Page 61 of Pervade London
“I’m not leaving with you.”
“There will be consequences should you disobey.”
“You’re a criminal.”
“Actually, I’m not.”
Shaking my head, I tried to ignore the rich scent of his cologne. Those dark notes of seduction reminding me of yesterday…
My limbs tingled, an ill-timed arousal from the way he’d crushed me against the wall. My nipples hardened thinking of the way his voice vacillated between kindness and ruthless power, seducing me with a dark-edged sin.
The memory of his kiss…down there.
I stared up at him. “Who are you?”
“I’m the one who calls the shots, Emily.”
“Are you even a barrister?”
He dared to answer with a smile.
“What you’re doing is illegal.”
He leaned forward. “I don’t break the law,” he whispered. “I fucking massacre it.”
No, no, no.His behavior wasn’t going to be rewarded by me getting wet at the sound of his voice…or the controlling power of his tone. Or the way his palm sat squarely between my tits while pressing me against the wall.An unwanted memory flashed into my mind of how incredible his tongue felt against my skin.
As he leaned in, I felt his hardness against me, a sizable threat that was devilishly pressed into my stomach.
I drew in a sharp breath. “What do you want?”
“What was it I told you, Em?
“I wasn’t to come here.”
“And yet…”
I lifted my chin, fighting the urge to bite his lip. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You do as you’re told.”
“Tell me Xander’s safe.”
“Of course he is. Now…are you going to be a good girl?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Sure you want to defy me?”
I gave my head a slight shake, my lips trembling.
“Better.”
This felt like descending into madness. “What do you want me to say to them?”
He stepped back. “Nothing.”
The absence of his warmth felt like a terrible loss, his body a protection I hadn’t asked for.
