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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When I came back in she was standing by the island in my black fleece robe with two cups that she’d poured.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asked me.

“Just black. Like my soul,” I joked.

She gave a thin smile, a fake smile.

“Sugar’s there.” I opened a cupboard and pulled out a canister of sugar.

Her eyes widened.

“Milk?” I asked and opened the fridge.

She nodded a little nervously.

I passed it to her and then fetched a spoon from the drawer. She was hesitant for a sec and then she spooned two big heaping spoons of sugar into her coffee, added a big glug of milk and stirred it and then took a small sip, wincing probably at the heat, but her eyes rolled back like it was the best cup of coffee she’d ever had.

“Lemme guess. They didn’t allow you to have milk and sugar.”

She gave me a little nod. “Or coffee. Green or jasmine tea, mostly.”

“Gross. So,” I sat at one of the stools in front of the island and motioned for her to take the one beside me, “I know it’s still probably sinkin’ in but the things I told you last night – I need to reiterate that we have to play things very carefully. I can’t have them at all suspicious about my motives so it’s best you stay here and in case they’re watching outwardly it’ll look like you’re here, you’re mine. Until I know there’s no threat. We’ve gotta take things one step at a time.”

She chewed her cheek, staring past me, into space.

“I’ll move my stuff outta the den and get a better bed in there for you. That futon bites. Once we have it all sorted, I’ll help you get set up somewhere else. It could take a little while and we might have to get creative but if we play it carefully there’s no reason why you can’t eventually get back to a regular life. I dunno how long it’ll take me to feel sure that they’re not watching and we’d be safer to get you a new identity. They wouldn’t take kindly to hearing you were set free because that’d put their secrets in jeopardy. And as far as contacting your family…”

She jolted like she’d been prodded with a branding iron.

“You all right?” I put my hand on her arm. She looked at my hand and then at my face, then her eyes shot toward the floor.

“I know this is a lot to take in, angel, but if you can communicate with me it’ll put my mind at ease. Try to help me out here.”

Her coffee cup slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor, spilling hot coffee on the both of us.

“Fuck!” I reacted and she hit the deck and turtled, covering her face.

“Whoa! You alright?” I grabbed a handful of kitchen towels from a drawer and threw them on the mess of coffee and broken porcelain. I reached down and touched her on the back. She was trembling. Hard.

“Hey? I’m not mad at you. It was an accident. Come on, up. Are you burnt?” I pulled her up to her feet.

The back of her hand was red. The front of the robe was wet. I took her to the sink and held her hand under running cold water. She was staring at my face. Our eyes met.

I wanted to get my head straight. I wanted him to put my collar back on. I wished there were a magic button or a magic pill that could undo the last 22 months so that my brain would be right. It wasn’t right. Not even close. My thinking that I was guarding myself and protecting it? I was so wrong. I didn’t know how wrong I was until I got out and tried to find function.

I wanted to ask him why he called me angel. Did he call every girl that? I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to take me. Hard. No. I needed him to take me. I needed sex so bad it was going to kill me if I didn’t get it soon.

His scent, his warmth, even the sound of his breathing…when I was in bed with him the last few nights it was so comforting. It was the safest I’d felt in more than 22 months, maybe even ever. But it was like one big, long foreplay lead-up. And I seriously needed to have an orgasm.

Yesterday, when we were on our way here from the airport, I was almost jumping out of my skin imagining that when we got in the door he’d throw me down and finally make me his. I was wet, my nipples were hard, and I could…not…wait. It had been a long stretch of deprivation, waiting to give it to my Master, not knowing a thing about that Master but then meeting him and wanting him, wanting him like I hadn’t wanted anyone… ever. He carried himself like an absolute Dom and


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