A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (31 page)

The next one shatters me. It’s her very pregnant tummy, exposed and smooth, while Hunt kneels beside her, tenderly kissing and caressing his unborn child. With his eyes shut and face serene, he pours his love, hopes, and dreams into his child, a future that would never come.

I stand there, stunned and sorrowful, but it turns to jealousy. I become upset by the sight of this woman, girl really, experiencing something I realize only now, I truly want. Then, I feel an emotion that rattles me to my core, relief, relief that she hadn’t taken away the opportunity to have Hunt’s firstborn child. This disgusting thought followed immediately by depression and hatred for myself. I know what had to happen in order to make that a possibility, and it kills me that I feel the way I do. I’m a terrible, sick human being.

“Elle?” Hunt calls out.

I climb myself out of the pit as best as I can, but it isn’t much.

“Yeah, I’ll be…right there,” I manage to choke out and shove the pictures back where I found them, slamming the drawer shut. I take a shaky breath, clenching his tie in my hands, and head back out to him.

I
haven’t spoken more than a few lousy words since I found those damn photos, and Hunt seems to be catching on to my mood shift. We aren’t too far from his parents’ house, driving down a narrow county road, and there’s a sweet smell in the warm night air.

We’re in the Spyder with the wind whipping through our hair, when he finally says, “You haven’t said much this entire ride up. What’s wrong, angel? Why are you so quiet?”

I shrug my shoulders and stare out at the blackness surrounding us.

“Gabrielle, I’ve worked really hard to open up to you, so will you do the same for me?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumble.

“You really can be a stubborn brat, Elle.”

I whip around, glaring at him with rage flushing my cheeks, and reply in a huff, “I’m stubborn…? You want to know what’s bothering me?”

“Yes, I do,” he says.

“Fine! I found your pictures of Vanessa, pregnant and happy, with you. I know I shouldn’t have touched them, and you’ll probably punish me for it, but seeing that was more of a punishment than you could ever inflict on me…It was torture.”

“Why?” he inquires through razor sharp lips.

“I don’t know. I was curious I suppose.”

“No…Why was it torture?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whimper as tears fill the edges of my wide eyes, and before I can think much about my next words, I blurt out, “I love you, Damian. I want to be the mother of your children. I want to make you happy like that, me, not her. I want to be…”

His eyes shoot to mine. I’m not sure what he’s thinking or feeling. He just stares with an unsteady gleam in his eyes, concealing whatever lurks behind.

The Wrong Hands

S
uddenly, the car turns off the road, coming to a jolting halt in the dirt alongside it. Hunt rips his seatbelt off, nimbly climbing out and striding about the car to my door. While I stare with confusion and a bit of fear, he swings it open wide and leans over me, quickly unbuckling my seatbelt, then snatches up my hand in his to haul me out of my seat.

He drags me to the hood of the car, turns me around to face it, and bends me over, flipping my skirt up and ripping my panties down to my ankles. I can hear the clinking of his belt buckle and the gravelly sound of his feet moving on the dirt as he readies himself.

“No, Hunt, please don’t…” I clench together, ready for a severe spanking, but, instead, his cock plunges into me with one swift thrust of his hips. I gasp, desperately clawing at the hood of the car. He pulls out and slams himself back in to the sack, causing it to slap against my clit. He continues this rough, slow, deep attack on my aching cunt, gradually picking up the pace until he’s going at me like a fucking wild animal. I bounce and scream with pleasure as he takes me so completely, fucking me in front of the headlights so our shadows cast out along the road. I feel the warmth of the engine against my flesh as I slide across the hood.

He grasps at my ponytail and yanks sharply with a growl, keeping at me with a relentless, rolling rhythm. His stressed breath brushes across my neck, his thighs slap against the backs of mine, and his body seems to stiffen.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he groans.

“I’m yours,” I moan out.

“Always,” he says in a husky voice, stressed from exertion.

“Yes, Hunt…Always!” I cry as we seize up and cum viciously together, quaking and writhing.

“Gabrielle,” he hisses out between his clenched teeth as he releases himself deep inside my womb, fulfilling a desperate ache only extinguished by him.

He collapses on top of me, his hard chest pressing into my glistening back, nuzzling his face against mine. He places his lips on my temple and trails them down to my neck, continuing along my spine and removing himself from me. I groan as he moves over the curve of my lower back and then my rear, giving each cheek a single peck.

He slides my panties up my legs, grazing his fingers along the hypersensitive flesh, and shifts them back into place. He runs his hand over my rear, crouching and admiring it attentively while I watch him still laid out over the hood.

“I don’t know what you do to me, Gabrielle, but I find it impossible to resist you,” he breathlessly confesses and rises, scooping his arms about my torso, pulling me close.

“I don’t want you to resist me,” I purr, grinding my rear into his still very rock-hard cock.

He slides his hand up my neck and gasps just enough to let me know he’s there, pushing my head back with strong fingers under my chin. He nips at my earlobe and whispers in the most seductive voice, “I never want to.”

W
e make it to the Montgomery’s vineyard a little after midnight. Everyone has retired for the evening, as Hunt sent a text informing them not to wait up. As we walk through the door, a beautiful Golden Retriever comes prancing up to greet us.

“Hey, Duke,” Hunt greets him back, tossing our bags on the floor and giving him a good rubbing. “Elle, this is Duke, my dad’s partner in crime.”

“Hello, Duke, you’re a beautiful boy,” I say, kneeling down to pet him. He flops down on the floor and rolls over, revealing his belly to me.

“Oh, he’s in love with you,” Hunt comments.

“Why is his name Duke?”

“Pierce has an obsession with the Duke, John…

“Wayne, yes, I know who the Duke is. My father watched his movies every Saturday when I was a kid.”

“Very good, babe,” he praises, grinning over at me. “Come, let’s head upstairs and get settled.

Hunt takes our bags upstairs and sets them in what I assume is the guest room.

“Where is your room?” I inquire.

“This is my room, Gabrielle.”

“Then, where is mine?” I asked with a puzzled look.

“You’re standing in it.”

“Won’t your parents mind us sleeping in the same room?”

“Gabrielle, I’m a grown man of thirty. I think they know I’m not a virgin anymore,” he teases, and I roll my eyes, smirking at his playfulness.

“I just meant out of respect.”

“No, angel, they won’t mind. In fact, they expected it…Besides, this isn’t the first time you’ve slept in my room under their roof.”

“Damian, that was different. You weren’t in the bed with me.”

“And I never would’ve been,” he states with certainty.

“What does that mean exactly?” I ask with a slightly affronted tone.

“Elle, you were sixteen, jailbait, and I was of age…Believe me, if I resisted you then, it would not have been from a lack of attraction, but from a place of respect. I would’ve done everything in my power to preserve your innocence.”

The thought of him resisting me for the sake of my younger self’s respectabilities only makes me want and love him all the more. I slowly stroll over to him at the bed, with his back to me, and wrap my arms about his waist, pulling myself into him. I rest my cheek on his wide back and sigh, taking in the quiet serenity of this moment, of him.

He turns to me with a look of such love and cups my face in his large hands, lifting it to look at his. “You mean everything to me, Elle. No one has ever meant more to me than you, and I will do everything within my power to shelter you from whatever comes our way.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and places a kiss on my forehead. When he pulls away, his brow is slanted and his lips are puckered. “Now, would you like to discuss earlier in the car?”

“Which part?” I inquire with a kittenish smirk.

“I’m referring to your unexpected confession that led me to fuck you on the hood of my car.”

“There isn’t much to say. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you?”

“What were you going to say when you trailed off?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. “That’s why I trailed off.”

“You’re lying to me. I can see it in your eyes, face, body.” He traces his finger over my cleavage. “Do I have to punish you for dishonesty?”

“Damian, I know you’re trying to get me to talk about that next step, but I think I confessed enough for one evening. Plus, it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I need to sleep before I take on your family this weekend.”

He doesn’t say a word. He smiles and nods weakly then snags things out of his bag before heading for the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I’m too tired to see straight let alone take off my clothes, and I crash on the bed, passing out as soon as my face hits the cool pillow.

I
wake with the early morning light and Hunt’s gentle hands and lips all over my very naked body. The sheet and comforter have been ripped off the bed, exposing me to the day and him. He’s wearing light cotton pajama bottoms that ride low on his hips, revealing that sharp V just above his very hard cock. The thick, round head pokes out of the opening, teasing me.

He looks up at me with those emerald eyes, smiling broadly. “Good morning, angel.”

“Yes, it is indeed, slick,” I purr. “Why am I naked and on display?”

“Because that’s how I want you.” He runs his fingers over my tummy and hip. “I enjoy admiring you.”

“I don’t think it’s fair that you get to ogle me and I don’t get the same common courtesy.”

I jump up onto my knees and curl my fingers in his waistband, ripping them off and tossing them aside. I gaze down at him lying there gloriously nude, smirking playfully at me, with his hands behind his head. I scan every tan, muscular inch of his spectacular physique. I’m in awe of him, of the fact that he belongs to me. This loving, witty, devilishly charming man is mine. Forever if I want it.

“Do you like what you see, Miss Hyde?” he asks with his cocky grin.

“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one. I’m completely, totally, madly in love with the man before me and it has nothing to do with what meets the eye…I love the more.”

“Aw, angel, I love your more.” He reaches up for my face and pulls me onto his lips while I kneel beside him. He kisses me softly over my face and I mimic the gesture.

“Ugh,” he groans, letting his head fall back onto his pillow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I really want to be with you, but I planned to take you riding this morning in the vineyard.”

“What kind of ride…?” I mount him and sit back on his hard morning wood, cradling it along the length of my wet lips. “I’ve never fucked in a vineyard.”

I begin to slide myself up and down his shaft, and he clasps onto my hips, helping guide me along. I place my hands on his chest for balance and ride him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he moans with heavy-lidded eyes, allowing the pleasure of my saturated lips to rub him right. His shaft runs over my clit continuously, and with a never-ending supply of stimulation, I feel myself building quickly. Our breathing becomes forced as we move together.

Then, abruptly, the doorknob jiggles and a maternal voice breaks our not-so-dry humping session. “Damian, Ellie, darlings, are you up? Breakfast, along with the rest of the family, is waiting downstairs for you. Please, come join us.”

Hunt and I stare at each other with wide eyes and huge grins as we listen to her soft footsteps grow lighter down the hall.

“You don’t think she heard us, do you?” I inquire, embarrassed. He just shrugs with his grin still firmly in place. “Shit.”

I try to jump up, but Hunt’s grip remains plastered to my waist. “She didn’t say right this second.”

“Damian,” I scold.

“Gabrielle,” he teases, and I smirk at him.

“Come on, seriously. We can continue later in the vineyard.”

His brows pop up and a pleased grin spreads his mouth. We get up and ready quickly, taking separate showers to ensure we don’t attempt any heavy petting or hard fucking. Though, while I’m applying my makeup, and he’s showering, I find it hard not to join him, but I manage to resist the temptation.