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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“So you wanna watch a movie or somethin’? We can throw something on to watch while waiting for food.”

“That sounds good.”

I motioned toward one sofa and took the other one.

He was in faded jeans and a soft-looking gray t-shirt. He looked good in jeans. He looked good in shorts. He looked good in a suit, man he looked good in a suit. And he looked damn good in those low-rise track pants. It took a lot of hot for a guy to look good in sweats and Dario Ferrano owned hot in those sweats. But most of all, he personified all that was hot in those boxer briefs in the mornings. He was buff. He also had this way, this intensity in the way he carried himself. He drew attention. He had to get female attention wherever he went.

It was a weird day. I was used to being alone. At the resort I’d spend hours alone waiting for an assignment. There was a little socializing with the other slaves, but Cleo hated me so much that the others generally avoided me so they wouldn’t get lumped in with me and face her wrath. So I was used to my own company, something I would never have said before Thailand but since becoming Felicia I was used to being alone. Not alone with the freedom to change the channel, not able to eat whatever and whenever I wanted, and so forth. I still hadn’t fully wrapped my brain around my new circumstances. It was a lot to swallow.

Dare put The Hobbit on. It was a switch to watch something that wasn’t porn. I almost giggled at one point because I started imagining the hobbits doing it. I got my mind off that by glancing in his direction and seeing him flex his biceps to put his hands behind his head, which got me thinking about him having sex. Dang. I started to get hot under the collar.

A little while in, I heard a buzzer and he paused the movie and then went to the wall near the door where there was an intercom. A few minutes later he answered a knock on the door and a teenaged boy came in, gave me a wave, and put a big pizza box and a large paper bag with twine handles on the island. He and Dare spoke in what must’ve been Italian for a minute and then Dare reached into his pocket to fetch out some cash and put it in the kid’s hand before he ruffled his hair and then the boy was on his way, waving at me on his way out. Dare brought the food to the coffee table, then brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses, and flicked the movie back on while he set all the food out.

I ate while watching the movie, for the first time in almost two years not overly conscious of what I was eating. I really enjoyed the food and not just because it’d been two years since I’d had pizza. This was the best pizza I’d had in my life, hands down.

He paused the film after the meal to step out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, which was nice since it was his apartment. I didn’t know if he did it for my benefit or because he preferred smoking outdoors, but when he came back in he cleared the leftovers away and put them in the fridge. I felt lazy. And full. I felt like I should be doing something. But it all felt so weird. He stretched out on the one couch so I followed suit and lay down on the one I was on.

I woke up when the credits were rolling. I was asleep on the one couch and he was asleep on the other. But there was a soft gray blanket over me, so he must’ve put it on while I was asleep and the idea of that gave me a twinge in my chest.

He was so handsome. And asleep he didn’t look at all pissed off like he usually did. Then again, he was probably pissed off because he had to deal with me. I was a complication in his life.

He was asleep on his back, his t-shirt riding up, his hand flat on his bare, chiseled belly. God, he had sexy hands.

I could see his blond happy trail and his jeans were low, showing the start of the V heading down to his groin. His feet were now bare, his socks laying across the arm of the sofa by his feet. My eyes lazily took him in from toe to head and then back down to the happy trail. My mouth started to water and I squirmed. When I’d taken him in my mouth the other morning it was awesome. He was well-endowed. He was well-groomed down there. And the feel of his strong, sexy hands in my hair while his cock was in my mouth? It had me wet and ready. More than ready.


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