Lured (Team Zero #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,36

tighten. Even though the towel is soft, they almost hurt with so much tension.

His fingers find the edge of the towel and he rasps, “Let’s get rid of this distracting thing.”

“Distracting?” I barely manage.

“I couldn’t even have a proper breakfast because of this.”

Before I can lament in the meaning behind that, Dominic rips the towel open so I’m lying stark naked in front of him.

Fierce hunger darkens the brown of his eyes as they rake over every inch of skin. My body hums to life and the inside of my thighs throbs. I’m so wet, I think he sees it.

He’s always had this effect on me. And not only physically. He stimulates my mind, heart, and body all the damn time. There’s no dull moment with him.

Dominic uses the towel to wrap my wrists over my head to the bedpost. I’m completely under his mercy. He spreads my thighs and settles between them. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cam.”

The deep sincerity on his face coupled with my own emotions is the death of me. I deviate my head to capture his lips. I roll my hips so he’ll feel my urgency, too. A rustle of clothes sounds as he fiddles with his boxer briefs before his erection teases at my entrance.

“I want to spank your arse red, but I fucking need inside you, baby girl.”

He slams into me in one delicious, deep thrust. I cry out against his mouth and hold onto the bedpost.

Since I’m ready, Dominic doesn’t give me time to adjust. He finds his rhythm in a beat. He pounds into me so roughly and brutally, the way we both like it. The way we both crave it. The mattress and our bodies shift with the hardness of each thrust.

It’s wild and untamed and so out of fucking control. And I’m so close to the edge. It’s insane how much he’s so compatible with my unhinged sexual preferences – that I only discovered with him.

He pulls out, almost completely, and then slams in again. Stars form behind my eyelids. My head rolls back in a wordless cry. I make helpless sounds that resemble moans and whimpers but are more intense.

“You like that, Cam?” He grunts.

I nod frantically. I’m so, so close.

He wraps a hand around my throat and slams again. This time, I shatter all around him. A quiver goes through my body as I come apart. It takes Dominic a few more thrusts before he curses. His back muscles turn rigid. He growls as warmth fills my insides.

We lie in there with him still seated deep inside me. Our heavy breaths are the only sound in the room.

Dominic undoes my binding and strokes my inner wrists even though the towel is soft.

I feel so pleased and in a stupid dopamine halo. Maybe, just maybe, that’s why I say, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Then, I freak out. Some sense goes back to my brain which is being thoroughly manipulated by Dominic. I’m about to negate what I said. Become defensive. Tell him it’s all because of the sex spell.

I don’t get a chance.

Dominic flips us so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. He says in hot words against my ear, “Don’t go back to France. Stay with me.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“Ambush him. Now.”

It’s time for Dominic to submit.

Chapter Twenty-Two

True to his word, Dominic takes me all over London.

We stroll in Hyde Park and even have ice cream – or I do. Dominic just watches while shaking his head as the ultimate ice cream terrorist. I mean, who hates ice cream?

Dominic, the freak, apparently.

We spend the entire time walking and talking like a normal couple. He even has his arm around my waist the entire time. Needless to say, I melt more than the ice cream cone in England’s heat wave.

By lunchtime, the soles of my feet are begging to be put out of their misery and the T-shirt is sticking to my back with sweat. I heave in relief when we step into an air-conditioned restaurant for lunch.

A few patrons say ‘a bit hot out there’. That’s the understatement of the century, but it’s the British way I guess.

Where are London’s rainy days when you need them?

Dominic and I sit near the back. It’s darker and cosier here. There aren’t people either. Perfect.

While we drink refreshments, I go on and on, telling Dominic about the places I still want to visit. Big Ben, the Palace and so much more. I visited them in the