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

white photos of San Francisco. There’s such depth and beauty in them, showing not just the beauty of the images, but the artist’s soul, Hunt’s soul. They’re extraordinary.
    I admire the black crown molding framing the massive white ceiling. The large cream rug that embellished the polished, dark cherry wood floors has been replaced with a deep, rich blue.
    Hunt comes back out sans jacket and tie, with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a small tray of cheese and crackers. He sets the food down on the couch and masterfully pours the Pinot, handing me a glass. He sinks onto the couch beside me and crosses his leg over his ankle, placing an arm about my shoulders. He holds up his glass, and I clink mine against it.
    “To new beginnings and…possibilities,” he toasts, taking the glass to his sumptuous lips. I sip on mine, moaning. “I’ve missed that. The sounds you make when you taste something you like.”
    “I love the taste of you,” I retort with a flirtatious smirk.
    “Yes, I remember how verbal you could be.” He takes a sip of wine, smiling to himself as he reminisces about our erotic adventures.
    “Thinking dirty thoughts, Mr. Hunt?” I smirk up at him.
    He comes out of his sexual reveries, the smile draining from his face.
    “I really want to do this, but let’s talk first.”
    Now, my smirk disappears.
    He picks up the tray with fancy cheeses and crackers, and I take a piece of each, gobbling it down happily. He picks up the portable touchscreen pad, presses a few buttons, and sets it back down beside him. Suddenly, the sweet, sullen serenade of violins floods the room, immersing us in its lulling waters. The fire erupts in the fireplace, swirling in a mesmerizing, glowing dance. I watch the fire, entranced by its raw, primal beauty.
    Hunt breaks the trance, cutting through it with his deep, husky voice, knelt upon one knee as he removes my gray chucks. “Chase said there might be some things you need to tell me.”
    “Where do I start?” I shrug, tucking my feet under my butt.
    “What happened at the funeral that caused you to panic, besides Chase kissing you?”
    “It’s my dad, or to be accurate, the man who raised me.”
    “Excuse me?” He glances up at me from curious emerald eyes.
    I sigh. “Marshall wasn’t my biological father…Caleb is.”
    “Your driver, Caleb, is your father?” He doesn’t even try to hide his shock.
    “Yeah,” I reply, going in for another cracker and tossing it in my mouth. “Twisted, right?”
    “Did your mom cheat on Marshall?”
    I sigh. “I didn’t get the details. I ran away, and I haven’t talked to my mom since, but I don’t think she cheated.”
    He rises, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.
    “That reminds me. I’m going to text your mother and let her know you’re alright.” He punches in a quick message, settling onto the couch next to me, and tosses the phone onto the cushion beside him. “How do you feel about it? Your father I mean.”
    “Which one?” I ask dryly.
    He cocks a brow at me. “I’m referring to the man who raised and loved you.”
    “Again…which one?”
    “Gabrielle,” he reprimands.
    Crazy enough, I actually missed his dominating nature.
    “I’m fucking furious. They betrayed my trust. I’ve spent my whole life thinking one thing only to find out I was wrong. I haven’t even been able to grieve his passing properly. I haven’t been able to cry or process what this means. I shut down…One second my father is gone, and the next he isn’t. Oh, no, he’s alive and well, chauffeuring my mother around. It’s just too fucking much.”
    “When you’re ready to properly grieve,” he says, cuddling me into my nook, “I’m here.”
    “Thanks.” I sigh, tilting my head onto his wide carved shoulder.
    “What happened with the kiss?” he asks with his penetrating green eyes boring into my wary blue.
    “Do you really want to know?” I ask, turning my face away from him and staring down at my