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Ace jumps up from his seat and mutters, “I need some air.”
“Yeah, your whole angry-guy routine is wearing kinda thin.”
He stops in his tracks, and before I can even take a breath, he wraps a hand around my throat and slams me into the wall. “Enough!”
I blink at him, confusion clouding my thoughts. Enough of what, exactly?
He presses his forehead against mine. “Just stop, Keres. It’s exhausting.”
He thinks I’m exhausting? Tears prick at my eyes. Do not cry, Keres! You taught yourself better than this. I drive my hands into his solid chest and struggle to get out of his grip.
He slams me back against the wall again. “I said enough.”
A tear leaks from the corner of my right eye. Dammit! “And I heard you. So let me go.”
“I will never let you go, Keres. Never.”
My breath catches and my pulse races. He’s playing with my head. “I don’t u-understand. You said enough…”
“Enough pretending that you hate me. Enough closing the door in my damn face every single fucking time I get anywhere near close to you.”
“I d-don’t,” I gasp. The way he’s looking at me is making me feel all kinds of things I don’t want to feel. My skin blooms with heat where he has his hand on me. The ever-present dull ache between my thighs has grown into an intense throbbing. But I can’t give in.
His dark eyes narrow. “No?”
“No,” I whisper.
Tilting his head, he stares into my eyes like he’s trying to peer into the depths of my soul. “So you actually do hate me?”
No. “Yes.”
He slams me into the wall again, his teeth bared. “Liar!”
There’s no time for me to reply because his mouth crashes over mine. He claims my lips with a bruising kiss full of dominance and possession. My brain and every defense I’ve spent the last twelve years building scream at me to push him away. This is over. We’re done. I’m free. But my body overrides it all. Because I want this—want him and Romeo—more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
So instead of running, instead of pushing, I melt into him, surrendering myself to his fire. My tongue dances against his. I rock my hips, chasing the friction of something against my aching center and finding it in his rock-hard length.
He grunts into my mouth, and it’s a sound full of arrogance and triumph, but I don’t care. I can regret this tomorrow and still live for it right now. He lifts me with ease, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me to the bed without breaking a sweat or the kiss. We tumble onto the mattress together, our limbs entwined as we take what we need from each other. And when his kiss is no longer enough to satisfy the need coursing through my veins, I tug on his belt, freeing the buckle from its leather confines, and unbutton his jeans. He responds in kind and seconds later we’re tearing at each other’s clothes until they lie scattered on the floor.
As though he’s only just realized that we’re naked, Ace pushes himself up onto his forearms. His hungry gaze rakes over my body. “You’re sexy as fuck, Trouble, you know that?”
A grin tugs at my lips. “Shut up and kiss me again.”
Gripping my wrists in one of his giant hands, he pins them above my head. “Oh, I’m gonna do so much more than kiss you, sweetheart.”
Did he call me— The thought is cut off by Ace driving his dick into me so hard that my teeth rattle. But damn, it feels so good. Intense relief courses through my body.
“Motherfuck,” he says with a deep growl. “This pussy.”
He thrusts hard and fast, driving deeper into me each time. Even when I’m sure there’s nowhere left for him to go, he proves me wrong with every piston of his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the firm muscles of his ass and pulling him closer. Wanting more. Needing everything he can give me. Pleasure surges through my veins, and I arch my back, moaning his name as he buries his face in my neck and continues his brutal pace. It’s like he’s punishing me for something, but I don’t know what.
“You’re mine, Keres. Mine.” He slams into me, and my pussy slicks his cock with my arousal. “Cunt. Ass. Mouth.” He thrusts on each word, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Mine!”
“Oh. God!” My climax builds to a crescendo, and Ace slows his pace enough to keep me dangling on the precipice of ecstasy.
“Is it god making your hot little cunt soaking wet, Trouble? Or is it me?”
“Y-you.”
