Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

“You will be punished for that later.” His tone holds nothing of the playfulness of his laughter. “You want me to touch you?”

I nod frantically.

“But I like you dripping wet and needy like this.”

Those words shouldn’t have this morbid effect on me, but they do. “Dominic…”

“Ask nicely and I might change my mind.”

“You’re playing the nice card now?” I pant.

His finger parts my slick folds, but it only drives me insane without any friction. “I can play any damn card I please. All you have to do is take it, baby girl.”

“Connard…” I curse under my breath.

He slaps my wetness. I cry out, and I swear I’m a second away from climaxing. “Watch that mouth before I fuck it.”

I want that. Merde. Why do I want it so much?

“S’il te plait, Dom…” I writhe against his hand.

His finger plunges inside my desperate warmth. He groans at the same time as I moan. I try to glance at him, but he holds my nape down with one hand. It’s isn’t choking, but it’s strong enough to keep me from moving.

He thrusts another finger inside me. My eyes flutter closed. A deep tightening takes over my stomach. It’s hard to breathe, let alone think.

Keeping his hand on my nape, his hard, taut – and very clothed – body covers mine from behind. His fingers thrust in and out of my tightness with sure, mind-shattering persistence.

The building takes over my senses. My ass burns. My neck is underneath his control. My body is covered with his and every inch of skin is under his command. The feel of being completely helpless in his arms pushes me to a hazy phase I didn’t know existed.

I can’t feel anything but the harsh, pleasurable friction.

In and out.

In. Out.

In –

“Show me that dark hidden side,” he rasps. “Show me what you’re made of, baby girl.”

The moment his thumb touches my clit – no kidding, he doesn’t even tease it, he just touches it – I explode all over his fingers. My body shivers and my limbs fail me. The orgasm hits me with a strength I never thought was possible.

I fall. Or I think I do.

Black eats at the corners of my vision. Strong arms surround me as darkness sucks me in its clutches.





Chapter Seven





The thing about power? It doesn’t ask for permission.

I don’t ask for permission.

Dominic thinks himself powerful and mighty. He thinks that because he achieved all that he had set eyes on, he has the right to everything.

Since everyone falls at his feet, Dominic is deluded enough to think he owns the world. Young and arrogant and reckless.

I’ve been trying to find a weakness on him for a long time.

It looks like today I found it in the shape of a little French girl.

She’ll be the reason for his crash and burn.

Someone like Dominic will tear her apart in the process.





Chapter Eight





My eyes crack open to be assaulted with strong light.

I fling the pillow over my head. I always told Maman to stop waking me up early.

A burn in my ass causes me to wince.

I jerk up and groan when my sensitive skin moves against the sheets. I hold the covers to my chin as I study my surroundings. A hotel’s bedroom. It’s soft and white and… impersonal.

Memories drift in my mind like a cloud. The spanking. The sick pleasure. The shattering orgasm. The blacking out.

Wow. I had an orgasm so strong that I fainted.

Dominic must’ve brought me to the bedroom. I scrunch my nose. I wanted to feel it when he carried me in those strong arms.

I stare at the clock on the wall. I’ve been sleeping for half an hour. That wasn’t too long. Je pense. I still have an hour until my shift starts.

My lower lip rolls behind my teeth. Maybe Dominic got bored and left? I can’t blame him since I kind of passed out on him.

I slide to the edge of the bed. My ass throbs, and I groan. I stand and drape the sheet around my torso. My steps are careful as I peek from the ajar door.

Dominic’s cool, deep voice filters from the other room. I release a breath. He didn’t leave.

I spy him standing at the huge glass window, staring at London’s buildings, and speaking on the phone. His back is facing me. He’s still in that fitted shirt with the rolled sleeves. He has a hand in his pocket while his other forearm is leaning on the glass. A throb starts between my legs, and I rub them together.

“I said it’s done.” He grits out. I’ve been so distracted by him that I didn’t hear what he was talking about. The way he spoke the last words strikes me. It’s angry and harsh. And it’s not the type of authoritativeness that turns me into goo. He’s genuinely pissed off. I feel sorry for whoever has to endure his wrath.

I have no doubts that he actively destroys anyone who stands in his path.

“It will be on my terms, not yours.” Dominic hangs up and taps a few things in his phone before putting it in his ear again. “I’ll be back to the lab in an hour. Yes.” Silence. “Yes. Excellent.”

More silence.

I kind of forgot that he’s a doctor. I can volunteer to be his patient. Although Nancy gossipy side mentioned that he’s more in the research field rather than the practical field.