Page 45 of Cruel Possession
I should strangle him with the chain.
He would deserve it.
I would have to pick the right moment, though. It can’t be here when two men and a woman are walking out on stage. The crowd would notice the sound of a man choking after his windpipe is crushed.
The woman trails behind the men, going to sit at the table in the center of the stage.
A rope drops down from the ceiling, and one of the men grabs it, running the end over her body, teasing her with what looks like feather-light touches.
Heat builds low in my core, torn between watching them and killing Aiden.
His hand drops to my thigh, and he leans closer to me like he’s a lover going to whisper in my ear.
However, his teeth graze my earlobe instead, fingers slipping up the hem of my skirt.
He teases me, his touches as gentle as that rope seems.
“I have a meeting in a few moments, so I’m going to need you to behave, or I’ll expose you by revealing who is my submissive for the night.”
“Has anyone ever complained about being a pawn in your games?”
“Constantly. My family does nothing but complain. They seem to think that I’m a monster who’s only doing things to ruin their lives, and they like to miss all the good that has been done for them.”
“Huh, you’re a narcissist too. I never would’ve guessed that.” My tone drips sarcasm as I sit back in the seat and hold out my wrists. “Want to take these off? I don’t think that I’ve done anything to deserve them.”
“Now where would the fun in that be?” His lips skim over my pulse, and I hate the way my heart flutters. There’s no hiding how I feel about him even if I wanted to.
Thankfully, those feelings are limited to lust and nothing else.
Aiden’s fingers brush over my pussy, stilling when I shift in my seat, trying to clamp my thighs together.
He gives another one of those smug smirks, pulling me in for a kiss. His mouth slants over mine, lips firm and steady. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, urging me to let him in.
I sigh into the kiss, moaning when he bites my bottom lip.
He drags me into his lap as the lights dim.
A spotlight comes on the woman as the rope around her wrists is pulled up and she rises onto her knees on the table.
One man stands behind her, his hands gliding over her body. The other man grabs a flogger, swishing the tails as he gets closer to her.
My back presses against Aiden’s chest.
His fingers run up and down the outside of my thighs, slowly making their way to the inside as the men on stage start their show.
All I can focus on is the feeling of Aiden’s hard cock on my ass.
I grind against him, enjoying the low noise he makes in the back of his throat as he shifts with me.
And as his lips trail up and down my neck, his fingers sliding against my slick pussy, pressing against me harder, teasing me until I’m rocking into his hand and desperate for more, I start thinking that maybe I was wrong about what I want from him.
Maybe it’s not just the satisfaction of the lust.
Maybe it’s the feeling of his body on mine while knowing that he understands me to some degree. You don’t spend that much time with a person for them not to understand you in the slightest.
His lips trace down my neck, nipping and sucking while his fingers slip into me.
This isn’t a play for control like last time. He’s not looking to question me or dig for information.
