Page 95 of Blood of the Saints


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I’ll play innocent even though we both know what he’s talking about, only to piss him off more. “Where what is?”

“I know you’re fucking with me. Just tell me where your shit is. Laptop, guns, anything. We tore this place apart and didn’t find anything. We know it’s here somewhere. They wouldn’t send you alone without a gun, temptress.”

Smiling, I lick my lips, his green eyes following the movement. “You’re right.” His eyes pop back up to mine and he smirks. “But I won’t tell you.” The look of victory falls from his face just as fast as it appeared.

Rage radiates from him, filling the room. His face is red, and he looks like he could blow at any second, the veins in his forehead pulsing with intensity. Grabbing my hair, he drags me like a ragdoll to my bedroom, throwing me on the bed so hard my head bounces off the mattress, sending a rush of dizziness through me.

“That’s fucking it,” Ace roars, his last string finally breaking. He’s tried to kill me before but his expression right now is unreadable, making me worried.

Grabbing my hips, he flips me onto my stomach so forcefully it knocks the wind out of me. “Ace,” I yelp.

“I’m tired of your bullshit. I’m tired of your mouth. I’m tired of your sexy little body tempting me to lose my cool. I’m tired of you knowing exactly what you do to me.” His breathing is heavy and his voice is low like a warning.

He pulls my hips back, allowing me to feel the outline of his erection. “You think you can use this pussy to get what you want?” he taunts, cupping it through my shorts. “You think you can take everything from us by using this?”

His strong fingers move hard against my clit, the sensation causing me to buck my hips back into his cock. “I can’t wait to find out what’s so special about this cunt that it has Blais defying me,” he growls. The sound makes my pussy clench.

Fuck, I can’t let him know I’m into his dominance. I try to keep my ass still, but his fingers flicking against my clit send sparks of pleasure through me.

“You’ve been mouthing off to me since you woke up in my basement. It's about time I shut you up with something hard. The only sounds I want coming out of your mouth are the ones from you gagging and choking on my cock.” He pulls me up by my hair so my head is leaning back against his chest and my knees are digging into the mattress.

My mouth practically drools thinking about taking his cock deep in my throat. Imagining my tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty hint of his pre-cum. There’s something about bringing a man to his knees with only your mouth that is so satisfying. I wonder if he’d let me lick my blood off his dick like Blais did.

I have a feeling a man like Ace Lennox wouldn’t fall easily. But I do love a challenge.

His left hand moves from my pussy, up my stomach to grasp my throat. I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling of his rough palm. I don’t know why I love it so much when his hands are gripping my neck, but it makes me wetter than a waterfall.

Something hard is pushed between my lips being forced deep into my mouth, a bitter taste hitting my tongue. My eyes snap open and I try to scream, but the object is muffling the sound. My hands fly up to grip Ace’s forearm.

He has a fucking gun in my mouth.

A gun.

Holy shit.

I heard him cock it earlier so I’m positive it’s loaded. A loaded gun in my fucking mouth.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s pointed one at me, and I have a feeling it won’t be the last if I survive this.

I try to push his arm away with both of mine, but he’s too strong. “Do you think I’m so dumb that I don’t see what you’re doing?” he whispers.

I shake my head since I can’t talk. My jaw aches from being forced open and my eyes are starting to water. I try to move again but his hand tightens on my throat. “Aw, temptress, you don’t have to cry. I’ll make sure to fuck you before I kill you. You’ll come so fucking hard it won’t even hurt when you stop breathing.”

His words make my stomach flip.Was this really his plan?Bring me here, get my laptop, fuck me, and then kill me for the FBI to find my lifeless body.

It wouldn’t surprise me.

Does Blais know this is happening? He wouldn’t let this happen.Well, at least not like this.The way he went off on Ace for grabbing me in the bathroom, and comforting me after Ace choked me at the table tells me he wouldn’t let Ace do this. There’s no way.

Do I really expect him to fully take my side over his brother’s, though? When it really comes down to it, I know he’d have Ace’s back before mine.

Ace removes the gun from my mouth and I swallow hard, coughing, trying to get the awful taste out of my mouth. “You look so beautiful right now, all distressed and scared. Your pretty skin looks so pale while your heart races because of me.”

He throws his gun on the entertainment center beside the TV and I intently stare at it. He’s awfully cocky thinking I won’t go for it. If I could just get to it, then I could be free.

Do I even want to be free?

Away from Ace, for sure, but Theon and Blais? It stings thinking of never seeing them again.

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