Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

He laughs, the sound is dark and amused. “This won’t be a blowjob, baby girl. I will fuck your pretty face.”





Chapter Nine





When a stranger you barely met says he will fuck your face, normal people are supposed to run, right?

Apparently, I’m not normal.

I’m frozen in place. A flutter dances at the bottom of my belly and my gaze can’t rip away from how he removes his trousers. He’s yanking it down along with the black boxer briefs, but the gesture never looked so sophisticated.

My lips part at the sheer size of him. I don’t think my mouth can accommodate that, and yet… oh, how much I want to.

Unknowingly, my lips fall open more. A tingle curls my toes and my tied hands. I want to touch him.

His hand strokes his hard, thick cock from the base to the top. My lips part and I can’t help licking them. I never thought a man touching himself would look so effing hot.

“You want this, baby girl?” There’s a hint of playfulness as his deep dark eyes flame a path to my soul.

I’m on my knees, my hands are bound behind my back and I’m staring at the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. What’s there not to want? “Oui...”

A smirk plays at his lips as his cock touches my lips.

I expected him to slam inside, but Dominic takes it slow. Too slow. His length slides inside my mouth. He releases a deep appreciative sound, and my thighs clench. There’s this inexplicable need to please him. Deep down, it brings me pleasure as well.

My tongue darts along his smooth skin. I wish my hands were free so I can make this better. But again, he bound me so he’ll be the only one in control.

Giving oral was fine with me because I got to control the pace with Pierre. That isn’t the case with Dominic. Not even close.

His eyes drip with sadistic pleasure knowing that he has me under his command. The intense way he stares at me makes me want to fly out of my skin.

I fairly adjust to his sheer size and power while keeping eye contact. This raw intimacy is seeping under my skin and straight to my bones.

Dominic threads his calloused fingers in my hair and thrusts deeper and firmer until he hits the back of my throat. Air is knocked out of my lungs. Panic seizes me by the gut.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t freaking breathe.

My gag reflex shoots and tears spring to my eyes.

He pulls out almost completely. I cough and splutter and saliva is streaming down the sides of my mouth.

“Breathe. That’s it.” His fingers stroke my hair. It’s controlled but soothing. “You have to trust me.”

Hah. I want to tell him I’d never trust a sociopath, but strangely, at this moment... I stare into those bewitching, unreadable eyes and I think I do trust him. At least for now.

I’m panting, tears are stinging my eyes, but I open my mouth again. He created a monster. I can’t get enough.

He thrusts until he nearly hits the back of my throat. But he doesn’t choke me. His fingers in my hair control my head and my whole being like a steering wheel. He does it again and again. He thrusts in and out of my mouth and sharp curses spill from him.

“So beautiful. So fucking breakable.” He grunts as more tears spill down my cheeks.

He loves hurting me, and I love that he does. How sick is that?

I can’t look away from him. His entire body is taut. His hair is slicked to perfection and his veiny forearms flex with every movement. His dark, freaking eyes keep beckoning me to sin.

Even though he’s using my mouth, I can feel my effect on him. It’s in the way his shoulders contract and the guttural way he grunts. My core pulses and aches with need.

“Fuck, Camille,” he growls while I feel him twitch inside my mouth. He comes deep in my throat. I swallow. Or try to, anyway. Cum spills on each side of my lips and down my collarbone. I never liked swallowing before, but I will be damned if I miss anything Dominic has to offer.

He pulls out, and I release him with a pop, already feeling the loss.

I don’t break eye contact, even though both tears and cum are streaming down my cheeks. I never thought someone would make me feel so used and so pleased at the same time.

Dominic stares down at me with a heated expression as if I’m some sort of wonder. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His arms surround me as he undoes my bindings. His fingers stroke my inner wrist before releasing them. I cease to breathe. This is probably the most caring, intimate thing he’s ever done to me.

I massage the soreness and try to gauge his expression.

His head is a mere inch away. I want to kiss him. I need to kiss him. It’s only fair after what we did.

But this is only supposed to be a one-time-only adventure. Kissing is for long-term relationships.

“Go, clean up,” he says in an even tone.

Disappointment coils at the bottom of my stomach. I start to turn towards the bathroom, but Dominic stops me with two fingers underneath my chin. “Don’t be long. I’m not close to being done with you, Cam.”

My breath hitches. Cam. He’s using another pet name. That should be a good sign.

I nod and head to the bathroom while fighting the constant pulsing in my ass and the unsatisfied throb in my core.

I gasp at the view in the mirror. My hair is dishevelled. Tears and cum streak my face. Thank the lord I don’t wear makeup or it would’ve been a tragic painting.