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
I needed her to feel it.I needed her to understand that despite everything—despite the mistakes, the darkness, the violence—I cared.A deep sigh escaped me when I felt her relax, if only slightly, her body melting against mine in a quiet surrender. But as I turned her to face me, my stomach twiste
Ace POV:My steps were heavy with weariness and regret, each footfall echoing in the vast emptiness of the corridor. The silence was deafening, pressing against my skull like a vice, amplifying every thought, every wretched emotion clawing at my insides.I couldn’t stop seeing her face.Tear-streak
But fuck—Even as I reached for the documents spread out before me, my mind was a swirling mess.The taste of her lips still lingered on mine.The sound of her sobs echoed in my ears.And the throbbing heat between my legs remained a relentless reminder of what I hadn’t taken.Then, the bathroom doo
She tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat—offering herself unconsciously, unknowingly. My lips found the soft skin there, and I sucked hard enough to leave a mark. A perfect little blemish of ownership. Bruised just right. Beautiful.Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripp







