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It’s not any of the men who hurt me.
It’s Ace.
It’s the boy I’ve loved all my life.
I repeat the words over and over again, forcing my mind to remember that the man touching me has never raised a hand to me, has never hurt me. And he never will.
“You’re going to come for me, sugar.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
He presses harder into my back, bending us both further over the railing. The wind batters down on us so hard I can barely breathe, but I don’t push back. I don’t try to escape.
His fingers double their efforts, and I can feel my orgasm right there. So fucking close I can taste it. But it won’t come. His hand tightens around my throat, and although I can breathe, I’m well aware he could stop that at any second.
“I swear to God, Mia. Come right fucking now.” Ace’s growl is so deep I almost don’t recognize his voice, but there’s something about it that screams danger, and before I’ve processed what’s happening, the telltale signs of my orgasm wash over me. My body tightens as pleasure slams into me so hard stars dance in my vision.
I allow my release to take over because I know Ace won’t let me fall.
He never has before, so why would he start now?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ACE
Her cunt pulsing around my fingers as her body shakes from the power of her orgasm is the best fucking gift I’ve ever received.
As soon as I saw her sitting out here, I knew what I was going to do. It was risky, especially because we’re eighty-odd stories up, and I was only assuming the railing was strong enough to handle both our weights, but I needed her to be scared.
I only wish I could have watched her face as she fell apart. I have no doubt that it would have quickly become my favorite sight on this earth.
But there’s time. We have the rest of our lives to work through this shit, and for me to make her come so hard and so many times that she can’t fucking breathe through all the pleasure I give her.
“Good girl,” I praise against the shell of her ear. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me, sugar.”
A shiver moves through her body, and this time I know it’s from my words, not the freezing cold wind whipping around us. She stopped feeling the cold a few minutes ago, just like I did.
Once I’ve dragged every ounce of pleasure from her body, I carefully withdraw my fingers and pull us both back from the edge of the balcony, holding her tight against me and then swinging her up into my arms.
I leave her discarded blanket in a pile on the ground and carry her into the warm apartment. Her body trembles in my arms, the cold finally starting to get to her, but it won’t be for long.
Before I stepped foot on the balcony, I ran a bath for when we came back inside, knowing she would likely need it.
I carry her up the stairs, taking more care than I normally would to make sure I don’t trip with her in my arms, and straight into the room I’ve been staying in.
The bath salts I poured in the warm water waft through the room as I enter the bathroom and perch her on the basin, but her arms don’t release from around my neck when I try to step back, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corners of my lips.
“Are you okay, sugar?” I rumble.
She nods against my neck.
“I need to take your nightgown off so I can get you warm. Can you let me do that?”
She turns her face and spots the bath, but that only seems to make her hold on to me tighter. A fucked-up part of me is glad she seeks me out when she needs comfort, because I fucking love being that person for her, but if I don’t warm her up, she could get sick, and that’s the last thing I want when she’s finally starting to look better.
“It’ll only be for a couple of seconds, sugar.”
“Will you come in with me?” she whispers.
