Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

“Dom!”

“He was touching you.” He leans over again and bites my lower lip so hard, I’m scared it will bleed. “He had his fucking hand on these lips. These lips are mine.” He cups me harshly, and is met by my slickness. “This pussy is mine. Every inch of your skin is mine to fuck, to pleasure, and to own.”

I whimper against his touch. I’m shivering and going out of my mind with how arousing his words are.

Dominic doesn’t stop. He works his own belt and trousers. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. I’m breathing so heavily, I think I’m going to hyperventilate. What if Samir comes over? Nancy? What if Will brings someone? I’ll never look at them in the face again.

My thoughts evaporate when Dominic thrusts inside me in one go. Oh. Dieu. My throat closes. His firm hand around my neck builds a claustrophobic, strangely pleasurable feeling. The fact that my boss can walk in on us causes my legs to tremble with thrill.

Being with Dominic is like taking a rollercoaster ride with no landing in sight.

It’s dangerous.

He’s dangerous.

Why do I love it this much?

He thrusts into me harder like he’s punishing me. He stretches me from the inside. My walls clench around him like a vice. My back hits the door with each raw, gritty pound. I’m a mess. My nerve endings are shivering with tingles of arousal. I can’t think. I can’t even breathe properly. I can only feel. Need. Fall.

“You.” Slam. “Are.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Mine.”

I stifle a scream by biting his shoulder over the jacket. My eyes rim with tears at the intensity of what’s building inside me. I’m going to explode and faint or something. I’m so, so close, it’s tearing me apart.

“Say it,” Dom demands as he slows his thrusts.

“Je suis à toi.” I breathe against his mouth. I would tell him anything as long as he relieves the ache.

“Say it again.” His thrusts increase in tempo.

“I’m yours…. Yours… Aaaah.” A violent wave takes me over. I scream.

Dominic swallows the sound with his mouth.

At this moment, I don’t even care if someone comes in. I’m so pleased and elated. It’s like I’m flying out of my skin. Dominic’s shoulders shudder before warmth fills my walls.

Just feeling his strong body cave in for me almost drives me to that place all over again.

He lets go of my neck, and it feels empty. I will ask him to do that tonight while my hands are bound. My core twitches just thinking about it.

Dominic’s heated eyes swallow me whole. “Next time, when I say you’re mine, you say it back or I will bend you over any-fucking-where and remind you of that.”

I open my mouth to say something – I don’t know what – but Dominic cuts me off by slamming his lips against mine.

Kissing him has become a drug.

He’s become a drug.

I’m so doomed because I don’t want to detox.





Two hours later, after taking the rest of the evening off and having dinner outside, Dominic and I walk into his flat’s building.

It’s only ten, which is super early in Dominic’s usual schedule. Perhaps he will work from home.

He’s holding my hand in his larger one. Tingles shoot down my spine whenever his thumb strokes the back of my hand. These little gestures are frying my brain.

Sometimes, when he thinks I’m asleep, he’d cover me and just watch. When I wake up and he’s already at work, I’d find a note that breakfast is ready. When we’re outside, he’d keep a hand around my waist as if he can’t stop touching me.

At times, I wonder if this is part of his strategy to make me fall then laugh in my face. Everything will be a play for him. I’ll be the one left with a broken heart.

A woman dressed in an expensive dress and a large hat exits the revolving doors. She must be one of Dominic’s neighbours, but I’ve never seen her before. He offers her his full of shit grin and she gives him a fake smile back.

Once she’s out of ear shot, “You lot are so hypocritical. Why smile if you don’t want to?”

“I’m not a hypocrite.” He’s nonchalant. He actually believes his words.

I stop near the revolving door and Dominic does the same. “Uh… no offence, Dom, but you are. I do try to see the best in you, but I know what you are. There’s no need to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying to you, baby girl. I don’t need to when with you.” He pauses as if measuring what he just said. “I’m also not a hypocrite. A hypocrite is someone who lies to themselves that every single atrocious thing they’ve done is right. They know it’s wrong but try to disguise it as right. I don’t. I own up to everything I did and will do. I know I’m wired differently and I use it to my benefit. I don’t give a fuck about what’s acceptable and what isn’t as long as I get what I want.”

A sociopath. That’s what Dominic is. I really should stop being biased by only seeing the good in him.

“Are you using your nature with me?”

He raises an eyebrow and strokes the back of my hand. “Why don’t you tell me, Cam? You’re smart, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. The line blurs sometimes.”