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
My fingers twitch at my sides.Go, I tell myself.Move.Go.And finally, with leaden limbs, I stumble forward.One step.Then another.The closer I get, the worse it gets.The shape sharpens. Clothes. Shoes. Limbs flared out. A faint sheen of red pooling beneath them, mixing with the rain.My stomac
My Isaac.The one who held me through nightmares. Who wiped my tears when I scraped my knees. Who told me he would never hurt me.And Ace—Ace killed him.I trusted him. I trusted him!And he betrayed me. Just like everyone else. Just like the rest of the world.A cold, bitter laugh bubbles out of
I finished plating the food, setting the dishes in front of Quinn. She leaned in, sniffing the tacos like a curious puppy before grinning.At least one of us was happy.“This smells good!” Quinn exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she pulled the plate closer.“Don’t use your phone while you eat,” I s
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