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
Ace POV:The atmosphere in the room was thick with unease.The meeting had dragged on for hours, yet we were no closer to finding the snake slithering through my house.Liam's voice carried through the room, measured, calculated. "Everyone's details are clear, not a single sketchy piece of informati
There was something undeniably cute about the way she tried to cover her mouth, her hand shooting up in a feeble attempt to stifle the sound, her cheeks warming with embarrassment.It was innocent. Simple.She was, after all, in her usual spot—my lap, her own personal chair, as if she belonged there
Happiness. Sadness. Nervousness. Terror. A flood of emotions, crashing over me, pulling me under.Then—a touch.Soft. Warm. Steady.I looked down, startled.Iris’s delicate fingers rested on mine, small, fragile, but strong. A quiet kind of strength, the kind that didn’t come from power or dominan
"Ace, Iris didn't let us touch the food until you both arrived because..." he continued, his voice rising in mock complaint as he scanned the room, his eyes glinting with mischief."Family doesn’t eat alone!" Felix chimed in, his voice loud and slurred, already too deep into his drinks. His laughte
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