Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

Pity. Patients are missing out on him.

On second thought, no. I don’t know why I don’t like the idea of him touching women all around.

“I need the first bracket’s results today. Keep recording any changes,” he says. “You’re the best, Sophie.”

I clutch the sheet tighter to my chest. I hate this feeling at the pit of my stomach as if I’m upset or something. He can have a Sophie or whoever he pleases.

He places his phone in his trousers’ pocket and turns around. His brown eyes soften, and so do my insides. I swear he has enchanted me.

He reaches me in a few strides. I can’t help admiring the agile, confident way he moves with.

I never thought effortless power exists, but here it is.

He strokes a rebel blond strand behind my ear before he runs his forefinger down my cheek. I shiver underneath his touch. Only I’m not cold. All I feel is heat.

“Are you all right?” he asks in a genuinely concerned tone that takes me off guard.

I clear my throat. “I’m fine.” Aside from my still-needy core and stinging ass.

“You fainted on me.”

“I... I don’t know how that happened.” I clamp my lips shut before I confess that it was my very first orgasm by another person.

“Come. Eat.” He motions at a tray of food I didn’t notice – probably because I was busy ogling him.

“I had lunch. I didn’t faint because I was hungry.”

He raises a thick, perfect eyebrow. “In that case, did I tell you to cover up?”

I shift my gaze, but before I can make the decision of whether or not I should remove the sheet, Dominic clutches the hem and rips it off me.

I yelp then gasp when he yanks me towards him. My palms rest on his broad shoulders for balance. My aching nipples brush against his shirt.

“You’re awfully dressed up,” I mumble and stare up at his eyes. Someone can get lost in those dark browns and never find a way out.

Dominic smirks as he traces his forefinger from my cheek down to my neck and collarbone and my right breast. “That mouth of yours needs to shut up. I do the talking.”

The arrogance of this damn man. Why do I like it this much?

“What if I don’t want to?”

With his hand near my breast, the other cups my stinging ass cheek. I stutter in a breath. “Once I’m done, you will be too sore. You will remember my hand on your skin for days. Don’t push me to the point I won’t be able to hold back.”

I must be sick in the head because I want to witness the version where he doesn’t hold back.

His finger stops inches away from my beading nipple. The damn tease. He traces it once twice, three times. I already feel that ache between my legs.

He latches on the sensitive peak and pinches. Hard. I cry out as a zap of pleasure shoots straight to my core.

“I’m tempted to fuck you until you black out again.”

I pant for breath as he continues his assault. “Promises, promises…”

I don’t get a warning.

Dominic places a hand around my back and the other behind my knees. He throws me over his shoulder and his hand surrounds my thighs. I yelp as blood rushes to my head that’s dangles down his back. My fingers hold on to his shirt as he strides to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

He slaps my sore ass cheek, and I cry out. “That’s a warning. Don’t push me.”

I clamp my lips shut, both to stifle a moan, and to concentrate on clenching my thighs together.

He throws me on the bed and pleasure pools between my legs. Excitement and thrill are so loud in my body that I’m sure I can come with a single touch.

Dominic unbuckles his belt as his darker-than-the-night eyes slash through me. I can’t help parting my legs.

“You want my cock, baby girl?”

I must’ve thrown my shame out the window because I nod.

“You want me to fuck you until you no longer move?”

I bite the corner of my lower lip and nod.

A dark gleam covers his features as he shakes his head and reaches for his belt. “Not so fast. On your knees.”

I should’ve said no.

I should’ve run.

I didn’t.

There’s a sickening pleasure in how he orders me and takes control of my whole being. There’s something so freeing about being under his complete mercy. I didn’t know I had this part, but apparently, I do. Maybe this is what I always wanted Pierre to do. I wanted him to take charge, but he never did. He let me boss him around any way I wanted.

Dominic doesn’t let me breathe without his permission and it’s so freaking hot.

I scramble from the bed and onto my knees on the ground. How can the prospect of giving a blowjob excite me this much?

As soon as the belt is loose, Dominic reaches over and binds both my hands behind my back. My heart beats so loud, I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it. Just like when he spanked me the first time, fear of the unknown courses through me.

Seeming satisfied, he leans back. The binds are tight enough to keep my hands from moving but they’re not bruising.

Dominic watches me intently while rubbing his bottom lip. It’s as if he’s an artist and I’m his artwork. He appears like a proud artist.

And I’m one hell of a stimulated artwork.

“Why do I need to be tied up for a blowjob?” I ask.