Page 78 of Pervade London
“Because so far you’ve done a stellar job.”
“I can deal with her.”
James looked angry. “I’ve yet to see her convinced.”
Xander rested his hand on James’ shoulder. “Trust me. I’ve got this.”
“Meet me at the rendezvous. The pilot has already burned through enough fuel.”
I stared at James. “I’ll never forgive you.”
“Raise the stakes,” James said sharply. “If you think it will help.”
“Does he know?” I asked. “Does he know what you did to me at my audition?”
He turned to face me. “Yes, he does.”
It was a strike to my heart.
“Then you’re both as bad as the other,” I snapped. “I’m going to go see D.I. Stewart. I’m going to tell her everything.”
Xander flinched. “Em, shut up.”
James turned to me with a dangerously serene expression.
“I have evidence that Xander exists,” I said. “I have it hidden. I’ll show her those photos and she’ll believe me. She’ll investigate you.”
“I’ve failed you,” said James. “My men were too harsh. I should have been more…”
“She doesn’t mean it.” Xander rubbed my arm.
“Show her what you’re capable of, Xander,” Ballad said darkly.
My gaze snapped from James to Xander.
Xander looked away from me, his expression conflicted. “It’s better if it’s me, Em.” He eased me against the wall and reached his hand down, unzipping my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I stuttered.
Firm fingers slid along my panties, finding and flicking my clit, bringing a jolt of pleasure. “I need you to listen to us,” said Xander. “Say you understand the danger you’re in.”
It felt good.It felt wrong.
They were trying to scare me. Make me regret defying them.
Having James watch Xander finger-fuck his girlfriend was a walk into a realm that was forbidden and twisted and yet darkly beautiful.
I gave a whimper of pleasure.
Muscles tightened around fingers that were a fierce piston as he plunged inside me in a steady rhythm, faster and more insistent. The pressure of his thumb on my clit was bringing me closer to the edge.
I turned my head away, confusion raging in my mind at the way these two men were trying to scare me.
What I wanted from them both would scare them more…
Rising out of the depths of my imagination was the fantasy of Ballad touching me, too—of both their fingers playing with my clit, both fingering me, bringing me to a heady climax. I wanted it to be Ballad’s lips on mine and Xander’s on my pussy. If I was brave enough to let my thoughts fly free with what I truly wanted, it would be Xander’s intensity and Ballad’s fierceness capturing me between them.
Xander withdrew his hand and I cupped my sex at the loss of his touch, a near climax never to be realized. When I opened my eyes, Xander was showing me his wet fingertips.
