A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2)

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by Black, Lena


  I let out a sluggish laugh, shaking my head back and forth, amused by this idiocy. It’s really a shame. I used to admire and respect her. “There is no us, and there never truly was.”

  She seems taken aback for an instant, but manages to shake it off, continuing this insanity, “Oh, Damian, you know that’s not true…”

  “If this doesn’t have to do with the welfare of the magazine or Dante’s whereabouts, I’m going to insist you leave.” I gesture my hand toward the door.

  She takes a deep breath and rises, walking about my desk and tracing her finger along its edges as she slowly makes her way to me. She bends over, grasping the armrests of my chair, and places her face close to mine.

  “I’ve missed you, Damian…Haven’t you missed me even a little?” she inquires with her bed voice.

  This isn’t amusing anymore. I swallow down the acidy rage in my throat and push my chair away from her, causing her to stumble a bit.

  “No, Liv, I can’t say that I have.”

  “What happened to you, Damian? We used to be so in sync, so close. Then, you met that girl, and you disappeared on me. What happened to the virile, alpha creature that couldn’t get enough of me?”

  “That girl’s name is Gabrielle. But, you may address her as Miss Hyde...or, after this weekend, Mrs. Hunt.” I smirk wickedly at her and she stiffens up. I rise from my chair and confidently walk over to the bar near the sitting area, pouring myself a swig of whiskey. I turn back to her and find she has settled on the couch, legs crossed and skirt hiked up a little too high.

  “When are you going to learn, you are no longer a part of my life? I don’t want you, Olivia. You’re fucking poison.”

  I take a seat in the chair across the table from her, always keeping a physical barrier between us. I down my drink and swallow slowly, allowing the warm liquid to trickle down my throat. I set down the glass on the table and steeple my hands in front of my mouth, resting my elbows on the armrests.

  “She’s put that into your head. Don’t tell me you didn’t love fucking me, Damian, you couldn’t get enough…You always came back to me after every one of your pitiful subs because underneath it all, you know I’m what you want, what you need.”

  She gracefully rises and struts over to me, swaying her hips in fluid, exaggerated movements. She gets close so our legs graze, standing over me with that skirt still gathered a little too high about her firm, gartered thighs. I catch an unwanted glimpse of her black lace panties, and that first night together flashes in my mind.

  “You’re crossing a line you really don’t want to step over, Olivia.”

  “What if I do?” she asks, bending over me and splaying her hands on my thighs for support. “I’ve missed you, Damian. I want you…I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

  Her slack, plump lips are inching toward mine.

  “You disgust me,” I hiss out, and she pauses with a look of devastation.

  Suddenly, a familiar voice whimpers out from behind her, “Damian?”

  Ah, fuck! Perfect timing, angel, as always...This isn’t going to go well.

  I hastily shove Olivia away from me and rise to greet Elle at the door. “Angel, Ms. Montgomery was just leaving.”

  I go in for a hug, but she sidesteps me and heads toward Olivia standing by the couch.

  “What do you think you’re doing with my fiancée?” Elle asks, infuriated, thrusting her hands on her hips.

  “This is between Damian and myself. Stay out of it,” Olivia snaps back.

  “The only thing that should be between you two is space, and a lot of it. I think it’s time you leave, Olivia.”

  Elle points to the door. The rage in her eyes blazes, but she’s holding herself back, controlling that fire inside her. I’m incredibly proud of her in this moment, proud of the woman she’s becoming.

  “I’ll leave when I’m goddamn good and ready,” Olivia states, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff.

  “You’re ready now,” Gabrielle says with a smart-alecky, matter-of-fact tone that causes Olivia’s face to turn a brilliant red.

  “How dare you, you little gutter snipe!” She raises her hand up, and I rush to Elle’s side, but it’s too late. Olivia’s hand comes down at Gabrielle’s face, but she catches her by the wrist and shoves her back with her free hand.

  Her self-defense training with Kevin seems to be going quite well…I’ll have to give him a raise.

  “Don’t you ever raise your hand to me, you child-fucker!”

  Olivia catches herself on the corner of the couch, and I grab her by the bicep and haul her up, escorting her to the door. I open it up and push her out.

  “Rebecca, have Banks see Ms. Montgomery out of the building, and make sure she’s put on the no entry list. She is no longer employed with the magazine or this company.”

  “Damian, you can’t do that to me! I started View! It’s my fucking magazine!”

  I ignore her. “Did I make myself clear, Rebecca?”

  “Yes, sir, very,” she answers, giving Olivia an uncomfortable side-glance.

  “Excellent,” I respond, turning back into my office, slamming the door behind me, but not before Olivia calls back out to me, “You motherfucker! This isn’t fucking over!”

  I’m dumbfounded by what just occurred, so much so, I forget that Gabrielle is watching me with an infuriated stare. She stands near the couch with a look in her eyes that would make a weaker man tremble.

  “Gabrielle, nothing happened,” I state, holding my hands up in a defensive manner, attempting to defuse the bomb before it blows.

  “And I’m sure if I had been a moment later, that wouldn’t be the case. She was going to fuck you, Damian!” she shouts at me, throwing her arms up in the air.

  “Yes,” I nod, “she was trying, but I had no intention of allowing that.”

  She crosses her arms and taps her foot on the ground, understandably upset by the situation she just stumbled upon.

  “Whether you intended it or not,” she says, “she was alone with you in your office, trying to screw your brains out.”

  “Gabrielle,” I sigh out, “I’m perfectly capable of handling her.”

  “It didn’t appear so. She wouldn’t have gotten that far if you had been.”

  Alright, time to extinguish this inferno.

  I roll back my shoulders, straighten my back, and widen my stance.

  “If I remember correctly, you’ve kissed more than your share of men while you were with me…I didn’t kiss her or fuck her, and I wasn’t about to allow her to do so. Have I ever done anything to make you not trust me with other women?”

  She deflates, her shoulders sinking and her arms falling to her sides. “Oh god, you’re right,” she murmurs as clarity and regret washes over her face. “I’m taking my mistrust and rage out on you when it’s her I feel it towards…I’m so sorry, Damian.”

  I walk over to her by the couch and take her into my arms, cradling her close to me.

  “You have no reason to apologize.” I pet the back of her head, resting my chin atop it. “You shouldn’t trust her and you should be upset. I just want you to see that I love you, and I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you. I agree that I could have handled her with a firmer hand, so to speak. I suppose I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I was wrong, and I never intend to be again when it comes to her.”

  She clings her arms about my waist and holds me tightly, sighing as she relaxes into me, satisfied.

  ***

  We met friends and family at Hunt’s restaurant, The Bridge, named after its spectacular view of the Golden Gate and bay. They’re going to cater the wedding, as the head chef, Vincent Valentine, is one of the best in San Francisco. We were doing a tasting of the specially planned, three-course dinner and the wine selected to accompany it. Everything was simply superb and practically melted in your mouth.

  The wine made me brave and very frisky. I kept placing my hand on his thigh and moving it up to his twit
ching package. He would rub my hand and knuckle before setting it back in my lap and giving me a reprimanding side-glance. It deterred me momentarily, but, in my tipsy and very randy state, I wasn’t about to give up.

  Finally, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “Are you trying to test me, Gabrielle Hyde?” He plants his hand on my thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re making it extremely difficult for me to focus on our present company. If you don’t cease this behavior, I will punish you right here. Do you want me to make you cum in front of everyone, Gabrielle?”

  That’s when I remembered, I was wearing the vibrating, black lace panties at his request. That was all it took. I was on my best behavior after that, though, I felt antsy and eager. I fought my urge to jump into my soon-to-be husband’s lap and put on a show for our guests.

  After dinner, and a few too many glasses of delicious wine, Hunt and I head home, with Liam driving. We sit in the back, my legs flung over his lap and my head resting on his shoulder. He tickles my leg with the gentlest of touches, putting me at ease and leaving me totally aroused.

  When I lift my head, visually locating where we are and how far we are from home, I realize that we’re headed the wrong way. We’re driving toward the bay. Why are we going there? Right then, Liam pulls up to a long, empty pier, except for some lights and a few benches lining the sides. Before I have a chance to ask what the hell we are doing, Liam parks and Hunt jumps out to open my door for me. He holds out his hand and smirks down at me with a devilish grin and a secretive gleam in his emerald eyes.

  “Why…”

  “No questions…only trust.”

  I smirk up at him and nod my head. “Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

  I take his hand, and we leisurely stroll down the pier. I love the feeling of the cool breeze from the bay wafting over me. It’s a nice relief from the warmer July weather.

  “Thank you, Miss Hyde, for being so accommodating.”

  I sigh. “I’m going to miss you calling me that.”

  He nods in agreement. “Yes, I will, too,” he says in an almost mournful way, but perks up. “But, I could always use it when you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

  “I’m never naughty,” I playfully joke, with a fake appalled look on my face. “I’m a perfect angel.”

  He laughs so hard it seems to echo over the bay. His head flies back and his mouth is wide. When he tilts his head forward, he wipes a single tear from his eye. “We both know that is far from true, Miss Hyde.”

  “Would you want me any other way?”

  He halts and turns to me, grasping onto my arms and pulling me into him. “No, never. I love that fight in you, Gabrielle. It’s what first attracted me to you. I saw it burning in you. It’s what makes you submitting to me so satisfying…I receive no pleasure in bringing the weak to their knees, as there’s no challenge when they’re already there.”

  He smashes his lips onto mine, attacking them with the same fire that burns within him. He clasps the back of my head, crashing me further onto him until it stings and my breath is robbed from my lungs. When he lets go, we’re both gasping for air, as if we’d just come up from the depths of the bay’s black waters.

  “I want you to take off your panties and put them in your purse.”

  It’s late at night, and I know no one is around, but I want so desperately to hesitate and survey the area around us. However, the idea excites me, and I remind myself…Only trust.

  “Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

  “That’s my girl.” He takes off his coat and blocks me from the street’s view, using his body to block me the opposite way. I smirk up at him and hike up my skirt about my waist, revealing my black lace panties to him. I slide my fingers down my hips, taking them to my ankles in one graceful sweep of my hands, and step out of them. I place my hand on his wide chest for balance, and I think he’s enjoying the show because I hear him moan. When I glance up at him, he’s licking his lips and his eyes are dark.

  I stand there for a moment, with my skirt gathered up past my very naked and freshly maintained V.

  “Now, I want you to take off your dress.”

  “Really?” I squeak out.

  “Did I seem like I was kidding, Miss Hyde?” His voice is steady, expressionless, asserting his role as my Dom.

  “No, sir, you didn’t, but…”

  “Miss Hyde, I ask for you to trust me…Have I ever given you any reason not to?”

  “No,” I reply, clearly still nervous.

  “Gabrielle, I promise you, no one can see you. You are completely blocked…Trust me.”

  I gather up the hem of my dress and lift it over my head, tossing it on the ground. I know what’s coming next.

  “Now, you may remove your bra,” he orders soberly.

  I reach about and unclasp it hastily, dropping it on my dress. Hunt sets his trench coat on my shoulders and I slide my arms through while he closes it and ties the strap into a knot.

  “Always the gentleman,” I say sarcastically.

  “Wouldn’t want it catching a cold,” he retorts quickly, with a wicked, kinked smirk and a raised brow.

  Now I’m the one laughing uproariously. “Did you just make a funny, Mr. Hunt?”

  “It would appear so, Miss Hyde.”

  I fall into him, wrapping my arms about his neck, and pucker my lips. He leans in and softly pecks me on the kisser then bends down to collect my things, shoving them into my bag. He hooks his arm, offering me an elbow for balance, and I take it gratefully. He leads us to the end of the long boardwalk, arms linked and bodies close. I stand at the railing, peering out over the black water. He comes up behind me and presses his warm body into my back, setting his hands on the rails just outside of mine.

  He leans his face next to my ear and whispers, “You look fucking delectable tonight. I found it nearly impossible to keep my hands off you at the dinner table.”

  He raises the bottom of the coat and places his hand on the back of my stocking-clad thigh, lightly gliding it up. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you with everyone in the room right next to us, against the wall, panties shoved deep in your mouth. Does that turn you on, Gabrielle?”

  “Yes,” I whimper with a breathy voice. My chest is heaving and my head is light.

  He hooks his finger about the edge of the opening in the jacket and yanks it open, exposing me to the night air. “Does public sex turn you on, Gabrielle?”

  “Yes,” I moan, nodding my head in a sexual daze, “you know it does.”

  He reaches his hand about my hip and cups me firmly in his palm, using his middle finger to trace my moist lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Gabrielle, right here, right now?”

  “Please,” I beg. “Oh, please, take me now.” I push my rear back into his hard cock and grind, desperate to have him, to feel him inside me.

  “No, I don’t think I will,” he replies and slaps me on the ass before pulling away from me. I shut the jacket and turn back to him with an angry glare.

  “Why the hell not?”

  “I enjoy the anticipation…Besides, after tonight in the restaurant, I realize you need to learn patience and restraint, angel.” I cross my arms and stare up at him hurt. “I’m not doing this to punish or hurt you, Gabrielle, this is a lesson. I asked you to trust me, and you said you would…Now, come, let’s go home.”

  He extends his hand out to me, but I hesitate and continue to stare up at him.

  “Gabrielle, be a good girl,” he gently warns, and I oblige reluctantly. He takes my hand in his and guides me back toward the car in silence.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Little Surprises, Big Decisions

  Once we make it home, I’ve had time to think about my actions and his lesson, and I’m not so upset anymore. However, I feel utterly exhausted from the long, hectic day. I just want to crawl into bed without taking so much as a single stitch off, but Hunt has other plans in mind. He sits me on the bed and heads into the bathroom to draw me a bath. I fall back onto the bed and moan a
t the softness of the mattress and comforter.

  He comes back out a moment later, naked, and picks me back up, so I’m sitting at the edge, then proceeds to take off my extremely high heels. Next, he takes off the jacket, untying the strap and pushing it off my shoulders. He kneels before me and slowly peels my stockings down my legs, one at a time. Then, in true Hunt fashion, he leans in and kisses me just above my slit, causing me to moan and squirm.

  He rises and lifts my weak body into his arms, carrying me into the pristinely white bathroom to the sunken tub, filled with warm, lavender-scented water. He walks us in, sinking our bodies below the surface of the bubbling water, and then sits us on the bench. He faces me away from him between his legs and begins massaging my shoulders with liquid soap.

  I sink back into him, resting my head on his broad shoulder, and sigh as my body goes totally limp.

  “How does that feel, angel?” he purrs into my ear.

  “Heavenly,” I reply with a pleased groan. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, gorgeous.” He kisses my temple tenderly.

  I turn about to face him, sitting across his lap while he cradles his arms about me. “I’m sorry about my persistent behavior earlier. I suppose I was a bit tipsy and I acted on impulse.”

  He gently moves loose strands away from my face, tucking them behind my ear. “I know you are, angel. I appreciate your acknowledgement of earlier. I hope you aren’t still upset with me about the pier.”

  “No, not really, but it still sucks.” I pout.

  “What sucks?” he chuckles.

  “Being denied of you, the lesson of patience and restraint. I understand why you’re doing it, but it just…”

  “Sucks. Yes, I agree, it does suck,” he says, nodding his head. “But, it is a valuable lesson to learn. It will not only help you in becoming my sub, but in the real world as well. I only wish to guide you, Gabrielle.”

  “That’s an interesting choice of words, Mr. Hunt.” My lips pucker and a single brow pops up.

  “Why are they so interesting, Miss Hyde?” He mocks my facial expression, and I giggle, amused by this rarer peek at the lighter side of Hunt.

 

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