Fire Fist Ace Novels & Stories

A bullet grazed his arm, but he didn’t stop shooting. Delgado smirked. “You can’t save her, Viper. She is mine.” Ace shot again, blowing out a mirror near Delgado’s head. “Come get her yourself.” The fight turned into chaos. Then Ace spotted the tanker truck behind Delgado’s SUV, fuel leaking onto the road. He aimed and fired twice at the valve. “Ace—” Ashley started. The blast cut her off mid-sentence. Fire tore down the highway, loud enough to shake the ground. Delgado dove aside, but his men didn’t make it. Ashley hit the dirt, covering her head as flames rolled past. Ace ran through the smoke, grabbed her arm, and dragged her behind a burning car.

“I do. The firefighter. Your firefighter. The one who caught you when you fell from the sky like some chaotic angel.” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “He’s not mine.” “Carolina, por favor. You light up every time you say his name. You just told me about Bia, and what’s the first thing out of your mouth? ‘She’s coming after him.’ Not, ‘she’s going to steal my clothes,’ or, ‘she’s going to eat all my pão de queijo.’ No, straight to Ace.” My chest tightened. “That’s not, it’s not like that. He’s just…”

He lowered his lips to Liam's, taking his mouth in a savage, almost brutal kiss. There was nothing soft or sweet about this kiss, not at all. It was all hard, blazing, impatient need; all black, passionate, furious yearning. Ace was going to have Liam again, and if this was the last time that ever he did, if this was the last thing that he ever did, he'd die a happy man.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

Ace softly explained while he hurriedly opened Blaze's fly before he quickly kneeled on him. "Ahhhn...fuck..." Blaze threw his head back with his closed eyes when Ace suddenly engulfed Blaze's raging member into his warm mouth. "Argh...Ace, ahn love I'm so close...I'm coming..." Blaze is whimpering in his panting voice while he holds onto Ace's head and fastens his thrusts into Ace's mouth. "Love I'm coming...ahhn fuck Acee... Argh.." Blaze's body convulsed before he shot his cum into Ace's waiting mouth.

Ace growls before he takes Sam in his arms and throws her with him on the floor. I have no time to register what is happening before one of the men holds his gun towards me, and I’m shot just above the heart. With a thud, I hit the floor, my eyes searching for Sam. I’m either lost for words or in so much pain that I can’t speak. When I finally see her, I reach for her hand, and thank fuck; she reaches for mine. Foxy’s POV “I’m sorry, babe,” Ace whispered in my ear. “I can’t let him take you from me.”

Suddenly, he was fingering me, and I wondered why. I wonder why Ace used his middle finger to finger me at this point, which meant that he slowly went inside of me while I was looking. I was sensitive, and I wondered why he did this to me. "Why are you fingering me, Ace?" I asked him, my growl uncontrollable. "For you to get my sperm out," he said, and I did nothing while squirting. "Ace!" I yelled and moaned as I gripped his hand, squirting and biting my lips hard.

Apart from what was left, he couldn’t see anything. He leaned on the car, popped out a cigarette from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and puffed a hefty smoke out of his mouth. A heavy sigh flew from his mouth, along with gaseous, whitish smoke from the cigarette too. Ace’s eyes were pure red and spoke well of revenge and anger that he could not get proper sleep.

she conceded, her anger giving way to a sense of curiosity. They decided to have an honest conversation about their forced marriage, their true feelings, and the unexpected connection that had developed between them. It was a conversation filled with raw emotions and admissions of their initial misconceptions. As they bared their souls to each other, they began to see the potential for something real, something beyond the elaborate plan that had brought them together.

I offered, leaning my elbow on the counter. “Sure. Let me get dressed.” As soon as we made our way out of the kitchen, we spotted Ace, all piped up and brisking cautionlessly down the stairs, carrying a suitcase. I couldn't hold myself any further. “Where the fuck do you think do you’re going?” I snarled. He didn't pay attention as he headed towards the door. I removed my stiletto and threw it at him, hitting his back. He growled in pain. I knew it didn't hurt. He tilted to face me, his eyes bloodshot red.