Page 177 of The Fire We Make

Joy shook her head, her lips still trapped between her teeth.

Ace ran his hand up her leg, the soap and water easing the way and giving no resistance as he caressed her soft skin. “Say it, Rose,” he urged again. “It’s okay.”

Joy met his eyes and what she found there backed up everything he said. Perhaps it was wishful thinking but in his eyes, it did feel like it was okay to express her dark desires.

“I want that nigga dead,” she admitted, the words easing the weight on her chest.

Ace grinned. “Then why is he still breathing?”

Joy still expected a recoil or look of shock but all she got from Ace was a slow smile. She couldn’t keep the shock from her face and Ace chuckled.

“You can’t tell a nigga like me that, Joy,” he warned kissing her knuckles. “Your wants are my commands. If you want that nigga dead he’s good as gone.”

Joy simpered as his kisses trailed from her hand to her wrist and up her arm.

He continued his trail of kisses until his lips found the sensitive skin behind her ear that always made her squirm.

Joy released a shaky breath as he filled his hands with her waist and kissed and sucked her neck.

“That’s what you want, Rose? You want that nigga gone?” he mumbled into her ear.

Joy gasped when his fingers slipped beneath the sheet of foamy bubbles and between her legs, fondling with the wetness there. “Yes,” she admitted, her eyes closed and her head lolled against his shoulders. “But I wanna be the one to do it.”

The end of her sentence hitched when his thick fingers breached her opening, stretching her.

“We can make that happen, love,” Ace vowed, his lips on her ear. “Whatever you want.”

”Whatever I want?” Joy echoed, biting her lip.

“Whatever the fuck you want,” he confirmed in her ear as he added pressure to her clit with his thumb.

Joy opened her eyes, turning slightly in his hold to look up into his handsome face with eyes that blazed with devotion and desire. “Right now,” she panted as his speed increased. “I want to come.”

“Then come for me, baby.”

Joy did just that, three times over, before they finally climbed out of the cooled bathwater and washed each other up in the shower.

“I just need to run home and grab some things,” Joy said as she dried herself off, already planning what from her small arsenal she would use on Cleve.

Ace shook his head with a smile that she was sure made others uneasy but just made her pussy throb in protest of not being filled with him.

“Follow me,” he said, holding a hand out to her.

Joy wrapped the towel around herself, securing it at her chest, then placed her hand in his.

He led her out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet. He went to a wall that held his suits and pushed them all aside, revealing a plain marble wall.

Joy watched intently as he then moved to the island in the middle of the closet that held his jewelry and lifted a Patek Philippe watch box revealing a button.

He pressed the button and with a pop, and hiss, the marble wall separated.

Joy’s eyes bulged and her jaw dropped when the wall revealed an arsenal of weapons of all kinds.

Guns of all calibers.

Knives of all sizes.

Even a torch.