Page 40 of Cruel Possession

“None of your damn business.”

He yanks my shirt up, grabbing my nipples and pinching them hard, forcing me to shout and try to wiggle away from him. And then the pain becomes a wave of pleasure, and I arch into him.

Just a little bit more.

And then I can go back to hating him.

He lets go of the stiff peaks, making his way to the end of the bed. He crawls onto the bed, the muscles in his forearms popping out as he moves.

When he lowers himself between my legs, his tongue sliding through my slick folds, his fingers press deeper into me like he’s giving me the chance to think about it. But when his arms slip beneath my thighs and he pulls me closer to him, I know he’s lost all sense of control.

He devours me like a man starved, his tongue flicking over my clit and his fingers pumping deeper. I roll my hips, grinding into his face.

Aiden starts nipping at my inner thigh, teasing me with little stings from the bites, flicking his tongue over the sensitive spots. “Contingency plans, Zoe?”

“None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.”

His teeth graze over my clit before he pulls back entirely, leaving me hanging on the edge of an orgasm. His face is darker than I’ve seen it before. His tongue slides along his lower lip.

And then his fingers are in me once more, but he doesn’t move them. Instead, he holds completely still.

I roll my hips, trying to get more, but he moves with me, preventing me from building any friction, though I desperately want it. I need it.

And he’s not willing to give me anything.

I grit my teeth, the orgasm starting to fade into the background. “Bastard.”

He laughs. “Contingency plans?”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“We’ll circle back to that one,” he says, accentuating his words with his thumb swirling around my clit. “Who is your cocaine supplier?”

I laugh, rising up as much as I can to look up at him. “You have me tied to a bed with your fingers buried deep in my pussy, and you want to know who is supplying me with cocaine?”

He smacks my pussy harder than he did before. “Answer me.”

“Joaquin Garcia.”

Aiden lowers himself back between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds and swirling around my clit. His fingers sink faster into me, the orgasm building.

My pussy starts to pulse around him, legs shaking on either side of his body.

And then the orgasm crashes over me.

He licks and sucks, his fingers pounding until I don’t have anything left to give.

Aiden smirks as he sits back on his heels before taking off his shirt. He throws it to the side before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.

It throbs when he grips it, and the next thing I know, he’s buried deep inside me.

He stretches me to my limits, pulling out and slamming back in, over and over again, my inner walls milking his cock.

I love the way he feels in me. It’s something I could easily become addicted to. If I haven’t already, though I’d never admit to that, even to myself.

Fingers sink into my hips as he pulls me harder against him, using what little slack there is in the binds to move us together.

Heat starts building through my body and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he comes, his strokes slowing.