Blasphemous (Torn #3)(69)

“f*uk, Emma,” I grunted out when she bit into my neck as she stroked me.

Her lips trailed soft kissed on my jaw before she paused when she got to my ear again. “This was my wild ride. Big, angry and so powerful as you shoved it so hard into me, the pleasure so out of this world it hurt. You hurt me so well that I was always ready for you. You stretched me to limits I didn’t know possible.” When her hand cupped my balls, I hissed, as her nails cut through my skin when she squeezed them tighter. “Memories, Bass. That’s what you get for letting me go. Now, go f*uk that flat-chested bitch because you aren’t getting any from me. Goodbye.” She pulled her hand and herself off me, dashing to get her things before she audaciously gave herself a onceover in the mirror and walked out the door.

I should’ve been pissed knowing she played at my weakness, but hell. That was hot! I loved it when she played feisty. It made me want to goad her to scratch some more.

My beautiful, feisty Emma, you were going to be the death of me.

B

“I trust that you slept well?” Dimitris greeted Emma as she entered the patio, looking like a breath of fresh air. She held herself with such confidence that each time I saw her, I felt like my gut was being punched.

“I slept great! I’m excited for tonight. Jacques is taking me to a private viewing of The Louvre. How romantic is that?” She released a dreamy sigh before taking a seat across from mine, completely ignoring my existence.

“What time is Jacques picking you up?” Dimitris asked Emma whilst sipping his coffee.

“Six.”

“Jacques is a good friend, but be careful, okay? He likes to live in the moment. He’s untamable. He plays the field a lot, Emma, just to warn you.”

My stomach recoiled when I saw her give Dimitris a knowing smile. “Who said I wanted to tame him? I like the rough and untamable ones.” Emma simply purred the words out of her lips.

Did she now? Bet she just loved it.

My jaw locked as I burned holes at the woman sitting across me as she chose a magazine, acting oblivious to the storm she was causing in me. When Dimitris excused himself to get the call from his lawyer, I didn’t waste any time venting out my damning thoughts.

“You’re barely here a few days and you already plan to sleep your way around Paris?” I furiously hissed at her, shoving my coffee aside.

The witch just gave me a cat-like smile before she took a sip of her beverage and focused on the VOGUE magazine she’d been browsing.

“Damn it, Emma! f*uking talk to me!” I yelled, getting up from my seat. I was about to go around and try to force her talk to me, but I saw Dimitris coming back out so I sat back down and simmered to a boiling point.

Just when Dimitris was about to join us, her phone beeped.

Emma checked it, sighing. “My appointment is ready. Time for a nice Brazilian, fellas. See you men in an hour for the interview.” With that, she sashayed her way out of there while my temper was getting the best of me.

“She was talking about Brazilian wax? Why?” Dimitris wondered out loud, looking at me before taking his seat.

To f*uk with my head. Emma was deviously good at that. She was punishing me for leaving her, for telling her to move on; and now, she was rubbing that in my face.





Chapter 29


“When I think of you and long for you, swearing all I want is one kiss, I smile and laugh because the lie in that is neither of us would settle for just this.”

-Nicole Gillen



Emma



I was still riding my high when Bass saw me step out with Jacques four hours later.

After the fantastic tour of The Louvre and a quick stop at the Eiffel Tower before he finally took me to dine at Le Meurice. We were now back at his place, enjoying a glass of red before he took me back to my hotel.

“Why do you like hanging out with me? I’m so boring,” I wondered out loud, studying his face before it went somber in a quick flash.

Jacques gave me half a smile before addressing my question. “I like being around you. You’re just so… untainted.”

Huh? “Untainted?”

“Oui. You remind me of a woman I knew once,” Jacques murmured with absolute melancholy.

His tone made me feel sad. Who was the woman? Well, whoever it was, it was clear that she meant a great deal to him. Or at least she did once upon a time.

Licking my dry lips, I managed to squeak, curiosity getting the best of me. “What happened to her?”

“Life. Life finally happened. I see her from time to time, but she’s a different woman now. She’s just a shell of the woman who I once knew.” He looked away, pondering with a large frown on his face.

“Jacques? Do you think I’ll turn out like her?” I didn’t know why I had asked the question, but his tone made my stomach churn as if giving me a warning.

“I hope not, ma belle.”

An hour and a half later, Jacques dropped me off. I was lost in thought with our conversation earlier when I saw the elevator was halfway to shutting its door. I scurried in my three-inch heels to catch it in time.

When it parted wide-open, I was dumbstruck for a second when I found Bass inside the cart.

“Emma,” he greeted me with grating politeness. I gave him a quick glance before I spun around, ignoring him while I stared at the gold-plated casing that held the buttons. Since we were staying on the same floor, all I had to do was keep myself sane for the next few minutes to come.