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
"Well, I heard that Boris Orlov attacked you at a flower shop," he replied, his tone casual as if discussing the weather. "I wanted to make sure you were still in one piece.""Don't worry, I'm not dead," I spat back, my words laced with venom.My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palm
He sipped his coffee, staring straight ahead as if I were nothing more than an afterthought"Why are you here, Agostino?" I finally asked, my voice low and dripping with venom. "And why did you think you could just walk into my home like you still have some kind of hold over me?He didn't answer rig
The silence was deafening, the absence of noise only amplifying the pounding of my heart in my ears.He had the audacity to step inside my house, my sanctuary.My hand tightened around the gun at my side, my steps echoing through the hall as I searched every corner of the house.Then, I heard it—a d
Hudson stumbled back, his lip splitting open as blood began pooling around his lips.He let out a pained hiss, blinking rapidly as if to clear the stars that must have erupted in his vision.Alex hurried over, trying to steady him, but I wasn't done.My chest heaved, my vision blurring at the edges







