Page 49 of Cruel Possession

When my cock bobs free in front of her, she wraps her hand around the base, stroking the length, brushing her thumb over the head with every pass. She traces her tongue along the vein on the underside, flicking it at the tip.

The sultry little smile she gives before she takes me into her mouth is one I’ve been dying to see.

This is what’s easy between us, and this is what feels right. Knowing that she’s going to do everything in her power to please me just as I pleased her. Knowing that she wants me just as much as I want her despite all the reasons that we shouldn’t want each other.

My grip tightens in her hair, guiding her faster as she bobs up and down the length of my cock. “Fuck, yes.”

She takes my balls in one hand, squeezing them hard, and I can’t hold on any longer. I come, nearly pulling out of her, but shegrabs the back of my thigh, hauling me closer, swallowing every last drop.

When she’s done, I help her get to her feet, removing the spreader bar from around her ankles. I grab one of the towels in the corner, running it beneath the faucet at the bar, warm water dampening it.

After she’s cleaned up, we sit on the couch in the corner, sipping champagne.

She leans back against the arm of the couch, her feet in my lap while I massage her ankles, making sure the marks from the bar are gone.

“You’ve earned your freedom in the house and phone privileges.” I massage my way higher up her calves, working on the tense muscles there.

She looks surprised, setting her empty glass to the side. “Why would you let me have that?”

“I have my reasons.”

There’s a long pause before she shifts, pulling her feet from my lap and pulling her knees to her chest. She rests her chin on her knees, watching me like she’s not sure what to think right now. I can practically see the questions flitting across her face in rapid succession.

She doesn’t ask any of them, though, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

I clear my throat and lean over to pour myself another glass. “You’re going to be in my bed with me at night, though I won’t chain you to it.”

Her eyebrows pull together. “Why?”

The silence between us seems to stretch an eternity as I sift through what to say to her. I don’t want to say too much and reveal weak points to her. I don’t want to give her things she can exploit, turn against me.

But there’s a bigger part of me that wants to be honest with her, to some degree at least.

And though I can tell myself that I’m only telling her the truth because I want her to tell me the truth in return, I know that’s only part of it.

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I like spending time with her when it’s the two of us like this, with no pressures from the outside world.

Zoe sighs, glancing to the other side of the room. “You don’t have to tell me.”

I force the words out even though it feels like I’m lighting myself on fire by doing so. “You’re the only person I’ve been able to find peace in, even if this is just sex between us.”

Another long silence. One that is so quiet I can hear my heart beating. Or maybe that’s my pulse pounding in my ears, forcing me to try and figure out what I’ve just done.

She knows she’s important to me to some degree now.

And instead of using that moment to turn against me, she gets onto her knees and shuffles across the couch to me, brushing her lips over mine.

When she pulls back, there’s something like understanding in her eyes. “Maybe this isn’t just sex.”

Chapter Sixteen

ZOE

All right,Aiden, what the fuck are you hiding?

I ease the door to his study open, looking over my shoulder as floorboards creak elsewhere in the house. It’s likely just one of the girls moving around, but it doesn’t stop my heart from threatening to beat right out of my chest.

After a moment of listening, making sure that nobody is going to find me, I slip into the room, shutting the door behind me.