All Chapters of Dominated By Him: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia's POVEven seated in his wheelchair, Vito radiated raw power that made my skin prickle with awareness. His long legs were spread beneath the expensive fabric of his charcoal suit, the material stretched taut over what I could see were solid, muscular thighs. Despite his supposed disability, there was nothing weak about the man before me.I perched on his lap, my body moving restlessly as I tried to process the impossible situation I'd found myself in. The heat of him burned through his clothes, and I could smell that intoxicating scent of cedar and bergamot that seemed to cling to his skin.I've never done anything like this before.The thought hammered through my mind as I pressed closer, desperate to accomplish whatever it was he wanted from me. David's life hung in the balance. Alfonso's future depended on the next few minutes.When I realized he wasn't reacting to my tentative movements—no quickening of breath, no physical response beneath me—panic began to claw at my chest

Vito's POVShe is truly beautiful.The thought struck me with unwelcome clarity as I watched her kneeling beside my wheelchair, her naked form trembling with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. Everyone believes I am diminished, broken by my accident—blind and helpless, a shadow of the man I once was. But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin.This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience.Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve.The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't e

Sophia’s POVI stood frozen in place, staring at the door Vito had just disappeared through.What could be so urgent?Just moments ago, he'd been in complete control, orchestrating my humiliation with calculated precision. He'd made his demands clear, extracted my compliance, and secured my agreement to the marriage. But that phone call had changed everything in an instant. The way he'd spun his wheelchair around, the urgency in his voice when he'd answered that call—it was like watching a mask slip away to reveal someone entirely different.Who is Maria Castellano?The name echoed in my mind, along with the fragments of conversation I'd overheard. Something about a girl from twenty years ago, someone who'd saved his life. The raw emotion in his voice when he'd spoken to Nicholas had been unlike anything I'd witnessed from him before. Even when he'd been tormenting me, demanding the most degrading acts, he'd maintained control. But that phone call had shattered it completely.My hands

Vito's POVThe IV drip fell in steady rhythms, each drop echoing in the silence of the medical suite I'd hastily arranged in the east wing of my estate. Dr. Reeves worked with quiet efficiency, checking Maria's vitals and adjusting the flow of fluids that would help flush the toxins from her ravaged system.I sat beside the hospital bed, my wheelchair positioned close enough that I could reach her if needed. Her hand lay in mine—so thin I could feel every delicate bone beneath the translucent skin, so different from the strong grip of the eight-year-old girl who had pulled me to safety all those years ago.But it was her. It had to be her.Maria's fingers tightened around mine with surprising strength, just as they had in those dark tunnels beneath Little Italy. The same desperate grip, the same trust in a stranger who had promised to protect her. The parallel was so vivid it made my chest constrict with emotion I rarely allowed myself to feel."Don't let go," she whispered, her voice

Vito's POV"I don't mind about the marriage. I care more about David's safety than anything else."Her words echoed in my head like a taunt, each syllable stoking a fire of rage I hadn't expected to feel. Isabella Cohen stood there in that hospital corridor, graciously dismissing our engagement as if it were some minor inconvenience she was happy to be rid of, and something primitive and possessive roared to life in my chest.How dare she.The civilized part of my mind knew her response should have been exactly what I wanted to hear. After all, hadn't I been questioning this arranged marriage myself? Hadn't I just spent the morning contemplating whether to honor my debt to Maria over my obligation to the Cohen family? Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems.Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voi