A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) by Lena Black

stop being all those things to you. In fact, if I did, I couldn’t call myself your Dom, not a good one anyway…I told you, angel, the relationship between a Dom and his sub have many levels of commitment and dedication. Not everyone’s relationship is like ours, but we are not the minority either.”
    “But, you want me to follow all those rules without question, and I don’t think I can,” I state.
    “I don’t understand why.” He removes his hand from my face and wraps his arms about my waist. “I don’t think my rules were too farfetched, and you agreed to each one when we went over them in Seattle. You’re just frightened because I used the word ‘official’.”
    “Yes, well, it’s just so…”
    “Finite,” he adds, and I nod my head in agreement. “Yes, well, I am asking for a commitment from you, and not one you should take lightly…Which is why I will give you time to think about it and properly weigh out the choices.”
    “What if I decide not to, will you end our relationship completely?” I ask, realizing the stupidity of the question too late.”
    The look of appalled horror on his face speaks volumes, but he verbalizes anyway, “How the fuck could you ask me that? Did I suggest that it was all or nothing, one or the other?”
    “No,” I reply softly, “but you didn’t exactly say it wasn’t either.”
    He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Touché,” he retorts, seemingly defeated for the moment.
    “Yes, but you shouldn’t have to specify that.” I quickly add. “I should know you would never leave me.”
    “No, never.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me into his arms, sweeping his finger over my cheek. “Will this factor make your decision easier?”
    “Yes.” I nod my head.
    “Good,” he murmurs, tilting his face in and pecking me softly of the temple. “I eagerly anticipate your answer.”
    I breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing in his arms. “Well, you weren’t kidding when you said you had a surprise for me.”
    He chuckles. “That was only the beginning. I have more in store for you this evening.”
    He kisses me on the tip of my nose, releases me, and walks over to the couch, picking up a black wool coat and throwing it on. I watch him curiously, as he snatches up something else and walks over to me, tossing it over my shoulders. It’s a black satin shawl with white lining on the reverse side.
    While I admire the smooth, cool fabric with my fingertips, Hunt walks over to the table and blows out the candles, snatching my clutch before heading back over to me. I take it from him, and he guides us over to the elevator. He presses the touchscreen a few times, killing the fire and the lights, leaving only the glow of the city to give us sight. I gaze at Hunt, noticing the outline of his face gently etched by the soft light, the corners of his lips curving up slightly as he smiles to himself.
    “What’s so amusing?” I ask, smirking up at him.
    The elevator arrives and the doors slide open. Hunt doesn’t look at me; he just stares into the elevator with that omniscient smirk plastered on his face. Before he steps inside, he casually says, “You may want to put that away.”
    I realize what that mockingly smug look was for when I glimpse down at my hand clasping onto the collar. I open my clutch, slip it in, and snap the clasp closed, inhaling a large breath before taking my place next to Damian in the cab.
    “Do you like it?” he inquires, still refusing to make eye contact with me.
    “It’s…interesting,” I reply, glancing out the corner of my eye, and I spot the laughing smirk broadening his cheeks.
    “Interesting,” he repeats with a shrug.
    “It’s stunning…I love it,” I answer honestly.
    “Just not what it stands for,” he retorts.
    “I’m not sure what to feel about it.”
    He finally turns to me, looking me in the eyes with an intense stare. “Do you hate the idea of being my sub full-time?”
    “No.” I shake my head