Dom Wars: Round One

Look at that punk Jennifer is with. Notice a resemblance dad? He's a fucking prick like you. Bossing her around, treating her like a possession rather than a fucking treasure!" I yelled. "Because you showed her what kind of man to look for, didn't you dad!

He is beautiful. He is goddamn perfect." She stepped closer to him and I tensed. "And you will not hurt him anymore. Not one of you. Because I am his protector. His rear guard. I am his.

I, Lucian Bane… do solemnly promise Tara Reese…. To always be her rear guard…to protect her…. make her laugh out loud…. Beat a motherfucker into the ground for looking at her." I wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Not my business, I guess. I teach you what I know, He shows you what to do with it. Bane, you don’t need me to mediate nothing with Him. He’ll establish direct connections with you the same way He has with me.

Yeah, you feeling that Bane? He’s here. Ready when you are.” I swallowed, my palms suddenly sweating. Ready for what? What did He want with me, want to do with me? Why me, what had I done? Was this penance for my sins? How was I supposed to do anybody any good if I had no idea what goodness actually was, how was I not as lost as the next person? Be still.

One hand smothered her laughter in unconscious effort to keep from advertising our presence more than necessary. “It is too. Who’d have imagine big, bad Lucian Bane is afraid of spiders.

One thing I’d come to learn as a Dom was sometimes submitting was the greater and smarter thing to do. “Clear here.

I'm going to imprison you in pleasure. Until you're crying. Until you're begging. Until your well kept secrets are on fire and dripping down your thighs. I'm going to crush your sexy resistance with my lips and tongue. And I'm going to be right at your scorching mouth, eating up the sounds of your mind blowing orgasm until you say it-- no, until you scream it. Lucian. Lucian Bane. That's what I want you to scream while I milk the ecstasy from your pretty little soul.

desire through my bones and flooded me with reckless needs to tear into her body, mark her so hard and deep that she had to be mine.

Many people confuse a Dom personality with a Dom's position of authority. The two are not exactly the same or interchangeable. A true Dom dominates. Plain and simple. And by dominate, we mean does what it takes to get a job done. Even if that means submit.

Fuck, baby. I can hear it. I hear all your beautiful secrets in my name. I want them. I want you. All of you. Give me what's fucking mine.

Every time I set you free, you run further from me. What the fuck am I doing wrong? Tell me so I can fix it. So you see that I fucking love you.

What they saw was a hero baby. That's what you are. A survivor. A strong woman. Beautiful... Funny as hell... Sexy... Sweet...

For the next three days, I'd piece her together. After I tore her completely apart.

Domaholic?" His voice went all funny with amazement. "Fuck, you're so cute.

After getting her settled safely on the couch, I retrieved a sterile razor blade from the kit in the closet, along with alcohol swabs, gloves, and gauze. A fluffy white towel came from the bathroom.

One less sweet angel about to get burned where the devils come to play.

Her innocence was brutal and there was something about it, something different that turned my Dom into a prowling wolf.

stroked her body softly and carefully, rocking her, kissing her everywhere I could reach. I didn't care who saw. Fuck them. Fuck all of them sick bastards.

Sometimes Submission is the Dominant thing to do, love.

You’ve always been the million to me sweetheart. When I won your heart…” He stroked the hair along my face. “I won so much more than a million dollars.

I had no hope,” I sobbed. “You made me hope, you brought me back to life, to happiness and love that I’d never dared to dream of anymore.

Real Dominance isn't always measured in muscle. Nor is it always measured in Intelligence. But rather it is measured... In heart.

I was the real winner of Dom Wars. I’d won the treasure of a lifetime in Tara. Nothing else mattered except getting us both out of here alive.

Preacher nodded then dove beneath the water, bare ass the last thing we saw. Becca made annoyed sounds that indicated sure punishment later for him.

It is too. Who’d have imagine big, bad Lucian Bane is afraid of spiders.