Page 134 of Pervade London
What the hell did that mean?
“Do you need me to convince you this is the right decision?” he continued.
“You can try.”
James held my gaze for a few moments.
Then moved on me fast…
He cupped my face with an ironclad grip and crushed his lips to mine. Forcing his tongue into my mouth, he punished me with brutal lashes that made my insides melt, setting me on fire with lust, lit by his domination.
I felt Xavier’s palm at my nape, holding me in place, keeping me still so James could continue his ravishment of my mouth—letting his fantasy play out.
A moan escaped my lips, muffled by that brazen mouth of Ballad’s, so harsh and unforgiving. Yet I desired his show of power. It sent tingles into my chest, shooting pleasure down between my thighs and dampening my panties, my nipples beading in response.
James broke away. “In order to fulfill my promise to Xavier, we needed someplace special. This is it.”
“What about what I want?”
“Emily, keep talking. If you want to test my resolve, go ahead.”
I hated him for saying it…this gorgeous man with the dangerous allure who wielded power over both of us.
My hand burned with the urge to make contact with his cheek.
He seemed to read my mind. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you,” he warned.
“What would happen?”
“Do you really want to find out?”
“Fine,” I said, relenting. “How long do we get?”
He arched a brow. “Much better attitude.”
“Youaredeath,” I threw his quote back at him. The same one he’d used in his chamber of horrors. Okay, there was that pretty crown in there and I hadn’t seen everything, but something told me it was an array of weaponry that was still bloodied from its victims.
“Emily, shall we show you the benefit of your compliance?” said James darkly.
I stared at him, trying to resist giving an answer.
This wasn’t happening…
I wasn’t burning up for them, my soul wasn’t yearning for their touch, my core wasn’t thrumming with the promise of pleasure. My entire being wasn’t demanding more control, more sensations rushing through me, owning me.
If I stayed, we’d create the co-mingling of more memories…ones that would have to last a lifetime. With these unraveling thoughts, my shoulders slumped in defeat.
If what they were looking for was submission, they were seeing it.
The promise of the cruel yet luscious way James would direct each lash of his tongue at my sex, each vicious fuck and prolonged pounding that I had come to desire were what I needed now more than my next breath.
Say yes.
Accept their passion…all the passion you’re craving.
Most of all, I needed to accept the inevitable pain that would shatter my soul.
And maybe, if I dared to stay, I’d bridge Xavier’s transition away from his old life to the one without me. This, after all, was true love.
