Dominic by Natasha Knight is LIVE!
“Dominic crackles with delicious darkness and badass beauty. I loved every brilliant, twisted second of it!” ~NYT Bestselling author Annika Martin"No hero is as dark and sexy as Dominic Benedetti. This book was so raw in the best of ways. A definite read. Natasha Knight out did herself on this one." ~ Alta Hensley, USA Today Bestseller
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DominicI was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved. Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters. It didn’t matter that I liked the look of her. I didn’t care that she cringed when she saw my soul. I liked it. I liked her fear. And I wanted her. Monsters didn’t get to live happily ever after, though. I knew one day I’d have to go back. Because time neither forgave nor forgot. And neither did I. Old debts needed to be settled. Enemies punished. It was past time I returned to the family business. I’d been gone far too long. Gia All my life, I believed in fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. Never those. I always knew life was darker than that. I was the daughter of a foot soldier. The sister of a snitch. A nobody. Monsters had been part of my life for as long as I could remember, but none as dark as Dominic Benedetti. None as cruel. None as broken. I had no illusions about what he was. I had no desire to save his soul. And I couldn’t care about his bleeding heart. But love isn’t always beautiful. It could be a twisted, ugly bitch. I’d always known this was the kind I’d find. The only kind that could touch me. Because some of us, we belonged in the dark. And Dominic and I belonged in the dark. Author’s Note: Dominic is a steamy standalone romance. He is the ultimate Anti-Hero, so be prepared for a crazy, rough ride. To fully understand Dominic’s actions, I recommend reading the first book in the Benedetti Brothers duet, Salvatore. This book is intended for mature readers. No cliffhanger and no cheating.
☆☆☆☆4 Mafioso Stars☆☆☆☆
Natasha Knight has delivered one hell of a comeback for Dominic Benedetti and love him or hate, the man definitely knew how to get your attention. He was flawed, ruthless, and he made no apologies for who he was and for that alone, I respected the hell out of him. This isn’t just another Mafia Romance, this is this story of how two of the most unlikely people went from being sworn enemies, to having one of the greatest loves in their lives.
Seven years ago Dominic’s world was turn upside down. The family that he believed was his, the bloodline, the knowledge of knowing he was a part of one of the most powerful family was nothing more than a lie. For seven years he’s been living with a self hatred for himself and his sense of worth is no longer a priority for him.
“I was the boy who would never be king.
The monster who could never be loved”.
Being known as heartless and not giving a damn, his new job is now training girls and selling them off for auction to the highest bidder. But there’s one woman who’s about to change the game for him and everything he thought he knew, is about to change.
There are certain things that would shock the human eye and make us question alot of stuff but for Gia Castellano, those certain things became her normal. Being the daughter of a Mafia foot soldier, her knowledge of that life has exposed her to things she wished she could unseen. But when it comes to crossing the wrong family, those little things that she thought was a big deal? Is nothing compared to witnessing a horrific tragedy and being kidnapped.
Dominic and Gia’s journey together was filled with blood, deceit, and some very hot passion! What started off as vengeance one both their parts, quickly became so much more. Gia was a one heck of a heroine and I loved that she wasn’t this weak person and could’ve handled herself if necessary.
As for Dominic, he certainly had me sticking my head in the freezer to cool down! Everything about him exhuded power and when he made you a promise, you knew he was going to deliver. Did I agree with everything he did in the beginning? No. But I understood them and I think it made the storyline different and if it wasn’t for those actions, the outcome would have been more detained.
If you’re looking for hot dark Mafia Romance, this one is definitely for you.
4.0 "Angel of Death" Stars!
An eye for an eye. A life for a life. Who was I?
OH.MY.GOD.THIS.BOOK! IT'S SICK FUCK CRAZILY GOOD THAT LEAVE ME BREATHLESS AND PANTING! Natasha Knight just delivered the hottest, dirtiest and filthiest Dark Mafia Romance that will definitely make your toe curls and swallow you whole. And seriously, there's nothing more satisfying than this. Me, so lost with Dominic wanting and craving his darkness.
Now, bear with me. I am a Mafia book junkie and to say that I wanted it so dark and dirty is an understatement. Hell I wanted it more and Natasha gave it to me. Dominic is someone I never thought I could love more than Salvatore. Sure he piqued my interest but reading this book, right from the very start HE BLOODY OWNED ME!
He was …beautiful. Beyond beautiful. His face— it belied an innocence that did not belong to him. That I knew in my gut had never belonged to him.
First few pages and my heart was racing. I was so intent on knowing what's happening. It started gritty and dirty but it was deliciously written that I was loving and devouring every lines and words. Call me sick but I am lovin' every dirty and filthy things that happened. I was cringing in pain but I was lusting over Dominic and Gia. Can you blame me? The chemistry of these two is just off the charts EXPLOSIVE.Dominic, "I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved." Ruthless. Emotionless. A beast so broken life is lurking in the dark. Gia was no different either. With her bravery and strong persona lies the fact that she's held captive to be auctioned , a daughter of a foot soldier,a sister of a snitch, a nobody, and her life too is surrounded with darkness. Started off as captor, tormentor, jailor and captive relationship who would have thought these two shared more than that? Both have carnal and wanton needs for each other. So wrong yet so damn right like it's the only thing in the world.
Don’t think my eating your pussy means something. It’s just part of the job,”
“I smell you, Gia,” I whispered.
“I smell your sex . And I bet if I slid my hand between your legs, you’d be wet.”
I want you to fight me. I want to make you. I want to hold you down and fuck you until you scream my name. I want to come all over you, so you know who you belong to. So you know who owns you.”
Hot damn! Even in the filthiest ways and even in a woman's weakness, Natasha Knight could pull up a steamy scene where you have no choice but accept the fact you feel like so sick too because you are rooting for them and even cheered on them on the filthiest and dirtiest moment because it was really that good regardless. Fucked up right? But a good fucked up that is so evident with the build up of the story. Exemplary written that made me so captivated and engrossed with every turn of the pages. Yes I enjoyed the book so much. I maybe looking for more action but I really cannot deny the fact that it was so good and the story telling is vivid giving us a clearer picture, appreciating it more. The monster that is Dominic was portrayed well, even her interactions with Gia is brilliant. Their's is not a journey of fairy tales and unicorns instead an ugly journey between two broken souls who suffered so much ugliness in life, hatred, betrayal and deceit but in the end found love destined for them. They may be fucked up, but they found in each other a home.
Dominic Benedetti may be a monster, but he was a monster with a bleeding heart. That heart was in no way made of gold. It was more barbed wire and steel and sharp, deadly edges.Now go, grab your copies, the Benedetti Bastard is here for you. Get ready and fasten your seat belt because you're in for a journey you'll never forget.
An angel of death. That’s how I’d seen him at the cabin , where he’d been sent to break me. Now I knew it was true . He was my angel of death. But he would slay all my enemies, and he would protect and love me.
Dominic Fear has a distinct smell, something that belongs only to it. Pungent. Acidic. And at the same time, sweet. Alluring, even. Or maybe only sweet and alluring to a sick fuck like me. Either way, the girl huddled in the corner had it coming off her in waves. I pulled the skull mask down to cover my face. The room was dark, but I could tell she was awake. Even if she held her breath and didn’t move a single muscle, I’d know. It was the scent. That fear. It gave them away every single time. And I liked it. It was like an adrenaline rush, the anticipation of what was to come. I liked fucking with them. I closed the door behind me, blocking off the little bit of light I’d allowed into the small, dark, and rank bedroom. She’d been brought here yesterday to this remote cabin in the woods. So fucking cliché. Cabin in the woods. But that’s what it was. That’s where I did my best work. The room contained a queen-size bed equipped with restraints, a bedside table, and a locked chest holding any equipment I needed. The attached bathroom had had its door removed before my arrival. Only the bare essentials were there: a toilet, sink, and a shower/bathtub. The bathtub was truly a luxury. Or it became one at some point during the training period. The windows of both the bedroom and the bathroom had been boarded up long ago, and only slivers of light penetrated through the slats of wood. Both rooms were always cold. Not freezing. I wasn’t heartless. Well…I had as much heart as any monster could have. I just kept the rooms at about sixty degrees. Just cool enough that it wouldn’t do any damage but it wouldn’t be quite comfortable. I walked over to the crouched form on the floor. She stank. I wondered how long they’d had her. If they’d washed her during that time. I wondered what else they’d done to her, considering the rule of no fucking on this one. My various employers didn’t usually give that order. They didn’t give a crap who fucked the girls before auction. It’s what they were there for. But this time, Leo—the liaison between the buyer and me—had made certain I understood this particular restriction. I shoved the thought of rape aside. I didn’t do that. Whatever else I did to them, I didn’t do that. Some tiny little piece of my fucked-up brain held on to that, as if I were somehow honorable for it. Honor? Fuck. I had no delusions on that note. Honor was a thing that had never belonged to me. Not then, not when I was Dominic Benedetti, son of a mafia king. So close, so fucking goddamned close to having it all. And it certainly didn’t belong to me now. Not now that I knew who I was. Who I really was. More thoughts to shove away, shove so far down they couldn’t choke me anymore. Instead they sat like cement, like fucking concrete bricks in my gut. I stepped purposefully toward the girl, my boots heavy and loud on the old and decrepit wood. “Wakey, wakey.” She sat with her knees pulled up to her naked chest, her bound wrists wrapped around them, and made the smallest movement, tucking her face deeper into her knees. I noticed she still wore underwear, although it was filthy. That was new. By the time they got to me, they were so used to being buck naked they almost didn’t notice anymore. The three night-lights plugged into outlets around the bedroom allowed me to take her in. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. So dark, I wondered if it would be black after I washed the dirt and grime from it. I nudged the toe of my boot under her hip. “You stink.” She made some small sound and dug her fingernails into the flesh of her legs, crouching farther into the corner, folding and withdrawing deeper into herself. I squatted down, looking at what I could see of her too skinny body. I’d check her for bruises later, once I cleaned her up. Make sure there wasn’t anything that needed immediate attention. No festering wounds acquired in transit. “Did you piss yourself?” She exhaled an angry breath. I grinned behind my mask. There we go. That was different. “Lift your head, so I can see your face.” Nothing. I lay one of my hands on top of her head. She flinched but otherwise didn’t move. I gently stroked her head before gripping the long thick mass of hair and turning my hand around and around, wrapping the length of it tight in my fist before tugging hard, jerking her head back, forcing her to look at me. She cried out, the sound one of pain and anger combined. They matched the features of her face: eyes narrowed, fear just behind the rebellion in her hate-filled, gleaming green eyes. Her mouth opened when I squeezed my fingers tighter, and a tear fell from the corner of one eye. “Get your hands off me.” Her voice sounded scratchy, low, like she hadn’t spoken in a long time. I looked at her. Heart-shaped face. Full lips. Prominent cheekbones. Pretty. No, more than that. Aristocratic almost. Arrogant. Beautiful. Different. Different than the usual girls. She scanned my face. I wondered if the skull mask scared her. Fuck, it had scared me the first time I’d put it on. Nothing like death staring you in the face. “Stand up,” I said, dragging her by her hair as I straightened. She stumbled, but I kept hold of her, tilting her head back, watching her process the pain of my fist in her hair. Teaching her. Actions spoke louder than words. I always started my training from minute one. No sense in wasting time. She’d learn fast to do as she was told, or she’d pay. She’d learn fast that life as she knew it was over. She was no longer free. No longer human. She was a piece of fucking meat. Owned. Owned by me. That first lesson was always hardest for them, but I was nothing if not thorough. I guess you could say I’d found my true calling.
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LuciaIt all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters. I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us. That was five years ago. Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me. I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life. I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me. I was his, and he was mine. My very own monster. Salvatore I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved? I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased. It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be. Until Lucia. Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.
About the Author:USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.
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