His other woman
I murmured, tracing a line down the center of his stomach, feeling him tense under my touch.
“How does someone even look like this? Is it genetics? Witchcraft?”
“Aria!” His voice was sharper this time, his free hand grabbing my wrist to stop me.
His eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and anger?
I looked up at him, biting my lip. “What?”
“Leave, now” Ace said, his voice tight and clipped.
“But I’m not done,” I whispered, leaning in just enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.
The moment I saw his breath hitch, a surge of satisfaction rushed through me.