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Why 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
Maybe, just maybe, this would calm down his inevitable anger over me.Just as I was basking in my strategic outfit choice, I felt a sharp tug on my jeans.I looked down.Snacks was attacking my pant leg with the fury of a warrior who had just discovered his mortal enemy. He gnawed, yanked, and thre
CHAPTER- 112Iris POV:Stroking my index finger up and down on Snacks’ belly, I squinted at the note again. And again. And again.Written in Ace’s sharp, almost taunting script: “Come to my office and beg for your forgiveness. In my way, my sweet whore.”Tch.I flicked the note with my finger, scowl
"Ace."A voice snapped me out of the haze, dragging my gaze away from her half-lidded eyes.I shifted my focus, forcing my mind away from voice, away from the way her breath ghosted against my skin.Su. Aiden. That old hag, Agostino.And that bastard Vadim.They all sat there on couch, staring. Conf
"Then why did you drink this much?"She stood up, stretching, arms arching high above her head, oblivious to how my jacket slid off her back.The fabric pooled on the chair beneath her, discarded.I watched her, amused.Why?She asked why?Does she not know?I leaned back, eyes half-lidded, studying







