Page 15 of Cruel Possession

Today is the day it all comes to an end, though.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” There’s venom and fire in her voice.

I could bend her over the bed right now and fuck her before I drag her away with me.

She’s probably thinking about that too.

If I were to slide my hand into those tight jeans of hers right now, her pussy would be dripping for me.

Instead, I sink my hand into her hair and pull her head back and to the side, forcing her to look up at me.

Time to make her sweat.

“You’re going to have to hurry, our officiant is waiting for us, and I would hate to be late.”

Her eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re going to get in your dress and then you’re going to head down those stairs and get into the waiting car. It’s quite simple.”

Zoe wriggles, her dark brown eyes flashing with anger as she tries to get away from me, even if her hair is still wrapped around my fist. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but like hellwill I be putting that on and going with you anywhere. It’s not going to happen.”

“Oh, I assure you, it will happen.” I even know who will play the “officiant.” I give another hard tug on her hair before letting her go. “You can always walk down the aisle naked, but then I’m going to have to get ordained myself since I’m the only one who gets to see you naked.”

She looks at me like I have three heads. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Yup.” I wave the gun at the dress. “Now hurry up.”

“I’m not wearing a fucking wedding dress and getting married to you. It’s not going to happen. Not a chance in fucking hell.”

“Perfect, I was hoping you were going to make this difficult.” I stalk toward her and for a moment, there’s fear in her eyes.

I have her just where I want her, even though the fear is fading.

As I press the gun to the side of her head, she swallows hard. Hatred radiates from her every pore, but I can work with that.

After all, according to her, the one thing we’ve always come back to each other for is hate sex.

And damn, is she good at giving a blow job when she’s pissed off.

Zoe juts out her chin and crosses her arms. “Morgana is downstairs. If you try anything, she’s going to come up here and kill you.”

“Aw, that’s cute. You think your friend can save you? She’s no longer downstairs. One of my men took care of that when you left the room.” I smirk, tracing the gun down the side of her face.

When she tries to turn from me, I press her body between mine and the wall, nearly the same way we were at the club last week.

She’s a lot less excited to be in this position this time.

Not that it matters.

Whether she likes it or not, she’s coming with me. Not to get married, not really, but I won’t tell her that just yet.

“Sorry, bride-to-be.” My tone is mocking as I draw back the gun. “This is going to hurt.”

The harbor iscold in the middle of the night, the boat rocking against the icy pier.

I smirk, looking down at the wedding dress.

She’s going to be pissed when she wakes up.