A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

easy to just leave me behind.”
    “Damian, I love you, but I won’t get married just to prove myself,” I state, placing my hand over his heart. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
    “I do,” he says, but there is apprehension in his voice. I can’t be offended by it, because I know I caused the mistrust by leaving.
    “Good.” I pat his chest gently. “Then, no more talk of marriage.”
    “As long as you realize you are mine, forever. Don’t forget that,” he declares, coming back at me. He claims my mouth, my neck, my collarbone. I whimper and moan with every masterful stroke of his lips.
    “Oh god, angel, when you uttered my name, it was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Then, I laid sight on you, standing there in all your unashamed, exposed beauty, biting nervously at your bottom lip. I couldn’t fucking breathe. I wanted to take you, fuck you as you’ve never been fucked before, and then punish you for what you put me through.”
    “Wanted to…?” I ask breathlessly.
    “Want to.” He corrects himself.
    “Then take me,” I beg. “I’ve missed you. I need you,” I moan out from our arousing oral caress. He pulls away, staring deep into my eyes.
    “I’ve missed you, too, and I don’t intend on ever doing it again. Oh, Gabrielle, I’m going to throw you down and fuck you until you faint, but not now.”
    “Why not?”
    “I want you in my bed. I want to take you home and stay wrapped up in you the rest of the weekend. If I start fucking you now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
    “Technically, this is your bed.”
    “Gabrielle, please,” he says, setting his hand over my cheek. “We still need to talk before I can take you.”
    “Yes, we do,” I sigh. “I’ll get my things. I’m ready to go home.”
    “Which is?”
    “Wherever you are,” I reply, softly smiling up at his glowing face.
    “That’s my girl.”

Chapter Four
     
    Hunt Sweet Hunt
     
    W e make it back home by seven thirty, just as the sun fades beyond the horizon and the city lights gradually flicker to life. Hunt punches a few buttons on the touchscreen near the elevator and the recessed lighting comes on, bathing the large main room in soft glow. I feel a sense of uneasiness wash over me as I remember that night, Dante’s furious icy eyes, his strong hands about my neck, my body, his threatening words, his arousal pressing against my thighs. Even though I’m wearing jeans and a sweater, a cold chill seizes me.
    I glance around; unnerved by the place I once considered my safe haven, my escape from the real world.
    Hunt must notice my uneasiness because he says, “I’ve upped the security, changed codes, and added 24-7 surveillance around the entire building. You’re safe here.”
    “It doesn’t change what happened.” I shrug.
    “Would you like to leave?” He gestures toward the elevator. “We could go to a hotel.”
    “No,” I say, shaking my head, “I refuse to let it get to me. I’ll be okay.”
    “Are you sure?” he asks with a furrowed brow and a concerned, searching look.
    “Yes,” I assure him with a nod of the head.
    “If you don’t want to live here anymore, I can find us somewhere new to call home. I just want to be sure you’re comfortable.”
    “No, please,” I blurt, holding up my hand in a halting manner, “I love this place.”
    “Ok,” He takes my hand in his, “but if you can’t be here anymore, I want you to let me know. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” I nod my head, “if I can’t take it, I’ll tell you.”
    “Good…Would you like a glass of wine? I still have a few bottles of your private reserve.” His soothing, rich voice helps ease my nerves.
    “Yes, thank you,” I reply, walking over to the huge C-shaped cream couch and settle in while Hunt heads into the kitchen.
    I look around the two-story high, main living area, which is still breathtaking, masculine, cozy, and inviting. The walls, a dark shade of gray, are adorned with Hunt’s superb black and