Page 79 of Pervade London
“Lick it off,” ordered James.
My face flushed wildly. Xander’s fingers brushed my mouth and I suckled them, tasting my sweetness, arousal flooding through me like the rush of a drug.
A frisson owned my being and it felt like perfection, a poetic need as potent as life itself that couldn’t be denied. A soft moan escaped me as a shudder wracked my body. I needed to come and being denied this pleasure felt crueler than any words.
They’d teased me to the edge of an orgasm and denied me fulfillment in a final punishment.
I shoved Xander’s hand away and narrowed my accusatory stare on James. “I hope you die a devastating death.”
He headed for the door.
Xander called after him. “I’ll have her sign an NDA.”
“The time for such reasonable actions is behind us. See you at the flight pad.”
Even though he’d left the room, James’ aura haunted the seconds that lingered, and his presence still saturated every molecule of air.
Xander reached into his pocket and withdrew a phone. “Let’s get you out of here.”
What kind of man follows an order to touch his girlfriend in front of another? Xander would never know what was in my thoughts…he wouldn’t guess my secret longing.
They couldn’t break me.
Xander held his iPhone to his ear and barked an order. “I need you to fly me off base.” He listened carefully. “I’ll tell you the location when we get there.”
A slither of dread snaked up my spine.
Xander hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket. “We have three minutes to get to the pad.”
“Where are we going?” I held my breath.
“I’ll do what I can to get you away from here.”
I sprinted toward the door.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, his strong grip refusing to relent.
I tried to wriggle free. “Let me go.”
“You won’t get off this base without me.”
“Where are we?”
“Doesn’t matter. You won’t be coming back.”
Shaking off his grip, I made another mad run for the door.
He trapped me against the wall. “I need you to listen.”
“What’s your real name?” I said on an exhale.
“I don’t want to put you in any more danger.”
“Tell me,” I seethed. “Or I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes squeezed shut. “Xavier.”
“Xavier,” I whispered.
