LOGINWhy did I only notice it now?Ace chuckled—low, knowing."Do your work like a good whore," he murmured, his tone silky but laced with steel. "And show me your devotion, brat."He leaned back, and the pressure of his hands, which had been a constricting comfort around my body, vanished. Like a snake
I blinked, my breath hitching, frustration curling inside my chest."Please…" The whisper left me before I could stop it, before I could hold onto my pride. My head dipped down, shame curling my shoulders inward as I bit down on my lower lip. "Just one kiss. Even a peck."Ace clicked his tongue, th
“Don’t expect me to treat you like a good girl till I believe you’re sorry, Iris,” he murmured, his tone dark and taunting.Before I could process it, his thumb shoved past my lips, forcing them apart. My eyes flew wide, a muffled “Hmph” escaping as my hands shot up, fingers digging into his knees
“Sit on your knees.”…What?I froze.My smile slipped, and a soft “Huh?” escaped me before I could stop it.The warmth I’d felt a second ago twisted into something heavier, sharper, and I blinked at him, caught off guard.“You heard me, my sweet whore,” he said, leaning back with a smirk that stretc
I clenched my fists, inhaling sharply before narrowing my eyes at him.This man.This man would kill me.My fingers tugged at my top, pulling it back down as I tried to piece together what just happened.Why did he stop?I gulped, my throat dry, my body still traitorously warm. Ace smirked, draping
I sputtered, fisting my hands.“Boss,” Joy’s voice cut through my humiliation.“Wouldn’t Hudson sir be angry about what you just did to his sister? Should we, uh, step outside?”Ace didn’t even spare her a glance.“No. Stay here and do your work. I’ll do mine,” he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just
And before I could stop myself, my body acted on instinct.I ran.I ran out of the house like I was being chased, like if I stayed a second longer, the weight of his rejection would crush me entirely.I burst through the door, my chest aching, my vision swimming.And then—Ace.He was there, leaning
Iris POV:The thrill of anticipation bubbled up inside me as Ace drove us through the bustling streets of Manhattan.Today was special—it had been far too long since I last saw my brother, and the thought of reuniting with him filled me with equal parts joy and nerves. I missed him terribly, and Ac
“Your mother practiced witchcraft?” he asked slowly.“No,” I admitted, “but I believe she did.”Hudson rubbed his temples, already regretting being part of this conversation. “Iris, what are you talking about?”I nodded sagely. “Every night, she would take a handful of salt and circle it around my b
"I love your hair... it's soft," he murmured.His hand trailed down, warm fingertips brushing against my skin, and the faintest of protests escaped my lips."Y-You can't put your mouth there... it's nasty," I whispered, my voice weak, barely audible.He chuckled softly. Shameless.There was no shame







