “And I’m always a bad boy, babe.”

“So, how about you buy me another drink, bad boy?” she flirted.

A text came in from Zack. “Sorry man, on a stakeout and can’t make it. Hit me up next time.”

“Bartender?” I called out. “Another vodka for me and another pink sludge or whatever the fuck that was for this lovely lady.”

After my peanut butter and jam sandwich, I pondered it for a while and then after about half an hour of thinking about it, decided it’d maybe be okay if I took a long bath in Dario’s master bathroom. He had one of those peanut-shaped whirlpool tubs big enough for two. He didn’t have any sort of frou- frou bath stuff and none had been packed with my things so minus bubbles, but the bath was still heavenly.



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