Page 75 of Cruel Possession
My balls draw tight as my cock throbs.
I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer, but I want to. I want to give her everything.
“Fuck, Zoe, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Your tight little pussy’s going to make me come.”
“I want you to come in me.” Her voice rasps. “Ineedyou to come in me.”
I bury myself to the hilt, loving the way she clamps down around me, needing more of her. The deeper I pump into her, the closer I get to the edge.
She pushes her hips back against me, lifting one knee up and propping it on the desk, making the angle deeper than before.
As her pussy flutters around me, another orgasm rocking through her body, coating my cock in her come, I fall over the edge.
My thrusts slow as I fill her with my come, only to pull back when I’m spent and see it dripping down her thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I pull her up, kissing her once more.
When she pulls away, we get dressed, but the clothing is only on long enough to get back to my room, and then it’s hitting the floor once more as we stumble our way to the shower.
Zoe stretchesher legs out in front of the fire, leaning back against the stack of pillows behind us. She shifts on the pile of blankets, curling a little closer to me, resting her head on my chest. “When you were younger and being raised to take over for your father, did you ever think life would be this way?”
My hands drift up and down the curve of her waist, fingers tracing patterns on her ribs. “I didn’t think I was going to have a life beyond living and dying for the family. Dad taught us all from a young age that it was kill or be killed. He was harder on me and Skyla than the others.”
“What about Summer and Jade? Neither of them seem much like the rest of you.”
“They were a lot younger when he died. They still remember him, but not well.”
“You raised them, then?”
“Yeah. Me and Skyla. Couldn’t have done it without her, honestly. Didn’t have the first clue about how to raise any of them.” I hold her a little closer. “Never been great at it, but Summer and Jade aren’t in as deep as the others have been.”
“Have they killed anyone?”
“Yes.” I swallow hard, staring at the flickering fire, listening to the pops and hisses as one of the logs shifts. “I don’t know if it’s what I ever wanted for them, but they’re always going to be Lyndes, and that means there’s always going to be a target on their backs.”
“Do you ever wish they weren’t involved in it?” She tilts her head back and looks up at me. “I know that Bianca and Dominic are going to be involved in the life because Gia and Royce are in it, but I keep thinking that it would be better if they were removed from it entirely.”
“Why?” My hand stills on her waist.
“My childhood was hard. My father used to beat the hell out of me and Noah. I wasn’t around for much of the beatings Noah used to take. He told me about them, though. Dad nearly killed him a couple times for the shit way Noah acted when he was younger. Didn’t take it quite that far with me, but my pinky finger never healed right.”
She holds up her right hand, showing off the slightly crooked finger.
I take her hand in mine, kissing the back of it. “What did you do to earn that?”
“Missed a shot on purpose. Couldn’t stomach the thought of putting a bullet in a cardboard cutout of my own mother. Hedidn’t like that much. Thought I should be able to kill whoever I had to.” Zoe shivers like the memory still bothers her. “Mom isn’t perfect, but I couldn’t imagine a time when I would have to kill her.”
“Could you?”
“Now?” Zoe hums and traces her fingers along the trail of hair leading from my bellybutton lower. “I don’t know. I think I could. Growing up that way hardened me. It turned me into someone I don’t think I recognize all the time.”
“I understand that. For a long time, I didn’t think I was capable of half the things I am.” I start tracing patterns on her skin again. “I thought there was a time when I would have to kill Royce, and to be honest, I was prepared to do it if it meant the rest of my siblings were safe.”
“You all seem pretty close.”
“Had to be. Dad was rough on us. Taught us that we had to stick together. That nobody else was going to protect us the way family did.” I take a deep breath, trying to ease the tight feeling in my chest. “He used to go after one of us. Wouldn’t know which one until something happened. If the other three couldn’t fight him off, then there was no way of telling what he was really going to do.”
“Brutal.” Zoe props herself up so she’s hovering above me. “Did he at least love you? My dad didn’t. Made it clear more than once that he didn’t. Told me if he could’ve convinced my mother to get rid of me, then he would’ve.”
