Lured (Team Zero #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,23

muscles are facing me and his dark hair is dishevelled. I’m really at a loss about which version I like best; the posh doctor look or the easy-going one.

He turns around, and when he sees me, his lips lift in that heart-stopping smile. Before I can return it, he takes me in and narrows his eyes.

What the hell?

“If you don’t mind, I’ll just grab a coffee.” I head to the machine. “I can’t function straight without my morning coffee. I might collapse in the streets or something.”

I clamp my lips shut. My way of playing it cool is through word vomit.

Warmth radiates down my back as Dominic’s presence appears behind me.

I clutch the pot harder. My breathing becomes rugged and I have to focus really hard to pour the coffee in the mug and not all over the counter or myself.

Whoa. Who knew pouring coffee takes so much concentration?

“Why are you dressed? Again.” His voice drips with actual annoyance.

I turn around so I’m facing him. Huge mistake. Now, I’m staring at his defined abs, the tendrils of his tattoo, the stubble on his cheek, the sliver of fine hair on his chest travelling down… down…

I clear my throat and focus on his face. “We’re done, aren’t we?”

He slams a hand on either side of me on the counter so he’s caging me. “Says who?”

Quoi…? “What do you mean?”

His dark eyes drip with deviltry. “I’m nowhere near being done with you, baby girl.”

I swear my heart is about to beat out of my chest. The heaviness from earlier turns into flutters down my belly. “I thought you only did one time things.”

He smirks. “It’s technically two times.”

“Dom!”

His eyes heat. “I like it when you call me that.”

“I’m serious.” I try to sound like it anyway. “It’s simpler if it’s a one-time thing.”

My fingers trace the coffee mug. It’d hurt if he lets me walk out of the door, but it’s better to be hurt now rather than afterwards. And he will hurt me. Sociopaths never really settle down. They’re physically incapable of it.

“Then we will make it a two times thing.” He pushes into me, his voice dripping with a playfulness mixed with darkness. The counter digs into my back. “Then three times then maybe four until we forget the count.”

I shake my head, even though tingles are erupting all over my skin.

“Stop thinking.” His palms clutch my cheek and he seems to be seeing inside my soul. That’s what the devil does, right? “That head of yours works so much.”

“I’m not a bimbo whose head doesn’t function.” There’s a bite in my tone.

“Obviously.” He smiles genuinely. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

“You’re playing me.”

“Is it working?”

“I’m only here for the summer holidays,” I blurt. I don’t know why I need to get this off my chest. “I’ll return to France in less than three months.”

“Then stay here with me.” He doesn’t even miss a beat.

“What? No. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have a place with my boss.”

“I think we should agree that my place is more accommodating than your boss’s attic room.”

“Wait. How do you know that?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He brushes his lips against mine. It’s quick and feathery, but it sends my mind and heart on overdrive.

“Stay,” he whispers against my mouth. When I don’t say anything, he continues, “My offer to kidnap you still stands.”

“You can’t just blackmail people.”

He grins. “Sure I can.”

“What will I get if I stay?” I adopt a bossy tone.

“A better place?”

I shake my head.

“I make delicious breakfast.”

“Tempting.” Since I can’t cook for shit. But he doesn’t need to know that.

He leans over and bites the lobe of my ear. I flinch and stifle a moan. His hot breaths against my skin send a trail of pleasure through me.

“I will fuck you senseless every day until you become addicted. I will slam inside that tight pussy and eat it up until it only remembers my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. I will drain you until you beg me to stop. Even then,” his voice drops to a shiver-inducing range, “I won’t stop.”

Oh. Dieu.

His dirty talk is making me all hot and bothered.

I want that.

When he pulls away, I’m sure he can see my cheeks turning red.

“That’s low,” I mumble.

He lifts a shoulder. “If it gets me what I want…”

“I didn’t agree to stay.”

He pulls me into him by the waist. “Let me convince you then. I’m sure I can think of an argument or two.”

One hand clutching the mug, I place the other on his