A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (6 page)

He eyes me inquisitively, seeing right through me.

“Unacceptable,” he states, and I giggle at him. “What?”

“You being you I guess.” I shrug. “I’ve missed it terribly.”

The grave look on his face melts away, leaving behind a huge, teeth-bearing grin.

“Alright, angel, what do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”

“Why don’t you go slip into something comfortable,” he says, running his finger across my collarbone, “While I start dinner.”

I shiver with need.

“Would you like my help when I’m done?”

“No, thank you. I wish to serve you tonight.” The tone of his voice promises a lot more than tasty food, causing my insatiable appetite for him to rise. I’m starving and only his carnal flesh will satisfy my cravings.

O
nce I’m dressed in one of his white oversized tees, I saunter downstairs where the smell of his mouth-watering cooking wafts through the air, enveloping my nose with its tantalizing scent. I walk through the massive main room into the kitchen where Hunt is chopping up vegetables at the island in the center of the room.

“It smells amazing. I can’t wait to get it in my mouth,” I say flirtatiously, walking up behind him and kissing his back. He peers over his shoulder, giving me that kinked smirk that drives me mad. I walk around the counter to the opposite side so I can face him.

“Thank you. Are you hungry, angel?”

“I was, but after smelling the grub, I’m starved,” I comment, patting my empty stomach.

“I would imagine so.” He puckers his lips and cocks that damn brow. “It’s probably been days.”

He knows. But, how?

“How can you tell?”

“You’re pale with dark circles under your weary eyes, which also means, you haven’t been getting enough sleep. Your body and face appear thinner; your cheeks have begun to hollow and your curves have lessened. I felt it when I held you.”

Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about how I look. I feel my cheeks and realize they do feel sunken. I run my hands over my hips and waist and they feel smaller too.

“Every time I thought of eating, I wanted to vomit,” I confess, ashamed of my appearance. “Things haven’t exactly been easy for me either, Damian.”

“Hey,” he says, taking my attention off myself. “You look beautiful. Nothing will change how gorgeous you are to me. Plus, it’s nothing a warm meal and a good night’s sleep won’t take care of. We’ll get some meat back on those bones, even if I have to personally feed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

He smirks at me, and I smile back, giggling at the idea of him feeding me like a baby. I sigh and relax, feeling much better about my new undead appearance.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he blurts out of nowhere. “I should have been there for you.”

“It isn’t your fault.” I shrug.

“Yes, it is…I haven’t been there to watch out for you, take care of you.”

“It isn’t your fault,” I repeat. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have left you, but I was terrified. I was terrified for me, for you, for us…I’m still terrified.”

He strides around the island with a powerful green gaze and takes me into his arms, gliding his knuckle over my cheek.

“Elle, I’ll take care of him. I don’t want you worrying about it anymore. Am I clear?” he inquires with a deep, smooth voice, calm, confident.

“Yes. I’ll try not to,” I reassure him, but even I’m not convinced.

“You’re so strong, brave, kind, and selfless. You’re more than I could ever hope to be…I should’ve seen the truth. I should have known something wasn’t right. I should have come after…”

I place the tip of my finger over his lips, quieting his thoughts.

“It’s over, and we’re together. Let’s just enjoy our weekend.”

He opens his lips slightly and takes the tip of my finger into his mouth, gently clamping his teeth down, swirling his tongue, suckling with his sensual lips. He stares his overwhelming sexual gaze, and I’m lost.

He rips my finger from his mouth and claims mine roughly, dipping his silky tongue in, playing with mine.

“If memory serves, you’ve never had sex in a kitchen,” he mumbles through our lips.

“No, have you?”

“No, but that’s about to change.” There’s a growl in his voice.

He scoops his hands under my ass and lifts me onto the island, adjusting his hips so he can slide into his space.

“I’ve missed having you between my thighs,” I utter, wrapping my arms about his neck.

“I’ve missed being here…I’m home.”

I moan, wildly claiming his mouth, and he meets my rough, quick pace. His hands roam and cling all over my back, neck, hips, and thighs. I tear my lips from his, breathless.

“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Hunt?”

“I fully intend to give you a vigorous whipping for your actions,” he states, tapping me on the tip of my nose.

“What actions might those be?” I ask flirtatiously.

“Oh, come now, Elle. You know what you did.”

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?” I lean in and nip at his chin. He moans.

“Are we playing games now…? Fine, let’s play. You lied to me. You broke promises and my heart. I think those are all worthy offenses to be punished.”

Hearing the words spill from his lips with that rich, sumptuous voice causes a sharp pain in my chest.

“I understand,” I reply, sliding off and turning to face the counter. “I’ll take it like a good girl.”

I bend over, pleased, pulling my t-shirt above my bare ass, and wait for my corporal punishment.

“Oh no,” he replies in a husky voice. “Now is about pleasure. I will discipline you soon enough, but right now is about worshipping you, your body.”

I stand up and spin toward him. “Are you ever going to spank me?” I ask with an irritated tone.

He laughs softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Yes, Gabrielle, I will spank you…later.”

I can only imagine what he has in store for me. Before I can think about it too much, he snatches me up into his arms, sitting my bare ass on the cool marble surface of the island. He slides his fingers under the hem of my oversized shirt and rips it over my head, leaving me totally naked and ready for him.

He comes onto my lips with a desperate fury that shows me how much he’s missed me. I kiss him back with the same fervor and need, grabbing onto any bit of flesh I can grasp. His hands roam up and down my back, fingers kneading with an urgent aggression that sends tingling waves of warmth up my body.

I wrap myself about him, clinging my legs to his waist and arms around his neck. He groans against my lips, cradling me in his large arms, smashing my bare breasts into his hard pecks. He leans his large body toward me, causing me to tilt with him.

The cold bite of the marble is shocking and I shriek, fiercely arcing my back. My breasts lift up, meeting Hunt’s warm, wet grasp. His mouth seizes my hard nipple, teasing it with his tongue and yanking with his teeth. My hands fly to his back, clawing urgently at it.

We’re totally immersed in each other when Banks’ voice calls out to Hunt from just outside the kitchen. “Mr. Hunt?”

We don’t have much time to react before he comes through the door. “Mr. Hunt, We have a…”

He stops dead in his tracks when he finds Hunt facing him, aggravated, and me behind him, bashfully poking my head out. I grab my shirt off the counter and hastily throw it on.

Hunt answers him with a stern tone, “What is it, Banks?”

I take a peek at Liam, who looks a bit stunned and embarrassed, but there’s a hint of a smile slightly spreading his cheeks.

Hunt clears his throat in an attempt to get Liam’s attention off me. He succeeds. Liam looks at him with an alert, straight gaze. “We have new information that needs your immediate attention.”

Hunt turns to me and his demeanor seems to have shifted. He’s no longer upset, but he’s still tense, concern radiating from his eyes.

“I have to take care of this. I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. I will let you know when dinner is ready,” he orders, turning back to the counter and grabbing a small, assorted fruit platter. “Take this with you.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, alarmed, as he hands it to me.

“It’s nothing,” he replies in a low, husky voice.

“Damian…”

“I’ll let you know when dinner is ready,” he interrupts, kisses me on the forehead, and gently guides me toward the door. I turn back to him on my way out of the room, ready to argue with him, and spot an anguished look on his face. I decide to drop it.

Something isn’t right.

I head upstairs with my snack, but instead of going to our room, I rush past it to my bedroom at the end of the hall. I shut the door and turn on the recessed lighting, glancing about the lavish space. I walk over to the bed and set the plate on a table beside it. I view the photos on the walls, scan the books I hadn’t noticed before next to my reading area, and admire the breathtaking evening skyline.

Once I’ve thoroughly inspected my surroundings, I leap onto the bed with a book in hand. I lie back, allowing my body to sink into the cloud-like mattress. Just like my bed. I prop up a few pillows against the contemporary white headboard and lean back into them. I crack open the book and listen to the crisp sound it makes as I turn the pages to chapter one.

I sink into the comfort of the bed and the story as it immerses me into another world. I flip through the engaging thriller, popping pieces of fruit in my mouth, until my eyes become heavy with sleep. The words begin to blur, coming in and out of focus, and with one large yawn and a nod of the head, I’m out.

I
’m slowly woken by gentle kisses all over my face and neck. When I realize it isn’t a dream, I lazily smile to myself. I moan with each graze of his soft, supple lips as they lure me into almost wakefulness.

“Wake up, angel. Dinner is ready,” he whispers into my ear.

“Mmmm…” I groan, stretching my arms over my head.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, very well, perhaps too well. What time is it?” I ask, searching the room for a clock.

“It’s almost ten. My work took longer than I expected, but dinner is ready and waiting for you downstairs.” He sweeps some loose strands out of my heavy-lidded eyes. “You’ll eat and then you can go back to bed.”

I groan at the idea of sleeping when I want so desperately to be with him, but I’m also exhausted. I haven’t gotten a good night of sleep in months. I lethargically nod my head once, and he scoops his arms under me, lifting me up, and carries me out of the room. I fling my arms about his neck, clinging to him. My lifeless legs swing from side-to-side as he walks us down the hall and stairs, my head weakly lying upon his shoulder. He sits me on the cream couch, facing the stunning view. I realize it’s raining and fairly hard, putting the glowing city behind a thick curtain of water, giving it a ghostly radiance.

A fire is dancing in the fireplace, bathing us in its warm, golden light. I watch it for a moment, hypnotized by its weaving waltz. I’m so entranced, I hadn’t even noticed Hunt leave and come back with a single plate in hand. He sits down beside me and I scan the contents. It’s roasted chicken, linguini with a creamy white sauce, and steamed broccoli. It looks delicious.

“Where is your plate?” I inquire, confused.

“I already ate. I wanted to let you sleep a little while longer. You looked so peaceful…Now let me feed you.”

I ease back into the soft couch cushion and wait for the first bite. He twirls the fork in the noodles and cuts off a slice of chicken, raising it to my open lips and sliding the tantalizing food inside. I close my lips around the fork as he pulls it out and chew with my eyes closed, moaning in delight. As I savor the creamy sauce lingering on my tongue, I hear him chuckle and know exactly why he’s so amused.

Once I’ve finished, I open my eyes and mockingly glare at him. “Do I amuse you, Mr. Hunt?”

He has a ridiculously huge grin spreading his cheeks broadly, pearly whites proudly displayed between his razor-sharp lips. “You amuse me greatly, Miss Hyde.”

I feel more awake now. It’s easier to keep my eyes from lowering with exhaustion. I remember earlier and the sudden emergency that took place. “So, what was with earlier…? What new information was Banks talking about?”

“It was nothing,” he replies, shifting in his seat, staring down at the plate as he forks a piece of broccoli, “Just some work related stuff about a shipment.”

“You’re lying.”

His face snaps to mine, appearing stunned. “Why do you think I’m lying to you?”

“Your body language speaks volumes, Hunt. I’m not a fool.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head, “You’re most certainly not.”

“Then why lie to me? Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” I ask with a furrowed brow and pain in my eyes.

“Gabrielle, it’s nothing you need worry about. Trust me when I tell you this.” He shoves the broccoli into my mouth and once I swallow it down, he shoves in some noodles and chicken. I think he’s trying to keep me from talking by gagging me with food. I chew it quickly, and when I finish, he tries to feed me more, but I move my head back with my mouth clamped tight.