A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) by Lena Black Read Free Book Online Page A

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