Unbound (The Dominator #3) 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: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
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I called Nino and told him to make sure Nick Gordon left town no more than twenty-four hours from now, to find out where he was going and to make sure that he knew that he’d have eyes on him and if he came back, he’d be sorry. I wanted double security on my house again.

I also called a lawyer friend of our family who was helping me with Greg O’Connor.

“Hello!”

“Hey, Frankie?”

“Hey, Tommy. What’s up?

“Don’t take my protection away but get a message to O’Connor that he just lost my protection,” I told him. “I want him to squirm.”

Greg O’Connor’s letter to Tia said that he wanted to see her. That it was very important and not to tell me about it.

I’d had Tino visit him after we got back from Costa Rica and he told him that he needed to leave her be, otherwise lose my protection. If he wanted to speak to her, he’d go through me and I’d approach her to see if she wanted to see him.

His going behind my back with that little punk? He should get shanked in gen pop. He should be scared. I wasn’t pulling the plug on protection yet but he would lose some sleep, for sure. I didn’t know what I’d do about him long-term. He still has to stand trial for all his crimes with the law. After that, he had to stand trial with my wife for his crimes against her. I’d see what she wanted done about him later. I headed to the Ferrano Enterprises office.

Tommy came home late. I was in bed, the lights out. He probably thought I was asleep, but he still took me into his arms and held me close. I considered pulling away, but I was all out of fight for the day. So, I didn’t.

Because I didn’t, he started to kiss my neck, my shoulders, feel up my boobs. And then his hand was in my panties. I was wearing one of his shirts, but not one he’d worn recently.

I’d done laundry and cleaning all day, taking my anger out on my house. At least it was productive. He liked me in his shirts. I liked being in his shirts. So, I had on a black dress shirt, half-buttoned.

I arched into his touch, feeling myself get wet, feeling my nipples wake up. His circling motion went deeper. He nibbled on my earlobe.

“Mad?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, but it came out breathy.

“Wanna take it out on me?” he invited.

I twirled around and straddled him. “That’d be another yes.”

He whipped the shirt over my head and sat up, me still on him, my knees on either side of his hips, then his hands both went to my crotch and he purposely ripped my underwear straight off. I heard the fabric protest before it was shredded. He pushed his hardness into me. I attacked his mouth with mine. I yanked at his hair and then attacked his throat and started to suck, hard, giving him a hickey.

He let me do that for a moment and then he flipped me to my back and had my hands pinned. He was trying to tie my ripped underwear around my wrists and secure my wrists at the rails of our headboard. I fought back and wriggled and squirmed until he let me get away. I rolled off the bed and stood.

He jumped to his feet. He was naked. His cock was at attention. For a second, he looked like he was gearing up for a fight. But then I licked my lips and threw myself at him.

He caught me, lifted me up and kissed me.

“Put me down.” I had a change of heart.

He set me back on my feet.

“Play,” I demanded. I needed a game.

“Stakes?” he asked.

“Chase. Winner take all.” That meant he chased me, caught me, and forced me to submit.

“You got to the count of one. One.” He grabbed me and picked me up by catching my bottom. He lifted me, stepped to the side and put my back to the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“No, let go. Give me to five.”

“New game.”

“What? No. I want that one.”

“New game.”

“What new game?” I whined.

“Resistance. Then edging. I don’t let you come until you beg. Then I stop right before you come and work you up again.”

“What if I won’t beg.”

“Wanna bet I can’t make you beg? I’ll keep at you.”

“How is this fair?”

“We both win. You get to come when I let you.”

“What do you get?”

“Power.”

“Hm.” I paused. “Put me down a sec. Gotta pee.”

He set me on my feet.

“I fibbed. Chase me first.” I dashed out of the bedroom and zoomed down the hall.

He came after me. “You just forfeited your chance to negotiate, baby girl. Now I get to make all the rules.”


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