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
Surprise.Curiosity.I hummed, a low, satisfied sound vibrating in my chest as my hands found her hips.Soft. Perfectly molded for my grip.I tightened my fingers, palming the curve of her ass as I guided her— slow, deliberate movements.Back and forth. Back and forth.The friction was subtle, a tea
Her eyes were wide. Troubled.The way her brows knitted together, the way she stared at my mark like she didn't recognize herself anymore— something about it didn’t sit right."W-W-What?" she stuttered, her voice fragile, unsteady.Her eyes filled with tears.Fuck.A sharp pang twisted in my chest—
Cooking meant something to her. It wasn’t just a task—it was something she was passionate about. Something she wanted to share.She loved letting people taste what she made.She wanted to be useful. Wanted to be needed.*Mature*We sat there in the bathtub, enveloped in a cocoon of silence as I tra
Ace POV:She was dropping a half mug of water on herself, then stopped and opened her eyes immediately.It was a weird behavior.I exhaled through my nose, tilting my head as I watched her. Then—I whistled. A sharp, low sound. She flinched violently, her body jerking in the water, and her wide eye







