A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2)

by Black, Lena

  I walk us around the bed and fall onto the mattress with her beneath me. I gyrate my hips into her and she meets them, pushing her cunt into the air. My lips descend, trailing along her flat tummy to the flesh just above the jean line. I rise up from the bed and watch her lie there, waiting for me to claim her. I rip my shirt and pants off, tossing them carelessly to the side. I reach for her and nimbly unfasten the button on her jeans, disposing of them quickly. She isn’t wearing any panties.

  Good fucking god, I’m a goner.

  “Sit up, gorgeous,” I order, and she follows without hesitation.

  I shove her top off her shoulders and my hands through her hair, removing the tie holding it in place. Her lush, wavy strands flow down her back and over her chest as she gazes up at me with those large blue eyes, from under long black lashes. She looks like a mythical being, a nymph, stormy and unobtainable, seducing me with her licentious ways.

  I reach out and graze her cheek, flush from arousal, feeling the velvety softness of her flesh against mine. I love the contrast between a woman and a man, gentle and rough, curvy and straight, soft and hard.

  “I want you, Damian. Please, take me away,” she quietly pleads, gazing up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Her lips quiver with anticipation, and I can’t wait to have her any longer. I spring onto her, attacking her mouth and neck with my eager lips. Her hands claw at my back as I descend her twisting body to her inner thighs, caressing them with my exploring tongue. I head back up to her cunt, dipping just enough for her to feel me glide along the crease, tasting her sweetness on the tip of my tongue. She’s still my favorite dessert.

  She jerks when I run over her hard little clit, thrusting her hands in my hair and yanking harshly as I continuously slide my tongue between her soft, pink lips. I tease and play with her throbbing clit, building her up until she’s ready to burst if she doesn’t have me, begging to have my cock deep inside her. She writhes and bows, tugging at my mussed hair, moaning with uninhibited delight as her thighs clench about my head.

  “I need you,” she breathlessly whispers after yanking my head back to look at me between her trembling legs. I rise up on my elbows and pull myself through so the head of my rock-hard cock presses into her soft opening. I want her so fucking bad, it radiates from every atom in my body.

  She adjusts her hips, and I sink into her, immersing myself in her suppleness. I groan and shut my eyes as I merge with her, becoming one.

  Mine.

  I rip her hands from my back and pin them above her head, holding the rest of her in place with my body. She whimpers in my ear as I slowly pull out to the tip then plunge back in balls deep, repeating this rhythm a few more times before picking up the pace. I rotate my hips so our pelvises grind together, moving in perfect sync with one another.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!” she cries out as I pummel her clit and fuck her across the bed.

  That’s right, angel, call out for daddy.

  No matter how deep I manage to get, it’s not enough. I need more. She flings her legs about my waist, which causes her hips to lift and gives me the depth I crave. I circle my hips, remaining buried far inside her tightening core, pulverizing her G-spot with precision.

  She writhes under me, fighting the orgasm building in her body, and yanks her arms in an attempt to touch me. But, I have her pinned in place, just as I want her, trussed up and open for me to take as I please. She is mine.

  “Oh, don’t…stop. I’m…about…to cum.,” she whimpers out between each thrust. I push her further, relentlessly working her hard, building her up until one final pump sends her spinning. Her twisting body and tensing pussy throb about my cock, making it impossible to hold on any longer, and I follow, exploding like a fucking A-bomb, bursting deep inside her womb.

  She cries out my name over and over, quaking viciously under me as I milk every last drop into her, draining me of any energy I possess. I weakly release her hands and they fly to my back, grasping on as tight as her delicate state will allow. I slither my arms about her waist and roll us over, pressing our wet, panting bodies together, blurring the line from one person to another.

  With little energy, she lifts her heavy head, and for the first time since our last morning together, she kisses me over my heart. I sigh, content.

  Her head falls back on my chest, and I tickle her back and caress her silky hair until I feel her fade, sinking into my torso. A few moments later, for the first time in a long while, I find sleep, cradling her in my arms, with one soothing thought lingering in my mind. I’m home.

  The next morning, I rise early, Elle still sleeping soundly beside me, sprawled out, and nude as a jaybird. Her golden tresses are wildly fanned out about her relaxed face, mouth hanging open slightly. I nimbly crawl out of bed and get dressed in jeans, a black tee, and worn out boots. I cover her up with a sheet before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

  While I’m grabbing plates from the cupboard, B comes in from the back kitchen door, leading to her prized garden. She’s covered from head to toe in soil, with a huge smile gracing her lips and her large brown eyes bright with joy. She’s always happiest when she’s messy with paint, dirt, or food.

  “Good morning. How’d ya sleep, kiddo?” She places a large basket on the kitchen table and kicks her muddy rubber gardening boots on the floor.

  “Good morning, B. I slept just fine. Thank you for asking,” I reply, preparing our plates from the assortment of food laid out on the counter in a buffet style spread. “You know, I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t refer to me as kiddo around Gabrielle, preferably at all if possible.”

  “Aw, why not? You are my kiddo,” she states, grabbing my chin and giving me a big, muddy kiss on the cheek.

  I laugh, wiping my face with a napkin. “Still, I don’t think it fitting considering my size. I’m hardly a child, and you’re only ten years older than me.”

  “True, but you’ll always be little Damian to me. You know that.” She washes her hands and face then dries them off. She takes out three delicate teacups and a box of blueberry tea from the cabinet above her. She grabs the kettle off the stove and turns back to me to say, “How about this? For the sake of your manhood, I won’t call you that in front of your precious Gabrielle. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I reply, pleased with our negotiation.

  “I think she’s wonderful, kid…Damian. She’s a keeper.” She goes back to preparing our tea.

  “I’ve been meaning to call you. I know mother told you about Dante. I was wondering if you’ve heard from him at all, in the last few months perhaps.”

  “Yes, Vivi talked to me about Dante and Olivia. I’m truly sorry to hear about everything you two have gone through. I wish I could help you, but, no, I haven’t heard from him,” she answers with her back to me.

  She goes about her task of pouring hot water into the dainty cups and dunking the blueberry teabags inside, setting them aside to seep. She sighs and turns back to me.

  “You know we were never really close. He was always a very odd child. I just couldn’t relate to him.”

  “Vivian said he was always resentful of me, but I never understood why. He had everything he ever desired, never wanted for anything. Well, almost anything…” I trail off, avoiding the secrets racing through my head. “I thought he was my brother.”

  “I know, honey. He was never loyal to anyone but himself. I hate speaking this way about my nephew, but I always felt closer to you and the girls, more of a connection. You know I would tell you if I’d heard from him. You wouldn’t have to ask…”

  I smile faintly and shrug my shoulders, attempting to focus on menial tasks like placing scrambled eggs and mixed melon on Elle’s plate, buttering toast, and pouring orange juice.

  “How close are you to finding him? Do you have any news?”

  “I’ve been tracking him down, but he evades me, always a step ahead. However, along the way, I’ve uncovered something I’m conflicted about revealing. It goes deeper than any of us realized.”
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  “What do you mean?”

  I scoop up a spoonful of hash brown potatoes and plop them on my plate.

  “I can’t tell you. No one knows but me, not Elle, or Banks, or anyone else. It wouldn’t resolve anything by revealing it, so I don’t see any point in having anyone else worry.”

  “Kiddo, you are stubborn. You need to learn to let others in. It may take some of the burden off your shoulders…You can’t control everything all the time.” This sounds familiar. “Is she alright?”

  Gabrielle. My sweet Gabrielle. I miss her already.

  “No, I don’t believe she is. I want to tell her what’s been occurring, but I can’t.”

  I place my hands on the edge of the white tile counter and lean forward with my head hanging between my arms.

  “You can’t, or you won’t?” I can hear the disappointment in her voice.

  “I won’t. I won’t put her through this. She couldn’t handle it right now…She needs to fix some things before I would even consider it.”

  “What makes you believe she isn’t able to handle it?” She picks up our plates and places them on a tray along with two cups of blueberry tea.

  “Dante broke into her old apartment yesterday, and when she realized it was him, she had a total breakdown. Plus, she has family issues she needs to deal with first. I don’t want to put more on her plate than she can manage to get down.”

  “You should probably get back up there. I don’t want her to wake in a new place and panic if you aren’t there.”

  I pick up the tray and start to walk out of the kitchen.

  “Oh, wait!” she calls.

  She walks over to me from the basket on the kitchen table with a single long stem, red rose and places it sideways in my mouth.

  “Perfect,” she says, smirking up at me teasingly. I return the gesture with the stem clamped between my teeth. “Alright, don’t keep your ladylove waiting. Off with you.”

  She pats me on the shoulder and sends me on my way back to Elle.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A Softer Side

  I slowly rouse from my sex-induced slumber by the softest caress against my exposed flesh. It creeps up and down my body, tracing every contour. I gradually open my eyes and find Hunt standing over me with a delicate rose in his hand as he lightly glides it along my writhing form. My back twists when he runs it over my sensitive breasts and circles the erect nipple.

  “Good morning, angel,” he greets me with a face-splitting grin. “I assume you slept well.”

  “Yes, you assume right.” I stretch my arms up and let out a big yawn. “I missed you.”

  He leans in and kisses me chastely. “I thought we could have breakfast in bed. How does that sound?”

  “Delicious,” I purr, sitting up and kissing him on the tip of his nose. He picks up a bed tray off the side table and sets it over my lap, laying the rose next to my plate. He slides in next to me and I hand him his dish.

  “Thank you, angel.”

  “No, thank you,” I reply, smirking over at him.

  “It’s my pleasure. Now, enjoy.”

  I scan my plate. It all looks so good; I don’t know where to start. I feel starved, my tummy rumbling, and I grab my fork, digging in.

  After we finish eating, I get up, shower, and dress in a plain white tee, jean shorts, and black Converse high-tops. When I’m finished getting ready, I start to head downstairs, but my cell goes off. It’s Walker’s ringtone. I’m hesitant to pick it up because I know exactly what he’s calling about, and exactly what I’ll have to tell him.

  I break down and pick up, answering with a weak voice, “Hey, Walk, what’s up?”

  “Mornin’, love,” he greets me in that Irish brogue that still gets to me at times. “Not much. I’ve been workin’ nonstop for the past few days, and I need a break from it. Are ye up fer a movie in the park, tonight?”

  “It sounds like fun, but…I can’t.” It’s harder to get out than I thought it would be.

  “Ah, come now. Ye don’t have other plans, do ye?”

  “Sorta, well, I’m out of town at the moment.” Why can’t I just tell him what’s happened recently?

  “Out of town?” he inquires with that adorable accent. “Are ye at yer mum’s?”

  “No, um,” I sputter out, “I’m at a Bed & Breakfast…with Hunt.”

  There’s dead silence at the other end of the phone. “Oh, I see. When did this happen?”

  “It happened last Friday…We’ve decided to give it another chance.”

  “I hope ye don’t think this will stop me, love,” he says with an air of confidence that borders on cocky.

  “Walker, don’t pull this,” I snap. “I’ll admit, I shouldn’t have led you on these past few months, but I was lonely, and I enjoyed our time together. You really helped me, but if you want to remain in my life, you have to promise me you will respect my boundaries and wishes.”

  “Alright, Gigi,” he purrs. “I’ll play along…for now.”

  “Walker…!” I stomp my foot on the ground.

  “Enjoy yer little holiday. I’ll see ye soon.”

  He doesn’t wait for me to answer. The phone goes silent, and the line goes dead. I stare at my cell, with my mouth hanging open wide. I roll my eyes and huff, tossing it onto the bed. I march down to the kitchen and over to the pot for coffee, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard.

  “Hello,” a tiny voice says from behind me. I spin around to find an adorable, blue-eyed little girl sitting at the table, taking a big bite of multicolored cereal.

  “Hello,” I greet her with a soft tone. “My name is Ellie.”

  She smiles big at me, and I notice she’s missing the top two front teeth. “My name is Catlin.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Catlin. Are you a guest?”

  “No,” she giggles and shakes her head swiftly, tossing her long, dark brown hair. “I live here.”

  “Oh. Is Beverly your mother?”

  “Yep.” She goes in for another bite of her breakfast. “Are you here with Cousin Damian?” she asks with a mouthful of food, and I chuckle.

  “Yes,” I reply, walking over to her. “May I sit with you?”

  “Uh-huh,” she says, staring down at her bowl.

  “How old are you, Catlin?”

  “I’m eight,” she responds with a proud grin. “How old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-five.”

  “Wow. That’s old,” she remarks with genuine shock. “Cousin Damian is old, too.”

  I giggle at the thought.

  “I suppose it would seem that way,” I agree. “Do you like your cousin?”

  Her face lights up. I guess he has that effect on all females, young and old. “Yes, he’s really funny and nice.”

  “Yes, he is,” I agree with a fond smile and a nod of the head.

  “Do you like him?” she asks, never taking her eyes off her cereal.

  “Yes,” I murmur. “I love him.”

  “You do?” Her huge, crystal blue eyes shoot up to mine.

  “Well, sure. Don’t you?”

  She thinks about it for a second. “Yes, I do.”

  “It’s kinda hard not to,” I admit.

  “Are you his best friend?”

  “Well…” I trail off, unsure of how to answer her inquiry.

  “Yes, she is,” Hunt’s deep voice chimes in behind us. We turn to look at him. “And so much more.”

  “Hi,” I purr.

  “Hi,” he says back, with a sweet yet sexy smirk gracing his lips.

  “Damian!” Catlin cries, jumping up and running at him full speed. He bends down and holds out his arms to her, snatching her up when she gets within reach. He hugs and spins her around so her legs go flying about like a little ragdoll. She giggles and holds on for dear life. Her enormous blue eyes are gleaming with excitement.

  He sets her down and she clings to his waist.

  “When did you get here?” she asks, looking up at him with youthful admiration. />
  “I arrived last night when you were already in bed.” He pets her little head with his large hand, delicate and loving, combing her long, straight chestnut hair with his fingers.

  “Aww. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “I didn’t want you to lose any sleep. You’re getting so big, and you need your sleep, bug.”

  “No, I don’t,” she gripes, and Hunt laughs uproariously.

  He glances up at me with a sexual grin.

  “It looks like you both share something in common. You love fighting me every step of the way.”

  When Catlin isn’t looking, I flip him the bird with a mock-annoyed look on my face. He laughs again and pats her on the back. “Why aren’t you in school anyway?”

  “It’s summer, silly,” she giggles out, smiling up at him.

  “Oh, that’s right. You’re on vacation…Where’s your mother, sweetheart?”

  “Mom’s outside,” she answers, pointing toward the backdoor.

  “Thanks, bug.”

  She releases him, tearing her way toward the backyard, and screams, “Mom!”

  He saunters over to me and grabs my hand, yanking me up into him.

  “You know,” I utter, playing with the hem of his shirt, “I was thinking about what you said…Fighting you isn’t the only thing we have in common.”

  “No? What else?” he asks, grazing his lips against mine.

  “No,” I shake my head. “We’re both mad about you.”

  He moans and kisses me deeply, wrapping his arms about me tightly. “I’m mad about you, too, Elle.”

  “I have to admit, seeing you interact with her is both heart-warming and arousing. What is it about a man who loves kids?”

  He chuckles, sweeping loose strands out of my face.

  “Well, as long as we’re admitting things, I have a confession to make.” My whole body clenches, and I hold my breath. “I was watching you with her before I said anything. You were wonderful with her. It was an attractive sight.”