Paetyn’s POV
I swallow hard, but the pressure of his hand on my throat doesn’t leave me with much room.
“Stand up,” Ace commands, his intense blue eyes holding mine.
I do as I’m told and stand, the barstool skidding across the tiled floor. My neck strains as I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. Inky strands of hair fall over his forehead, framing his intrusive eyes as they peer down at me.
A nervous energy thrums in my veins as I wait for him to make the next move. Ace is a man who enjoys watching me squirm, knowing he is the one in charge and has total control over me.
When I was with Liam, he never took charge and would often ask me what I wanted to do when it came to sex. But not Ace. He doesn’t need to ask what I want because he knows what I need without me having to say it. In the short time I’ve known him, he has learned to read my body and the way it reacts to him.
Which means he knows how to drive me crazy.
“Turn around,” he murmurs. “Hands on the countertop.”
Ace releas
