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
“Okay, boss. Good night. I’m sorry for disturbing you, and please—” I mumbled, already turning to flee, desperate to put space between us. But before I could take another step, he lifted a hand, index finger pressed against his lips.A silent command.A heavy silence stretched between us before he
Iris's POV:It’s all my fault.If I hadn’t touched his tattoos, none of this would have happened.I knew the moment my fingers brushed against his skin that I had made a mistake. A deep, gut-twisting kind of mistake. But God— did you see his body? Carved like stone, muscle taut beneath intricate
She looked utterly wrecked—overwhelmed. Adorable."Then… then… w-why did you get it?" she stammered, her voice shaky. "Didn’t it hurt?"I let out a slow breath, relishing her reaction."No," I murmured. "I’m used to it."What would her face look like if I kissed her throat? If I dragged my lips ove
Without thinking, she placed her hands on my thighs, as if she did this all the time.My jaw flexed.Her wide, innocent eyes roamed over my torso, her gaze trailing the ink that covered my skin. She looked utterly entranced. As if she were trying to map every inch of me with her eyes alone. I let







