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“Sugar,” he warns between rough swipes of his tongue.
I tug at the belt around my wrists, relishing in the way the leather digs into my skin. I want to wrap my arms around him, pull him closer, hold him against me, and never let go.
He pulls back just far enough to search my face and make sure I’m still bound. “I should keep you tied to my bed, sugar. At least then you can’t run from me again.”
His lips descend on mine again before I can respond, and honestly, I don’t know what I would say even if I could. Because the reality is that I will run from him again, and I don’t have a choice in the matter.
He kisses me for long minutes, alternating between slow, gentle caresses of his tongue and sharp nips of his teeth. But all of it drives me wild.
When he draws back, he rests his forehead on mine and lets out a breath before reaching for the belt around my wrists.
“No,” I rush out.
His eyes clash with mine, confusion tugging at his brows. “I need to go have a very fucking cold shower, sugar, and I can’t leave you tied to the bed even though it’s very tempting.” His lips turn up in a smirk.
“I want more,” I whisper, not trusting my voice with the admission, one I wasn’t sure I’d ever make.
He stares at me for long seconds, his eyes searching mine for hesitation, but he’s not going to find any. “Mia…”
“Please, Ace.” I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and take a breath to steady myself. “I need more.”
His eyes drop closed, and a deep groan escapes his throat. “Jesus, Mia.”
I open my mouth to say something, but he shakes his head slowly, and I quickly snap it shut.
“Are you sure about this, sugar?”
“Yes.”
He nods and reaches for the belt again.
“No. Leave it.” The words fall from my mouth before I can think them through. I shouldn’t want to be bound during sex, not after all the times I was when the choice was taken away from me. And yet I’m begging him not to undo my wrists.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “You’re killing me, sugar.”
He moves his hand away from my wrists to grasp my chin between his fingers. The bite of pain causes a moan to claw up my throat, and that only seems to please him. “You say stop at any time, and everything stops, okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Ace climbs from the bed and shucks his sweatpants in one quick movement, and a second later, he’s back on me.
His knees press into the mattress between mine as he brings his face back to mine. His naked body presses mine deeper into the bed, and for a split second, my stomach bottoms out and my heart almost leaps from my chest.
What the hell am I doing? I can’t do this. I can’t allow another man to use me, even if it is consensual. Even if it is the man I always thought would be the only one to ever touch me.
“Mia,” Ace rumbles, dragging me out of my panic. “You’re okay, sugar. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” His fingers brush down my cheek in a calming motion. “We don’t have to do this.”
But then they win. All the men who took what didn’t belong to them. Kyle. Everyone who has ever worked for The Factory. They all win. And I don’t want that.
I need to do this to remind myself that they didn’t win. That I survived. And for a short time, I got to live. I got to make my own decisions. And I got to make love to the man I thought would be the only one to ever touch me.
“I want to,” I whisper. “Have you got a condom?”
He shakes his head. “There’s no way I’m having anything between us, sugar. I’ve waited a long fucking time to get inside you. I want to feel all of you.”
I open my mouth to argue, to point out all the reasons we should be safe, but then his cock is nudging my entrance, and all protests die on my tongue. The knowledge of the implant in my arm is enough for now.
His eyes stare into mine as he pushes forward, taking the breath from my lungs as he fills me. He’s fucking huge, and the stretch is delicious, but there’s an element of familiarity that I don’t want to relate to Ace.
