Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

He’s a good man. Dom is a good man.

BITCH, YOU DONT KNOW HIM WTF

“Did you seriously tattoo my whole fucking finger?” Where my wedding ring briefly was, is Dominic’s name in black ink, circling the digit. Above that, where a band might be, is Dominic’s name again. But it doesn’t stop there. Above that, between the next set of knuckles, are two more Dominics, stacked one on top of the other.

He’s fucking unhinged. I would crash the fuck out

“How did you even do this? Did you drug me again?” Dominic turns to face me. “I wasn’t going to let you feel the pain.” My outraged retort withers in my throat. What sort of answer is that? I press my fingertips into my temples. “I can’t believe I have to say this,” I grumble. “You can’t drug me again. That can’t be healthy.”

He needs to stop fucking drugging her wtf

His shirt is unbuttoned, and he runs his ointment-covered fingers across his neck one last time before he lets me push his arm down. “Dominic!” I gasp. “You were right, Angel. It’s only fair.”

Bitchhhhhhhh

I lean closer, shaking my head while I stare at the giant name tattooed across the base of his neck. My name. Valentine. In big black letters. Not able to stop myself, I reach out and trace the V.

He’s unhinged 😭😭😭

I can’t possibly focus on that. Because there, right above Dom’s cock—like directly above the base of his fucking cock—are the words Til Death. Big block letters to match his Valentine. A lewd, oversized version of the tiny Til Death on my fingertip.

He’s crazy lmaoooo

First marketing girl raises her hand. “Well, I don’t like working. So if you’re ever looking to turn your duo into a throuple, just let me know. I’d love a sugar daddy.” “I don’t share.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Damn.” Bri drags the word out. “Sounding like a member of the family already.”

LMAOOOOOOOO

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.” I’ve never given someone this sort of claim over me, and it feels fantastic.

She’s so screwed lmao

“And inking the last words of my vow to you above my fucking dick.” I reach down and cup my hand over the front of my pants. “That’s all for you, Angel. So when you’re ready to wrap those lips around my cock and take me into your throat, you’ll be eye level with my promise to you. Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.”

Bruh this would be so much more romantic if he hasn’t been drugging her and if he didn’t trick her into marriage.

I’m so fucked.

Yes you are

It’s time for me to push back.

It’s about time

“What are you doing?” I hiss. He runs a hand over his head, and my belly clenches. Because I remember doing that. “Just gonna go grab a shower,” he says casually, then starts to jog up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he pauses. “Oh, I’m out of towels up here. Could one of you bring some up? I’ll leave the door open.”

LMAO HE PETTY

“Uh, Val…” Rob says cautiously. “I can’t let you kill him.” I huff as I shove the towel into the bread slot on the toaster. “I won’t plug it in.” I think I hear the girl snicker, but I don’t stop. My thick shoes sound heavy on the steps, and I’m practically huffing by the time I reach the top. How dare he. At the end of the hall, our bedroom door is open. How fucking dare he.

LMAOOO THEY FUNNY ASF

“Here’s your fucking towel,” I snap, then throw the whole toaster over the top of the glass wall. I make sure I don’t hit him because I don’t want to actually crack his head open, but the sound of metal meeting marble is satisfying as hell. “What the—” Dom jumps away from the noise. I turn and leave. Message delivered.

HAHAHAHA

Except booming laughter follows me. And it makes me more furious. And when hot tears fill my eyes, I get even madder. He’s laughing. And I’m dying inside. “Wife!” Dom shouts after me. My inhale is choppy. “Fuck you!”

They so funny

“I don’t want to fuck you,” I lie. He chuckles against my hair as his hips lift. He pulls aside my thong, and the head of his cock nudges against my slippery entry. “That’s fine,” he groans. “I’ll fuck you.” His hips thrust forward, and he buries his length inside me.

I know she said she was lying but she still said no so he should fucking stop geez wtf

“Now, this is your final warning. Every time you call Rob, or any other man, hot or attractive or anything else that you know I won’t like, you’re going to wake up with a new tattoo.” He leans down until our noses are touching. “Don’t test me.”

Buddy is insane

“Those weeks after we met, when we were messaging… They were special to me. And I want to keep them, the memory of them. But it feels like they’ve been poisoned. Because every time I’m reminded about one of our conversations, I feel… I feel so fucking stupid.”

:(

“Because each time, I was talking to someone I thought might fall in love with me. Someone I thought was so interested in me that he needed to hear from me every day.” I inhale deeply. “You would always tell me to make your day better. And each time you did that, you made me feel useful. Needed.” Another slow breath. “But when I sent you that picture of me wearing this face mask on Halloween, I was flirting. Or trying to. And all the while, you were sitting at home, stringing me along, so that someday you could trick me into marrying you.” I finally raise my eyes back up to look at him. “And it hurts, Dominic. It hurts a lot.”

Damn bro

“Are you ready for me?” I have no right to ask her that. I’ve hardly even fucking touched her.

Then why did you ask bitch? You suck at foreplay

Then, with a feeling of rightness filling my chest, I put Val’s real birth control pills into the safe. And lock it.

That’s so fucked up. What the hell

“Where was Val when her mom died?” the woman, Savannah, asks from King’s side. I turn my gaze to King’s wife and tell her, “Val was at her apartment in Florida.” The blond woman’s eyes widen, and I bring mine back up to meet King’s. “Now ask me how her mom died.” I can see his jaw working. “Val.” He looks at me but asks her, “How did your mom die?”

Damn bro. I’m happy he stood up for her but he’s still a DICK

“I’m Dominic.” She places her palm in mine, even as I hear her psychotic husband growl. “But feel free to call me Daddy.”

LMAOOOOOOOO

Nero steps up close behind me. “I kinda like you, Dom.” I smirk at him over my shoulder. “Feeling’s kinda mutual.” He slaps a hand, hard, in the center of my back. “It’d be a shame to have to kill you.” He moves to step around me, so I get him with a backhand to the gut. “Feeling’s still mutual.”

LMAOOOO I LOVE THEM ALL TOGETHER

Nero clenches his fist around the knuckles. “I know how to kill people.” “What a surprise,” I deadpan. Nero grunts. “Can I keep these?” “Fuck no.” I open and close my hand in a gimme gesture. “Your slender little fingers don’t even fill it out properly.” King snorts.

LMAOOOOO

“Who’s that?” Nero asks as he tries to slip his hand into my pocket to grab my brass knuckles. I knock his hand away. “Rob, my second. Now quit trying to grab my nuts.” King gives us a look.

😭😭

“What’s in your pockets?” Nero asks him. “Get your own fucking brass knuckles, man.” I shake my head. “They aren’t that hard to find.” Nero, god of the underworld, frowns in disappointment before he finally moves. Rob lifts a brow at me in a what the fuck sort of way. And I shake my head in a these two are fucking weird way.

They acting like brothers lmao it’s so cute

“What’s in the bag?” Val asks, having made her way back to my side. “Gifts.” I gesture with my open hand. “Ladies, if you will.” They all look at me a little funny, then finally, Savannah, Aspen, and Payton stand next to each other in front of me. “You, too,” I tell Val, and she joins the row. I can already see Nero grinding his teeth, and I can’t wait to give his wife something worth more than a car.

Omg he got all the girls gifts😭😭😭😭 buttttt he still purposely threw out Val’s birth control, and drugged her to tattoo her, and drugged her to marry her….

Nero still has his chin on his wife’s shoulder, reaching around to hold her arm up while he continues to inspect the bracelet. “You ever added diamonds to a pair of knuckles?” “Jesus Christ, man.” I shake my head. “Do you want me to order you a fucking set?” Nero looks up. “Yeah.” I almost laugh. “You want it fucking sparkly?” “Bet they break skin nicely.” I take a moment to consider it and have to agree.

LMAOOOOOOO

Nero shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, looking back and forth between the guys before he tips his head to Dom. “Kitchen is fully stocked if you want to prove yourself, Chicago. Make me some cookies.”

Dude Nero is hilarious

It’s not like Dom would have a way to screw up my pills. Unless he’s been feeding me antibiotics without my knowledge. But I don’t know how he’d manage that. Plus, he promised not to drug me again. And that seems like it would count as drugging.

Little do you know girl

If we don’t get to those concrete tunnels, we’re going to die. And Valentine isn’t dying. Not today. Not fucking today.

Can she have 1 normal fucking Christmas?

They’re women. My mouth drops open. There are like twenty fucking women raining down hell on the people attacking us. Maybe more than that.

This is amazing

“Who are you?” I whisper. The man doesn’t look up. “Later.”

I bet it’s Hans

Aspen’s jaw drops just as Payton lets out an aww from the other side of the counter. Aspen swings her head around to face Payton. “You think that’s sweet?” Payton doesn’t look at all embarrassed when she nods her head. “It is.” Aspen guffaws. “It’s psychotic.”

Clearly Aspen is the only sane one

“After I threw my ring out the car window, Dominic drugged me and tattooed his name on me. One time for every man I’ve been with.” “I knew you wouldn’t have done that on your own.” Savannah slaps her hand down on the counter. “I’ve heard finger tattoos fucking hurt.” Instead of the anger I expect to see on Aspen’s face, she looks impressed. “Okay, that’s kinda hot.” I laugh. “You’re just as crazy as the rest of us.”

Clearly I spoke too soon