Page 44 of Cruel Possession
Chapter Fourteen
ZOE
I snagthe woman’s hand out of the air, bending back her wrist until she winces. “Touch him again, and I’ll rip it off and stuff it down your throat.”
The woman looks at me like I’m losing my mind, her upper lip snarling slightly. “Let me go.”
Aiden smirks beside me like the smug bastard he is, standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Play nice. We have other things we’re here for tonight.”
I press the woman’s wrist back more until she starts trying to pull away from me.
She strains, trying to step back. “Let go of me, you bitch.”
I move with her, keeping her tight in my grasp. “And why should I? You think it’s fine to put your hands on other people, so what if I just teach you a lesson, huh?” I plaster on a fake smile. “Not so fun when you’re being touched without being asked, is it?”
I drop her wrist, pushing past her, my shoulder knocking into hers.
She hisses, her glare burning into the back of my head.
Aiden follows behind me. “A little jealous, are we?”
I stop in front of a stage where a man is on a leash, crawling to the woman in front of him, the name tag on his collar jingling. “Not even a little bit. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want.”
“Except we’ve been here for less than an hour, and you’ve already threatened to kill people several times.” Aiden clicks his tongue, looking down at me. “I would think that’s almost a sure sign that you’re jealous.”
“First of all, you asked me to cockblock you, so I’m playing my part. Second of all, I would think that you have better things to do than tormenting me, yet here we are, watching that man take—is that an octopus tentacle?—up the ass.”
Aiden shrugs and turns, glancing around for I’m assuming whoever it is we’re supposed to be meeting. “At least it has a flared bottom.”
I stifle a smile and shake my head. “You would go there.”
“He’s the one taking it up the ass. The least I can do is check for the proper safety measures.” His hand skims my lower back, and he guides me along with him, looking for an empty booth in front of the main stage.
“I don’t want to sit and watch a show. I want you to meet whoever it is we’re here to meet, and then I want to sleep.”
“This isn’t about what you want.” He slides into an empty booth and waits for me to join him, looping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me closer. “Now, you’re going to sit here with me, and we’re going to act like a couple. You’re going to pretend thatyour mind is not going through all the ways to kill me before we leave here.”
“Well, fuck, you ruined my plan. I was about to try and figure out how many ways you could kill a man with nipple clamps.”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he stares down at me, and for the first time in days, being with him doesn’t make me feel like I’m in danger. Not at this current moment at least.
It feels almost like it used to when there was a truce between the two of us. It wasn’t for every aspect of our lives, but at least for the sex, it was there.
And right now, it feels a lot like that.
Something leather and stiff locks around my wrist.
He smirks at me.
Smug son of a bitch. I could behead him or maybe chop him into pieces. I could even do a thousand paper cuts, an alcohol soaking, and then I’d drown him in the tub.
His smirk widens, as if he knows what is going through my head right now.
I don’t think that I’ve ever been more frustrated with another human.
Things were going well between us. We were getting along. It’d only been an hour, but we hadn’t tried to kill each other. That’s progress, right?
Now, here I am, with a handcuff on, the other snapping around my free wrist.
