Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

“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 last long. I can’t. I’ve been so ready with just three slaps. The sombre look in his eyes is a trigger for a heart-wrenching pleasure.

“Show me your darkness, baby.” He whispers against my ear. “Fall. I will catch you.”

I do. Dieu. I just do. I clench around his fingers so hard, it wrenches my insides. I scream out my release and fall. I just fall. Because apparently, I trust Dominic to catch me.

He lets go of my hair but doesn’t remove his hand from the sofa. My head falls against his palm as I breathe harshly. My body is still shuddering with the aftermath of the soul-shattering orgasm.

We stare at each other, me droopy-eyed and Dominic hard-eyed. There’s a sheen of intensity covering his face that causes a shudder to draw down my spine.

My tongue is urging to dart out and lick my lips or better yet, lick his lips. I want to kiss him so bad. I want intimacy with him. He owes me that much after everything.

Why isn’t he kissing me?

As if detecting my thoughts, Dominic removes his hand from under my cheek and his other hand from inside me. I swear my core clenches around his fingers trying to keep him in. He flips me around so fast, I yelp when my burning ass rests against the cool leather.

Dominic is hovering over me in no time. He yanks the straps of my bra. It rips underneath his fingers and falls in shreds around me.

“I missed these.” He grunts, grabbing both my breasts while his strong thighs straddle my waist. I moan as my nipples become painful under his assault.

“It’s been barely a day.”

“A long fucking day,” he rasps against a peaked nipple before he bites it into his hot, scorching mouth. “You will still be punished for leaving yesterday.”

I arch my back, trying to move my bound hands. The position is straining my shoulders and my ass still burns, but sick pleasure courses through me at being completely under Dominic’s mercy – or the lack thereof.

His tongue laps on my nipple while his fingers pinch the other one. Shots of pleasure overwhelm me. I buck against him. Dominic body pushes mine down. I gasp when I feel his thick hardness against my belly.

“Dom…” I pant.

He releases my nipple with a pop, and I mourn the loss. My lips part when I see the hard lines on his face. “Shut up.”

Disappointment lodges in the depth of my throat. “Why?”

“Because your voice makes me want to tie you down and never let you fucking leave, Camille.” He yanks down his boxer briefs.

His fist wraps around his thick cock, and like yesterday, I can’t look away. Pre-cum already coats the tip. He guides his erection to the bottom of my stomach and down my wet folds. “Look what you’re doing to me.”