A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (12 page)

Hunt suddenly tightens around me, his fingers clawing into my lower back. I glimpse at his face and find it peering in Brooke’s direction, spotting the look of sheer disdain on her face as she sneers at Vanessa through the crowd.

“What’s wrong, Evans?” Hunt asks, sensing something wrong in his former lover, his former sub. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he traces her gaze to Vanessa’s piercing stare.

He turns back to face me with an uncompromising look on his face, brows furrowed into a thick, rigid crease. “Gabrielle, I want you to answer me honestly, as I know you most certainly will…What happened in the restroom, why are you wearing your collar?”

I look away.

I want to tell him everything, but I don’t want to be
that
girl, that girl that rats on people. I don’t want to seem jealous and petty, as I know I will. Suddenly, Brooke chimes in, coming to my defense once more. “Vanessa came into the powder room and verbally attacked our Ellie. She’s vicious, Damian. You’re just too blinded by her to see it…Come on, Ellie, tell him.”

I look up at Hunt whose eyes are boring into my face and then at Brooke.

“I…I don’t want to go into it here…I want to go home. I can’t take this right now, not now,” I murmur the last two words, suddenly too tired to deal with this.

Hunt pulls me away from him, an agitated gleam in his eye.

“If you’ll excuse me, I won’t be but a moment,” he states, turning and walking away before I can protest.

“Hunt,” I quietly call out, but he’s too far to hear me, or he’s just choosing to ignore me. He strides up to Vanessa with a determined pace, snatching up her bicep and weaving her through the crowd, out of eyeshot of Brooke, Wade, and I.

Abruptly, Wade’s hulking form gracefully slides between me and my fading view of Hunt.

“Come on, sweets, you need a drink,” he says, plucking a few glasses of Champagne from a passing tray and handing them out. They hold up their glasses, smiling wide, eventually causing me to do the same. “To the loveliest women in the room, perhaps all of San Francisco.”

Brooke and I giggle, clinking glasses, then take long swigs of the chilled golden liquor. I try peeking through the crack between their shoulders, attempting to get even a glimpse of Hunt’s whereabouts. But, I can’t find him, especially when they close the gap, staring at me in that reprimanding way that Hunt has down pat. I sigh.

Then, finally, I feel his large hand clasp onto my forearm as he pulls me into his side. He scoops his finger under my chin, tilting my face up to look at his. “Are you ready to take our leave, angel?”

“Yes, please,” I reply, easing into my nook.

We say our goodbyes, promising to get together soon for a couple’s night out, and then make our way out of the massive, crammed hall onto the quiet streets of San Fran. This would strike me as odd if it weren’t pouring buckets, which is not totally unusual for May, but Liam isn’t out front. Hunt glances down at me and nods toward the street. I smirk up at him and nod in agreement.

He grasps onto my hand and runs out into the rain, pulling me behind him. I laugh and try to keep up with him. We run down the sidewalk, trying to get to the parking lot, letting the rain shower down on us. He glimpses back at me over his shoulder, laughing like a kid with a huge grin smeared across his face, spreading his cheeks wide. I love seeing him like this.

Suddenly, he halts, swinging me about and pulling me into his arms. We’re soaked and laughing, holding each other close, then he ceases and an intensity washes over his eyes. He places his hand over the side of my face and I nuzzle into his palm, practically purring.

“God, you’re so fucking stunning,” he says with awe. It’s almost a whisper.

“You’re lying,” I tease. “I must look an absolute mess.”

I can almost feel the mascara and liner running down my cheeks. He gently caresses his thumb under my eye, cleaning some of the disaster that is my face.

“Stunning,” he states with an unwavering, firm tone.

His free hand thrusts into my drenched hair at the crown, fisting a handful of strands, and shoves my lips onto his. He kisses me roughly, passionately. His tongue dances across my lips, dipping inside and tasting me greedily. He moans with delight when my tongue meets his, mingling in this mind-melting oral waltz.

He rips himself from me, keeping me in place with his powerful hands, and stares down at me with raw desire, breathless. I’m pleased with myself, knowing I cause him to lose control.

“You’re mine, always. Do you understand, Gabrielle?”

“Yes,” I reply, rapidly nodding my head.

“And I’m yours,” he declares with concrete certainty.

“Yes,” I agree, entranced by him, his seductive voice, “Always.”

As sheets of water weigh down on us, we promise our undying love to the other in one of the most beautiful moments of my existence, a memory that will stay with me for a lifetime.

W
e sit in silence, on our way back to The Artemis, cuddling closely with a blanket wrapped about us.

Of course, Hunt is prepared for everything, I think, rolling my eyes to myself.

The rain is still pouring, streaming down the windows in thick streams. I’m gazing out at the now bustling streets, thinking about the events of the evening, when Hunt’s deep, velvety voice caresses my ear.

“Why did you wear the collar, Elle?”

I twist my head around to look up at him. His face is turned away, staring fixedly out the passenger window. I hesitate, longer than I should. His face whips around to study mine in the flashes of outside light that seep in. But, instead of the hard reprimanding gaze I’m so used to, I see only gentle concern.

“I wanted to get your attention,” I nearly whisper.

His brow raises and lips pucker, giving me an almost overly dramatic quizzical look. I giggle, stifling it quickly with my hand. A smile slowly spreads his cheeks from ear to ear.

Suddenly, I blurt, “You’ve changed.”

His smile fades with a nod of his head and a darkness, as familiar to me as my own, creeps into his narrowed, bright green eyes.

“Yes, Gabrielle, I have,” he concurs.

“Was it…?”

“Your leaving me?” He finishes my sentence, and I nod my head. “Yes, it was. I’m not the same man I was then, angel. You changed me forever when you left that night,” he answers honestly.

Even though it kills me to hear what I did to him when I walked out that night, it’s the truth.

The dour look in his eyes disappears, replaced with a dark, sensual gaze that leaves me panting. His tongue peeks out, gliding sluggishly across his lips, wetting them in the most delectable way.

It’s good to know not everything has changed. His appetite for me seems to be just as voracious…So, why the runaround?

“Now that you have my attention,” he interrupts my thoughts, his finger gently gliding over my cleavage, “What are you going to do with it?”

My thighs clench together at the sensual growl of his silky voice and tender caress of his skilled digit. My breathing is stressed, and my cleft is wet, pining for his erotic touch. I can’t take it anymore. I quickly unbuckle my seat strap and leap at him, smashing him against the door as my lips slam into his. I ravage his mouth, thrusting my tongue deep into the opening. I toss the blanket off and grab onto the skirt of my dress, hiking it up around my waist. I clumsily climb onto his lap and straddle him between my thighs. His hands roam my body, sliding over my waist and grasping my ass as we attack one another.

I thrust my hands into his soaked hair, ruffling it with my exploring fingers. I grip and yank a handful of strands when his cock becomes hard against my exposed, swollen lips. He lets out a growl into my mouth, clasping the back of my head. I’m expecting him to smash me against him further, but, instead, he rips me away, holding me only inches from his lips.

“What are you doing, Gabrielle?”

I attempt to get back at his mouth, but his grip has me pinned in place. “I want you, Hunt. I want you now.”

“Elle, I know you enjoy public sex, however, I won’t fuck you with Banks only inches away.” His voice is low, just low enough for only me to hear.

“Oh, please. I can’t take it anymore,” I softly beg, shoving my hands between us and ripping his zipper down. I plunge in and whip his rock hard cock out with eager need. “Fuck me.”

“Banks.”

I twist my head around to make sure he isn’t looking. He isn’t.

“Yes, sir,” he replies, keeping his focus on the road.

Hunt pinches my chin between his fingers, wrenching my face back toward his. His eyes drill into mine as he gives out his orders, “At no point are you to look back here, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent.” He lifts me up and sets me at the head, keeping me there. He leans forward, turning the music up to camouflage the boisterous moans that will surely escape our lips. “If you feel a particularly loud one come on, I want you to bite into my neck.”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt,” I answer quickly. A satisfied smirk graces his lips just before he brings mine back on them with a forceful longing that leaves me reeling and gasping for air.

He reaches between us, grabbing his thick shaft in his palm, and slowly glides the tip between my soaked lips. His other hand dips into the top of my dress, gently pulling my plump breasts out and allowing them to hang under their weight.

“My god, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “I’ve missed your beautiful breasts.” He takes one into his palm, heaving it up to his mouth, and ravages it, nipping and licking the tip roughly. I take in a sharp gasp.

“I’ve missed your tight, always ready cunt,” he utters from my breasts as the head of his cock continues to trace along my slit, occasionally hitting the sensitive knot, spot-on. I whimper every fucking time. I grab at him, anything I can get my greedy hands on.

“Fuck, I missed you, too. Please, Damian, enough teasing, I can’t take it another second…I’m going to burst.”

He shifts his hips under me and I come falling down onto him, taking in every thick, hard inch all at once. The sudden fullness of him buried far inside me causes him to shut his eyes tight, viciously biting down on his bottom lip, and me to let out a loud gasp. I’m sure Banks heard, but I don’t care, not in this moment, not when Hunt is finally where he belongs. In fact, the idea of him hearing, watching, turns me on, drives my need to exponential heights.

Hunt clasps onto my hips, ramming me onto him in a furious, relentless rhythm that sends me spinning. My palms fly up to the roof, splaying and pressing them firmly against it for leverage. Every time he brings me up to the tip, I use the roof to slam myself back onto him. Our thighs slap together, soft against firm, in a quick, hard tempo that surely gives us away.

Hunt wraps his arms about the small of my back, bringing me back down on him and holding me there. His hips undulate beneath me, grinding my clit into his pelvis, keeping him deep inside me while his shaft pulverizes my O-zone. I can feel it throb within me, his heartbeat rapid from our intense public sex.

I throw my arms about his shoulders, digging my face into his neck as I feel my orgasm build deep down in my womb. It curls my toes and makes my sweat-slicked skin vibrate. Hunt mimics me by cradling me tightly in his arms, his hands thrust into my sex-mussed hair. He tugs the strands at a particularly delicious twist of his wildly rotating hips and I unravel. I cum so hard, I can’t control my quaking body or the impassioned moans bursting out of my mouth.

Hunt rapidly smashes my lips onto his, taking my screams into him as he finally releases his warm, sweet cum deep into my clenching core. The familiar sensation of his satisfaction spilling into me both satiates and arouses my need for him.

Holy fuck! Will my thirst ever cease?

We hold one another as our bodies and minds finally ease. I start to pull away, lifting myself off his still very erect cock, but his grip on me is concrete, and he shoves me back down to the hilt. I gasp and whimper at the sudden sharp ping of sensational pain.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathlessly inquires.

“Nowhere…ever again.”

He takes in a rapid breath and moans, pulling my lips onto his.

W
e make it back to Artemis about fifteen minutes later, my high heels and stockings clenched in my hand as Hunt holds me in his arms. My head lies lazily on his chest while I bask in the sexual high that has yet to cease. We quietly ride the elevator up, but instead of stopping at the Penthouse, the doors open to the floor just below it. He steps into a small hallway with only two doors occupying it, walking us to the closest one.

“Where are we?” I ask. “Why are we here?”

He doesn’t say a word. He sets me down and clings an arm about my waist to ensure I don’t fall from my post-fucking exhaustion. He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a key, sliding it into the slot and turning it slowly.

Good Lord, what’s behind this door?

I feel my muscles clench tight as anticipation rushes over me. My heart is racing and my palms are clammy. I know I have nothing to fear, not with him, yet this is what he does to me. Every day is an adventure with him, every moment is a new opportunity to peel back one of the many layers that is Hunt.