Page 26 of Cruel Possession

That might bother her more than being in chains since she’s always had a thing for watching me play with myself.

Fuck it.

I need her off balance and not thinking clearly. If fucking my fist is the way to do that, then I’m about willing to do whatever it takes to get her talking.

And this might just be what I need to get her willing to tell me everything I want.

But first, there’s something else I need to do.

I get up and pull a knife out of my pocket, showing it to her. “You’ve always been fonder of knives than guns, haven’t you?”

She watches me like a deer watching a predator stalk it. If she weren’t chained to the wall, I would be more worried about what she’s capable of.

I take the knife and run it up her thigh, drawing a thin line of blood. “Should I brand you the way your brother branded me?”

“Don’t see what it’s going to fix. Noah’s dead.” Zoe looks down at her thigh. “Might be hot. Might make your death slower and more painful when I get out of these chains.”

I’m not going to brand her—not yet, at least, but if I do, it’s going to be far bigger than a simple little knife cut. It’s going to be in a way that she won’t be able to cover up, even if she wants to.

I pull the knife from her and toss it onto the table with the champagne.

Her gaze is glued to mine as I pull down the zipper of my jeans, pulling out my cock.

A flush creeps up her neck, coloring her cheeks a soft shade of pink.

As my hand slides from base to tip, her breathing hitches.

I brush my thumb over the head, catching the drop of moisture there and rubbing it in.

Lust burns in her gaze as her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip.

All I want to do right now is force her to her knees in front of me. I want to slam my cock so deep in her throat that she still feels it the next morning.

I step forward, cock bobbing against my lower stomach, and pull the key from my pocket, unlocking her and letting her down.

She rubs her wrists before sinking to her knees in front of me.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the vein on the underside of my cock without so much as a word from me.

When she takes my tip into her hot, wet mouth, I groan, fingers sinking into her hair.

She moans around me, the vibrations making me ache.

Her cheeks hollow, and she takes me deeper, one hand wrapping around my base and working in time with her mouth.

I guide her faster, forcing her to take me deeper until my balls tighten.

Cupping the back of her head, I hold her to me as she grazes her teeth and tongue over my cock, swallowing more of me.

“Look at you, such a dirty little whore on your knees for me. My prisoner, and yet you still want my cock.”

When she looks up at me from beneath those dark lashes, I pull her to her feet, lifting her up and pinning her against the wall. After shoving her panties to the side, I enter her in one hard thrust.

Her pussy clamps down around me, so tight I don’t know how I’m going to hold on much longer.

She rocks her hips in time with my thrusts, a mischievous smile curving the corner of her mouth.

When her legs squeeze tighter around my hips, I know she’s close.