Lured (Team Zero #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,20

lace underwear. They’re matching this time.

He groans, and I try to look at him. He threads a strong hand in my hair, keeping me in place. I turn my cheek so it’s laying on the cool leather. I inhale deep. It smells of Dominic.

Intense.

Exotic.

Mind-blowing.

“I want to look at you,” I groan and use my hand to prop up. Dominic yanks both my arms behind my back and grabs them with one strong hand. My body falls back against the sofa. Cool leather wraps around my wrists.

My pulse heightens and a current of need settles inside me. This is only the second time he does this. Why does it feel like I want him to bind me forever?

“Should’ve thought of that when you came late.” His authoritative tone whispers near my ear. I finally get a sight of him. He’s still fastening the leather around my wrist and he’s… only in boxers.

Putain. Why is he so hot? I mean, shouldn’t he have an imperfection or something that will make him more human?

My thighs clench with need as I take in his defined abs and that ‘No Regrets’ tattoo.

Dominic smells of a head-turning male shower gel and leather. There’s also a hint of his natural smell that isn’t doing any favours to my already heated body. Dark brown strands fall haphazardly on his forehead. They’re half-damp, giving him a ruggedly handsome look.

When he speaks, his brows are furrowing. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I thought so, too.”

Once my wrists are secured behind my back, he reaches a finger and traces my bottom lip. “Why did you change your mind?”

I gulp. It’s hard to find words when he’s touching me. “I couldn’t stay away,” I say light-heartedly. “Do you use some sort of enchantment on me?”

“Do you, Camille?”

I shake my head – as much as I can while my cheek is on the pillow.

He nods with an unreadable expression before he stands. “You better be ready for what’s to come.”

I strain to catch sight of him. “Promises, promises…”

I don’t get a warning before he yanks my underwear down. I hiss a breath when the cloth rubs against my still sore ass.

Mon Dieu. He ripped the underwear.

“What’s your problem with my underwear?”

“They’re always in the way.” His voice is absent-minded as he lowers a hand to my ass cheek. He squeezes one ass cheek and massages the other. I suck in a breath of both pleasure and pain. I can tell by the appreciative sounds he makes that he’s liking what he sees.

“Fucking beautiful.” His strokes are firm and soothing, and it rips a moan from me. “I knew your skin would look magnificent with my marks on them.”

I don’t miss the pride in his tone. He likes that he left his marks on me. I like it, too. What does that make me?

“I couldn’t sit properly since yesterday.” I had meant to whine, but it came out in a breathless tone.

“Good. I’ve been on your thoughts as you’ve been on mine.”

He’s been thinking of me?

I don’t get to analyse that. His hand comes down on my ass. Hard.

“Aaah!” I shriek as the sting zips pleasure straight to my core and tears spring to my eyes. How can something so painful be so pleasurable?

“This is for being late.” Slap. “You won’t be late again, baby girl, hmm?” Slap.

“Noooo!” I scream then muffle the needy sound in the leather. I’m pretty sure he can feel my arousal if he just parts my clenched thighs. My core pulses and my nipples throb against my bra.

Just three slaps and I’m so wanton, I can already feel the tightening at the base of my belly. It’s like the pain is heightening my pleasure.

Dominic goes back to massaging my ass, and I moan against the sting. His touch has this calming, surreal effect.

His other hand fists in my hair and pulls my head back so I’m staring at his punishing eyes through a blurry vision. “Don’t stifle your screams for me. No one will hear you except for me.” His finger dips between my legs, and I whimper when he touches my sensitive folds.

Dominic grunts. “And I want to hear you scream, baby girl.”

I nod frantically because apparently, I’ve been reduced to a mute. He adds another finger and I moan. He keeps his heated eyes on me. Those deep browns make me want to free fall to sin. They make me want to do things my brain knows it shouldn’t.

Dominic continues pumping in and out of me. I don’t