Page 25 of Cruel Possession
Zoe glares at me from the bed. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Has anyone ever told you that swearing is a nasty habit?” I motion to my men, and they move quickly, grabbing her and hauling her back against the wall before she has a chance to fight.
She glares at me, shifting and trying to free herself as they snap her into the other shackles on the wall, her legs spread apart and her hands high above her head. The large shirt I gave her hangs from her frame, hiding the curves I used to enjoy tracing.
It really is too bad that’s over now.
My men leave the room.
I hold up the bottle of champagne in my hand. “Now, we’re going to play a game. For every question you answer, I’m going to let you have a little bit of your favorite champagne, and for every time you piss me off, I’m going to break one of your fingers.”
Like the crazy person I’m starting to suspect she is, she starts laughing. “You think you’re going to hurt me? Cute. I know you better than you know yourself. I know that right now, you’re hard as a rock, and you would love nothing more than to fuck me.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Just because they let you shower this morning doesn’t mean that I want to fuck you. Hell, the only reason I have been is for this moment right now.”
Only part truth, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Her laughter stops, her mouth setting into a deep frown. “As if someone would sleep with you for the fun of it.”
“You did.” I open the bottle of champagne, setting it on the little table one of my men brought in before disappearing and shutting the door behind him. “Although, I would have to say that your chances of getting anyone else to sleep with you were low, weren’t they? You’re not exactly warm and welcoming.”
Zoe snorts, but there’s something dangerous lurking in her eyes, like the second I let her out of those chains, she’s going to take her chance to kill me.
I would be disappointed if she didn’t.
She wouldn’t be half the person I think she is if there wasn’t at least an attempt to kill me.
Which is why I fully plan on keeping her in the chains and at my mercy, where she belongs.
She shifts her position as much as the shackles on the wall will allow. “Come on. This looks like you’re scared of me.”
I cross my arms. “Congratulations on the manipulation attempt. Too bad it won’t work. Now, why don’t you tell me what the next attack is going to be, and then I’ll give you some champagne?”
“You really know how to romance a woman. Lock her up, hose her down, chain her to a wall, and then offer her some champagne.” Zoe snorts, the corner of her mouth curling, heat in her eyes. “The least you could do is give a woman a half-assed orgasm like normal.”
I stride closer to her, and though I know she’s toying with me, I reach between her legs, beneath the large shirt to the silk underwear. “You’re already soaking wet. You’re enjoying this.”
She rolls her eyes. “Sure. You tell yourself that.”
I pinch her clit hard, rolling it just a little until she writhes against me. “Where’s the next attack going to be? What are the Rinaldos going after?”
Zoe rocks her hips forward, grinding into me. “Oh, sexual torture? My kind of fun. Tell you what, you give me that cock of yours, and maybe I’ll play nice.”
With a hard smack to her pussy, I back away from her. I sip from the champagne, watching her as she rolls her eyes.
I knew the champagne wasn’t going to be enough of a bribe to get her to talk, because, let’s be real, who would give up an entire crime organization for a bottle of champagne? But I was hoping it would annoy her to the point to get her ranting enough she’d let slip something I want to know.
And yet, I’m the one walking around with a boner so hard it could cut steel.
Zoe hums, glancing up at her wrists. “You know how to show a woman a good time. What now? Are you going to spank me?”
I know she is trying to get to me, to cause a reaction, so I sit down on the edge of her bed, watching her. “Now, there’s an idea.”
“I bet you could make it hurt real good…” Her gaze is heated, but it isn’t all rage in there. Lust shines through just as clear. Then her eyes drop to my lap. “I can see how hard you are. Wouldn’t it feel good to fuck me up against the wall? Maybe take me down and fuck me in bed? Show me how you own me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” And so would I. All I want to do is pull out my cock and stroke it until I come.
And why shouldn’t I?
