Page 38 of Cruel Possession

Aiden unbuttons the top couple of buttons of his dress shirt, looking like he can finally breathe after a long day.

I don’t want to think about what he’s been doing all day while waiting for me to wake up, but I’m sure it’s nothing good. At least, not if I know him like I think I do.

And after months of sleeping with someone on and off, you get to know them pretty well, even if it is just sex between the two of you.

“Since you don’t want to be nice and just answer my questions, I was thinking that I could give you something you want in exchange for something I want.” Aiden comes around the side of the bed and pulls the fabric out of my mouth. “Now, I want you to cooperate.”

“You don’t have anything I want.”

His finger skims down my thigh, running along the silky material of the leggings like he doesn’t have a care in the world about what’s going to happen. It’s almost like he’s more than happy to take his time.

That doesn’t bode well for me. At all.

I need him on edge. Sloppy. I need him thinking about anything other than me and what he can do to me to get me talking.

With a syrupy-sweet smile, I wriggle a little, making the binds around my wrists and ankles shift. “It would be easier to play games with you if I wasn’t tied up.”

His smile is crooked, dark shadows cast from the dim lighting around the room.

“And why would I release you? You’ve proven that you’re going to take every opportunity you have to escape or try to kill me. I’m not going to let that happen.”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

Not right away, at least.

Aiden laughs and strides around the other side of the bed, his fingers tracing along the inside of my other thigh, sending heat through my body, pooling in my pussy and making it ache.

Even when he’s being a bastard, it’s hard to resist his touch.

I try my best, though. I clamp my thighs together—as much as I can with my ankles bound to either side of the bed.

I stay still when he touches me otherwise, staring straight up at the ceiling, trying not to react at all when his fingers skim the underside of my breast, my hoodie long gone.

However, it seems like my nipples didn’t get the memo.

Aiden stops near the head of the bed, the bulge in his black trousers evident. “Now, like I said, we’re going to play a game. For every answer you give me, I’ll give you an orgasm, and for every time you act up, I’m going to edge you until it hurts.”

I focus on keeping my breaths deep, my lips pressed together. I don’t respond. I don’t need to.

If this is his idea of a game, then it’s going to be a long night. I have nothing to tell him. I’m likely going to be dead just for staying in his home for this long. The boss is going to come get me, and then he’s going to execute me. There’s no avoiding that even if I wish there was.

There’s nothing to lose, but nothing to gain either.

No matter what I do, I die in the end.

Aiden crouches down, brushing strands of my hair further from my face, letting them fan out around the bed. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? It’s a shame that someone so beautiful slips under my skin like a well-placed splinter and does nothing but pour poison into my veins.”

“Poetic. Didn’t think you were the kind, honestly.” I smirk, glancing over at him, my heart slamming into my ribs when our gazes connect.

He sighs and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, jerking out of the way when I try to bite him. “Now, now, Zoe, patience. The fun is just getting started.”

He pulls out a butterfly knife—mybutterfly knife—from his pocket. The blade glints in the light before he trails it down my leg, pressing hard enough to split my leggings without cutting me.

With a smirk, he walks around the end of the bed and traces back up the other side.

The material falls away, and when he gets to what’s left, the part that’s still covering my pussy, he cuts that away without a second thought too.

He’s careful with the blade, the same way he has been so many times before.