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
Iris forced a nonchalant hum, pretending as if the simple endearment hadn’t unraveled something inside her. She tried to smile, but it felt fragile, barely held together.But Ace—Ace saw through her. He always did.His gaze roamed her face slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every flicker of emo
She let out a tiny, unsure hum, her nose scrunching in confusion, as if unsure how to feel about it.I fisted a handful of her soft, thick curls, feeling the luxurious strands slip between my fingers. Her lips were right there, flushed, glistening, waiting.I pressed my lips to hers again.This tim
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

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