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
I clenched my jaw, forcing my focus back to her throat as I blended the concealer over the angry mark I had left. A trace of me on her skin.She sat still, letting me touch her, letting me erase the evidence of my own lack of control. I like that mark.“Boss,” Melinda’s voice cut through the silence
I could make her wear a turtleneck, but it’d only make her uncomfortable. The fabric would cling to her, trapping more heat, making her sweat.She looked… dull.Not in the sense of beauty— never that. But in the way a child looks when they realize they can’t go outside to play. Frustrated. Crestf
Her hips bucked, her chest rising and falling in short, shallow gasps.A small cry tore from her lips, her body writhing against mine as my teeth sank deeper, refusing to let go.I felt her toes dig into my thigh, her fingers scraping down my shoulder, leaving behind a sharp, burning trail.Then— A
My grip on her back was firm, pulling her roughly against me.Her eyes widened in fear.She hates when I do that— standing up without warning, moving too suddenly.I turned sharply, pulling the curtains closed, drowning the room in a deeper shadow. A faint yelp echoed as I fell onto the bed, draggi







