Page 146 of Pervade London
“Never,” he said, pausing with a pained expression. “I was two thousand feet below the surface when I got the news.”
An icy chill raced up my spine as we turned in the opposite direction away from Westminster Bridge, leaving the murky Thames behind.
“What happened?”
“She was assassinated.” Grief filled his eyes. “She was in her car outside our home.”
That was undoubtedly why he’d left the Navy.
I swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“How could you?” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have told you this.”
“You and I—”
“I’m merely the liaison between you and Xavier.” He blinked in frustration.
“No, you’re much more.” Scooting over to him, I cupped his face and kissed his cheek tenderly. “Thank you for telling me this,” I whispered.
“It was a long time ago.”
I reached for his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing his fingertips to let him know I wanted him to find peace.
“How the hell did this happen!” he yelled at no one in particular.
“You mean us?” I said. “What we have?”
James leaned back against the headrest and stared at me, giving me a sensual look that bared his thoughts.
“Let me soothe you.” I reached for his zipper.
His hand came down on mine to stay me. “I either need a stiff drink or…”
“I know what you need,” I coaxed.
His dark countenance hinted at conflicting emotions, as though he were struggling with ghosts that had found him again.
Finally, he gave me a slight nod of approval.
I began to caress him through his trousers, feeling him grow stiff beneath my touch as I pulled his zipper all the way down to free his hefty length. Leaning low, I licked the frenulum and then laved the ridges of his hardening shaft, massaging the base with my palm.
My tongue moved to the tip of the head, lapping at his pre-cum.
Stroking him I whispered, “Harder?”
“Yes.” James’ eyelids squeezed closed. “Should I give you more of my cruelty, Em?” he asked huskily.
I gave a nod. “I want that, sir.”
My sex throbbed as his hands fisted my hair with painful force, pressing me down on him, my throat opening and constricting around his tip and taking his full length as he moaned with pleasure. This was what I needed to hear more than anything…his arousal and his impending relief—his happiness.
Mercifully, he let me come up for air, only to push me down once more and guide me at a forceful pace. With a taut mouth I gave him the same aggression he shared with me, my palm burning from the strain.
“Xavier,” he called out.
Ballad’s firm hands went around my waist as he turned me to face forward, pulling me onto his lap and pushing my skirt up around my waist. I cried out as he entered me with one powerful thrust, his full length burying deep inside. He lifted me up and down aggressively so that our fucking was frenzied and forceful. It felt vicious and cruel, and was everything I needed in this moment. Everythingheneeded.
Blinking in surprise, I watched Xavier unbuckle his seatbelt and slide through the gap in the two front seats to join us.
