Page 63 of Cruel Possession

“Great, I’m going for a shower.”

And maybe if I feel so inclined, I’ll just drown myself while I’m in there and avoid dealing with this whole shitshow.

She grins, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Is Summer home?”

“No. She has classes.”

“Perfect.” Zoe pulls her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side. She stands in front of me in nothing more than a scrap of silk for a bra and a pair of tight black leggings.

Her fingers slip into the waistband of her leggings, and she shimmies them down her legs.

The thong she’s wearing matches the bra, but it doesn’t matter because as she turns and heads for the stairs, both of them hit the floor.

And even though I told her I’ve been too lenient at my cock’s advice, I follow her like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

I follow her up the stairs and into the washroom, leaning against the doorframe as she turns on the shower, the steam fogging up the glass walls.

She steps inside, the silhouette of her body visible.

My cock strains against my jeans, aching to be in her.

I take off my clothing, leaving it in a pile.

But still, I don’t join her. I want her to remember who has the power here, and it’s not her.

I grip my cock at the base, slowly stroking toward the tip. “So, what is it that you think you’re accomplishing here?”

She laughs. “I thought you were going to come in here and find out.”

My thumb brushes over the head with each pass. “I thought about it, but then I started wondering if you really deserve to be fucked the way you want.”

“I could beg you if you want me to. I would be more than happy to get on my knees for you.” Her voice is soft and sultry, and right now, I could take her up on her offer, but that’s not what I want.

It’s not what I need.

I step into the shower with her, the hot water cascading down around us.

My cock presses against her body as I sink my hands into the soaking wet strands of her hair and pull her to me.

She moans as her hands slip up over my chest while our mouths slant against each other.

I bite down hard on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth.

She leans into me, her nails raking down my shoulder blades and making me throb.

My hand slips between her legs. She’s already wet for me, her arousal slick on her pussy as I tease her with featherlight touches.

Zoe lifts one leg, hooking it around my hip and leaning back against the wall.

My hand slides under her thigh, holding her in place as my tongue tangles with hers.

She grinds her pussy into me.

“You such a horny little slut, aren’t you?” My voice comes out husky as I roll my hips, grinding into her.

She gasps, her eyes burning bright with lust, her lids heavy.

I trail kisses down the side of her neck and to her breasts, pulling one nipple into my mouth. As I drag it between my teeth, her hips rock forward, the head of my cock slipping into her.