Lured (Team Zero #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,13

release him with a pop, already feeling the loss.

I don’t break eye contact, even though both tears and cum are streaming down my cheeks. I never thought someone would make me feel so used and so pleased at the same time.

Dominic stares down at me with a heated expression as if I’m some sort of wonder. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His arms surround me as he undoes my bindings. His fingers stroke my inner wrist before releasing them. I cease to breathe. This is probably the most caring, intimate thing he’s ever done to me.

I massage the soreness and try to gauge his expression.

His head is a mere inch away. I want to kiss him. I need to kiss him. It’s only fair after what we did.

But this is only supposed to be a one-time-only adventure. Kissing is for long-term relationships.

“Go, clean up,” he says in an even tone.

Disappointment coils at the bottom of my stomach. I start to turn towards the bathroom, but Dominic stops me with two fingers underneath my chin. “Don’t be long. I’m not close to being done with you, Cam.”

My breath hitches. Cam. He’s using another pet name. That should be a good sign.

I nod and head to the bathroom while fighting the constant pulsing in my ass and the unsatisfied throb in my core.

I gasp at the view in the mirror. My hair is dishevelled. Tears and cum streak my face. Thank the lord I don’t wear makeup or it would’ve been a tragic painting.

A smile stretches my lips. A spark shines in my eyes. I’m happy. I’m just happy I get to live this shattering experience with someone like Dominic.

Camille, the nerd, the small-town girl, is having a mind-blowing one night stand with a sociopath.

Way to live an adventure.

I splash water on my face and try to make my hair submit as much as possible. I find a bathrobe and hesitate. Dominic didn’t like me covering up with the sheet earlier, and it’s odd how I’m so comfortable about being naked around him.

And yet…

A mischievous smile tugs on my lips. I want to test his reaction. I slip into the bathrobe and fasten it around my middle before stepping back into the lounge area.

I freeze at the threshold. Dominic is sitting on the bed eating from the tray of food. And he’s naked. Completely. Both his trousers and shirt lie on the floor. My greedy eyes take in his lean, but well-defined chest.

Bah alors!

He has a tattoo! As if everything about him wasn’t tantalising, he had to have a freaking tattoo underneath that perfect suit.

Tendrils recoil up his side along with bold letters ‘No Regrets’.

From what I learnt about him so far, the tattoo speaks of him to a T.

“Are you hungry?” he asks without lifting his head. His nakedness doesn’t bother him a bit.

He’s shameless. The hot type of shameless.

I walk to the bed and sit beside him to continue ogling his masculine beauty up close. If he’s showing the goods, he can’t blame me for appreciating the sight.

I reach for some English scones. Now that he mentioned it, I’m actually hungry.

Maybe good sex causes people to starve. Not that we reached the actual sex part.

Dominic finally looks at me and scowls. “Why have you covered up again?”

I lift a shoulder, and the reminder of his ‘punishment’ on my ass burns. It’s becoming too much of a dopamine haze.

He tugs on the belt and pulls the robe open. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin as his hungry gaze trail over the peak of my cleavage.

“This beauty shouldn’t be covered.” He pauses as if he’s rethinking his statement. “It shouldn’t be covered in front of me.”

He’s being possessive. Why am I biting back a smile?

I can’t help thinking about all the other women he brought to this hotel, maybe to this same room, and made them feel such an intense experience.

“Do you do this a lot?” I nibble on my scone, trying to ignore his gaze on me.

“This?” He leans back on a hand. He finished eating and he’s watching me in that inquisitive gaze.

“You know, the whole one-time scheme.”

“It’s the only thing I do.”

I swallow the food in my mouth, but I don’t taste much.

Of course, I’m just another name. Why the hell would I think I’m any different?

“Why do you do it?”

He rubs his forefinger against his bottom lip. “Why do you want to know?”

“I just… do.”

“I don’t do relationships.”

“So you just do random women.” It’s