Page 82 of Cruel Possession

She nods. “I asked Morgana to find out who was trying to take her job. She did not like that Logan was stepping on her toes.” She grins wider and motions over to a desk just outside the cell. “Come on. I got everything you need to torture him. Even dehydrated him so he’s less likely to piss himself. He did that while I was taking him. Nasty mess.”

Logan glares at her, thrashing against the binds. He shouts something into the gag, but the words are muffled. Not that it matters. He’s going to be dead soon enough.

After I take my time with him, but soon.

I stride over to the desk, looking at the array of weapons. Instead of grabbing one, I turn and motion to Zoe.

She comes over to me, and I grab her by the hips, sweeping the knives out of the way and lifting her up.

I step between her legs, nipping her bottom lip.

Zoe’s lips part, and she moans, her hands slipping beneath my shirt and up my chest.

I sink my hand into her hair, pulling her head back and deepening the kiss.

Her breathy little gasp has me aching, grinding into her as her legs lock around my waist.

I break away from her, kissing my way down her neck, the scent of vanilla clinging to her skin. “I have some business to take care of, but I was hoping you’d help me.”

She gives me a wicked grin. “I think I can manage that. What do you want help with?”

“If you’d be kind enough to cut off one of his ears, I think that would be a good place to start.” I grab a knife and hand it to her before stepping back.

Zoe slides off the desk and walks into the cell, circling Logan like a shark circling its food. She gets closer, trailing the blade of the knife over his shoulder.

He goes entirely still, staring at her with wide eyes.

He’s terrified of her. She’s powerful and dangerous, a lioness on the hunt.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on as I am when she slices his ear off and tosses it to the ground.

The smile she wears is one that has my heart thudding against my ribs.

That’s my girl.

Zoe stops in front of me. “Anything else you want?”

I reach out, slipping a hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple.

She moans, her eyes fluttering shut, her body arching into my touch. Zoe’s eyes open, and she stares up at me, lust burning bright.

“Give me the knife.”

She hands it over, stepping to the side.

Her gaze burns my back as I head into the cell.

I want her to be proud of me. I want her to see me for the monster I am, and I want her to love me for it. Ineedher to love me for it, because I don’t know if anyone else is capable of doing it.

The darkness in me matches the darkness in her.

“This is for all the ways you’ve wronged Skyla.” I take my time carving along the edge of his jawbone, ignoring the way he screams against the gag.

I start humming, not wanting him to interrupt the peace I feel in that moment.

Once some of his skin is hanging from his face, I turn back to Zoe.

She nods her approval, her top off and her chest on display.