Page 10 of Pervade Montego Bay
“James,” I said soothingly. “Talk to me.”
With his large hands around my waist he lifted me and sat me on the edge. He leaned over and flipped open the lid on my violin case.
“I’m not—”
“You’re not the one playing, Emily.” He reached in for the bow. “Lay back.”
I straightened my spine, refusing to move.
His hand pressed between my breasts and he nudged me back until I was lying on the table looking up at the ceiling fan with my legs dangling over the edge. He stood between them.
My nipples were taut beneath my crossed arms.
James brought his phone to his ear. “Xavier, she’s lying naked on the dining room table.” He was leaving a message. “Remember that time in here between us? It’s like that.”
“Xavier!” I called out.
James’ glare silenced me. “Arms by your side.”
I huffed out my frustration as I obeyed by positioning my arms on either side of my body.
“I’m holding her violin bow. Can you imagine the music I’ll play?”
Reaching for his wrist, I curled my palm around it to stay him. The bow strained in his grip. He was holding the bow like I did—like he was going to play.
“Call me back, Xavier. Or this continues.” James threw his phone down and it skidded past my head.
Stretching to look at my lifeline to Zavier, I felt Ballad’s silent command, forbidding me from reaching for it.
The last time I’d called Xavier his line had been disconnected. James had another number for him. One I needed in order to get a message to him.
James yanked his wrist from my grip and brought the bow to my mouth, drawing the strings slowly along my lips. Pouting, I felt the tingle of gentle pressure as it worked its way along my mouth. It was as daring as it was erotic.
He was playing me like an instrument.
The intimate way he was caressing me with the bow immediately weakened my resistance.
The scent of rosin found me as he dragged it along my lips, then downward over my nipple, causing it to bead beneath the caress of strings. He moved over to my right breast and circled the areola until it was erect. The heady sensation of arousal filled me with need. There was no fighting this. I didn’t want to.
This was the intimacy I’d craved from him.
The dark part of me that I kept suppressed was close to bursting open like a ripe fruit. My short, sharp breaths revealed how much I desired his depravity.
“James,” I said his name like a prayer—but not to stop him.
I wanted him to take me to that place of darkness and hold me there suspended because the words he’d spoken in the boathouse were right: I needed something more than the ordinary.
I saw a glimmer of softness in his expression. Then his pupils dilated as he tilted the bow and used it to tease my pubic bone, sliding it lower still. Raising my hips slightly, I tipped my sex to greet the strings as they brushed along me, exhaling sharply when he ran it along my clit, making it throb.
I couldn’t keep myself from moaning.
A brilliant pleasure erupted, causing me to shudder violently.
This was an exquisite tease. James using something I adored above all things to arouse me, reminding me that I’d put music before him and Xavier—letting me know this intimacy was what I’d lost because of my stubborn decision to perform on that yacht.
That night I’d willingly thrownusaway.
Those first days with them had felt like I’d been gripped with a kind of madness…
