Lured (Team Zero #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,15

he dishes my way or…?

“Stay.” His voice is authoritative – typical Dominic – but there’s a hint of uncertainty in the slight drooping of his shoulders.

“If you don’t…” His finger strokes down my neck, my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts. I suck in stuttering breaths as my core pulses to life.

Damn Dominic’s touch.

“I will kidnap you,” he says casually while slowly, too slowly, tracing my breast but not my aching nipple.

“You will be a criminal,” I croak out, trying to keep my ground.

He flashes me his full-of-shit grin. “If I get to tie you to my bed, it’ll be worth it.”

My lips part. I’m not even sure if he’s joking or for real. One thing for certain, he won’t stop unless he gets what he wants.

Maybe I should do the smart thing, give up and get it over with. It’s not like I don’t want him.

But where’s the fun in that?

Seems that a sociopath’s habits are already rubbing on me.

“I will try to escape.” My tone is playful. “I’ll be the worst captive anyone can have.”

“You will be punished.”

“I will still escape.”

His other hand reaches to my ass and he squeezes. I gasp, both from the burn and from the wetness pooling between my thighs. “I will keep you pleased enough so you don’t think about escaping.”

I gulp the dryness in my throat and stare at his sinful mouth. I want to kiss him. I don’t know why I need the intimacy, but I just do.

“Do you kiss the nameless women?” I ask before I can stop myself.

He shakes his head once, but his gaze is on my mouth. Maybe that’s why I do a slow show of licking my lips. Why isn’t he kissing me?

A phone rings. I flinch from my fantasy. Dominic cuts a harsh glare to the source of the ringing. His phone peeks from the trousers resting on the floor.

The name Sophie flashes on the screen.

An arrow of jealousy stabs my chest. This is the second time she calls him in a span of an hour. Obviously, she’s not nameless either since he’s saving her name.

He throws me a poignant stare. “Don’t move.”

Not that I can. I keep watching his ass and the confident way he strides with. Nothing will purge this image from my memory.

He picks up and barks. “Now isn’t the right time, Sophie.”

Wait. Maybe this Sophie is his wife or something. I never thought about that possibility, but the fact that he doesn’t do relationships could mean that he’s married and a serial cheater.

I shake my head. That’s so silly. I doubt Dominic is the marrying type.

He remains silent as he listens to whatever this Sophie is telling him. I have a side profile of him, but it’s visible how his shoulders square. His lips curve in a boyish grin that knots my insides.

“Keep a close watch.” He traps his phone between his shoulder and his ear while shoving his legs in his boxer briefs and his trousers. “Give me numbers.” Silence before his lips lift in an accomplished smile. “Excellent.”

My stomach falls as he continues enumerating some technical terms. I silently open the door and head to the adjacent room. I find my clothes neatly folded on the sofa. I slip them on in silence.

A hole forms in my chest. I was ready to leave a few minutes ago, but being erased hurts.

“Bordel.” I curse when I recall that he has my underwear. Whatever. I smooth my skirt and my tank top then slip on my sandals. I spy Dominic speaking with passion on the phone while buttoning his shirt.

My lips roll behind my teeth. He’s such a handsome, thrilling adventure.

It’s better this way. I have an awful intuition that if I stay and let him deeper, he’ll destroy me.

I’m an adult. I can walk away.

And I do.

I silently slip out of the room and close the door behind me. The final sound of the door clicking settles a weight in my chest. A hollowness eats at my heart.

It’s over.

Chapter Eleven

The following day, I’m trudging in the coffee shop and offering automatic smiles to the customers.

Samir gave me a time out and asked me to stay behind the counter. He has every right to. Sulking in front of patrons isn’t good for business.

I’m being dramatic.

I slide behind the counter to take care of the cashier. It’s better if I hide here until the end of my shift. I stare at the clock. It’s still the afternoon. I have all