Iris POV:Warmth enveloped me like a comforting embrace as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. A tingling sensation spread through my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I felt an unusual sense of peace. But as I gradually opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me sent a jolt of shock coursing through my body like a lightning strike.I was lying on my side, and there, nestled against me, was Ace. His face was tucked into the curve of my breasts, his cheek pressed against my nipple as if he had claimed the spot as his own. His touch was gentle but possessive, with his hands resting lightly on my waist while one of his legs was draped sensuously between mine.I blinked rapidly, my mind struggling to process the surreal and inappropriate scene before me. My body tensed in disbelief, and then, unable to contain the horror that gripped me, a scream erupted from my throat, shattering the fragile silence of the room."ACE!" I yelled, sitting up abruptly and instinctively covering mysel
Ace POV:As I got out of my car and marched toward the mansion, the biting cold of the night gnawed at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging within me. Every step felt heavy, burdened by the chaos in my chest. The darkness seemed to close in around me, a fitting backdrop for the mess I was tangled in. My breath came out in short bursts, the chill doing nothing to calm the searing heat of frustration that boiled under my skin.I had sent Ares to bring Iris here tonight. There would be no interruptions— just the two of us, face to face, with nowhere left to hide from the truth. My mind raced, heart pounding as I approached the massive front door, my hand stopped for just a split second before I shoved it open with more force than necessary. The door slammed against the wall, echoing through the silent halls like a thunderclap.And there she was— standing in front of the couch, frozen in place. The dim lighting cast soft shadows on her face, highlighting the fear
Author POV:Hudson’s voice came out sharp, edged with panic as entered the room. “Is everything okay?”Despite the calmness Susan tried to project, her heart thudded with an unease she couldn’t dismiss.She had seen enough in her life to recognize the grim signs of violence, and the scene in front of her was disturbingly familiar. Years of dealing with the mafia's twisted underworld had hardened her, but it never got easier."I cleaned her body, but I didn’t see any blood," Susan replied, her voice steady but cold. "Only scratches.""Scratches?" Hudson's voice faltered."On her chest and waist," Susan continued, her gaze hardening. "And lots of finger marks. Someone left bruises."A silence filled the room, but it wasn't the kind of silence that brought peace. It was tense, heavy, like a predator circling just out of sight. Susan’s eyes narrowed, her mind turning over the details. She’d seen violence before, but something about this unsettled her in a different way. She knelt besid
Iris POV:As the clock struck 7 in the evening, I found myself sitting on a crowded bus, exasperated and a little irritated by the situation. Caleb was beside me, his presence unwavering and annoyingly insistent. He had practically dragged me onto the bus after I mentioned walking back to my apartment. Sure, I wasn’t feeling one hundred percent, but it wasn’t like yesterday’s fever— just a mild one now, nothing serious. Still, Caleb insisted on accompanying me, acting as though I might collapse at any moment. I appreciated his concern, but it was suffocating.Last night, though, that was a blur. A dark, unsettling memory that I was determined to push away, even as fragments kept surfacing. Someone had forced me into something I didn’t want, and the memory of it lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. It had felt like a game, a cruel one, and while I was glad it was over, I couldn't shake the weirdness of it all. My skin crawled just thinking about it.Yet, despite my resolve to
Ace POV:I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of my emotions settle like a heavy fog around me. The realization had been creeping in for months now, slowly overtaking me like a whisper I couldn't shake. I was undeniably, hopelessly whipped for her. For my Mini. For Iris. Every fiber of my being, every instinct I had honed over the years, seemed to bend to her will without hesitation. She had me in her hands, like strings tied to my heart, pulling me closer with every soft touch, every look she gave me.It wasn’t just some fleeting infatuation—this was deeper, much deeper. The more I tried to ignore it, the more it consumed me. I found myself following her every whim, her every condition. She had this ridiculous set of rules about taking care of myself— sleeping at least seven hours a day, eating three meals, keeping myself physically and mentally healthy. At first, it felt like an annoying checklist, something she insisted on to keep her “friend” in line.But over time, I stopp
Ace POV:The room was dimly lit, a haze of heat and passion clinging to the air as I devoured her, slowly. Her moans were a lullaby— soft, seductive, and utterly intoxicating, drawing me deeper into the moment. With every arch of her back and every breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips, I felt a surge of possessive pride well up inside me. She was mine from now on. Maybe she was meant to be mine always.Her chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. Her hands gripped the pillows tightly, knuckles white with the force of her climax. I could feel her trembling beneath me, surrendering to the sinful pleasure coursing through her body, giving herself over to the sensation fully. The way her body responded to me— so eager, so vulnerable— ignited something primal in my core.I didn't rush. No, I savored every second. With deliberate slowness, I brought her to climax, not once but twice, and each time her moans intensified. The r
Ace POV: I closed my eyes, a deep sigh escaping my lips as I grappled with the ache pulsing between my legs. I shifted, attempting to find some relief from the throbbing hardness nestled there. "King, are you okay," Ares inquired, his brow furrowed with concern. I responded with a curt nod, my demeanor cool and distant as I focused on the task at hand – checking the form thoroughly, her college admission, that Ares had handed me. I handed him back a list and watched as he nodded in understanding before departing. Once alone, I couldn't shake the images from this morning from my mind – her naked form, fresh and clean, behind the steamed glass of the shower. Her shaved pussy, plump and inviting, taunting me with its allure. And I succumbed to its call, eagerly sliding my tongue between her slick lips and tasting the sweet essence of her arousal. Which I did. Proudly. I groaned and rose from my seat, the frustration evident in the sound escaping my lips. Despite my efforts, I f
Ace POV:"WHAT THE FUCK!"I yelled, quickly covering her naked body with the blanket as my friends barged in with a cake adorned with candles."Chocolate cake," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the sight of the cake.My friends groaned in annoyance and hastily exited the room, muttering apologies."I told you to knock," I heard Liam's voice outside, the door slamming shut behind them.I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and amusement at the unexpected interruption. Turning my attention back to Iris, I found her looking at me with a clueless expression."Happy birthday, Iris," I whispered, planting a soft kiss below her ears.Her eyes widened in realization, and she let out a squeal of delight, her excitement palpable as she stood up on the bed."Today is my birthday! How did I forget?" she exclaimed, searching for her dress amidst the chaos.But god, her treasure trove was exposed to my sinful eyes.Her boobs jiggling, curved little waist, shaved funkin' cunt.
Ace POV:The air was crackling.Not just with tension—no, something more visceral. The scent of blood clung to the walls, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of gunpowder and the distant stench of rusted metal. It soaked into the concrete, into the very marrow of the room.I wiped my bloodied hand against my handkerchief, watching as crimson spread across the pristine white fabric. Red on white. Death on purity.I barely felt the sting in my knuckles. The pain was irrelevant. Fleeting. Around me, the weapon shipment area buzzed with nervous movement—men scrambling like rats to correct a mistake. A simple, yet unforgivable mistake.Internal incompetence.A woman had messed up the logistics. Sent an entire shipment to the wrong buyer.Not just a misstep.A disaster.I exhaled slowly through my nose, feeling the irritation simmer beneath my skin, restrained, measured. My fingers twitched at my side, a fleeting impulse. A temptation. But I had already handled the situati
Iris POV:He squatted down in front of me, tilting his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t an arrogant smile, nor was it pitying.My chest tightened as I struggled to decipher what I saw in his gaze: nostalgia, amusement, concern… a quiet understanding that I both longed for and feared.His hand moved with familiarity, yet with a caution that hadn’t been there before.The back of his knuckles brushed against my cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was reacquainting himself with something fragile. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact—light as it was, it felt intrusive, peeling away the flimsy layers of composure I had managed to construct.“You’ve gotten more beautiful now,” he murmured, his voice a rich blend of admiration and something deeper— something I couldn't quite place.Heat surged through me, pooling in my cheeks, my skin prickling under his gaze. The air around us felt too heavy, too charged. My throat tightened, my body betraying me in ways I
Ace POV:A soft sigh left my lips as the squirrel closed its eyes and laid its tiny head on my palm. The warmth of its body was oddly comforting, its delicate breaths tickling my skin. So small. So trusting.Animals are far better than humans. Less complicated and easy to please.I leaned back in the rocking chair, the old wood creaking softly beneath my weight. The air was crisp tonight, carrying a distant melody from inside the mansion— some soft piano tune drifting through the air. The kind of sound that belongs in a dream, too delicate for reality.A small breeze stirred through the garden, sweeping my hair forward. A few strands fell in front of my closed eyes.My hair has grown a lot now.Long enough that I could use Iris’ scrunchies.I smirked at the ridiculous thought. Aiden had mentioned that girls liked when their boyfriends used their scrunchies, that it was "cute" or some shit.Boyfriend.The word sat strangely in my mind. Like a foreign language. Something that wasn’t
Iris POV:“Who are they?” I whispered to Liam as my eyes flickered toward the older couples across the room.“They’re Aiden and Susan’s parents,” Liam murmured back, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a long swig.I could feel their silent judgment pressing down on Ares, even from this distance.“Do they hate Ares?” I asked.Liam nodded once, a sharp and certain motion.“Do they hate everyone who belongs to that—” I started to whisper, but before I could finish, Liam’s grip on my forearm tightened. Just enough to shut me up.I swallowed, taking the hint. Ares sat beside Liam, rigid as ever. His sharp gaze was fixed on something in the distance, though I doubted he was actually looking at anything. His hands rested on his thighs, tense, unmoving. Every muscle in his body seemed to be coiled tight, like he was forcing himself to remain still despite the sheer disdain radiating from the people across the room.“Ares, why don’t you go down and enjoy yourself instead of sitting h
Author POV:A pair of drowsy hazel bedroom eyes flickered open, glancing lazily at the clock on the wall. The hands read 7:39 in the evening. The distant sound of running water echoed softly in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet ambiance of the room. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the space.Ace let out a deep, rumbling growl of annoyance as Snacks snuggled deeper into his dark locks. The tiny creature had been toying with his ears, collarbone, neck, and even his pendant for the better part of an hour. Somehow, Snacks had wormed his way into a comfortable position on Ace’s broad shoulder, entirely at ease.Ace had come home early today, prompted by Iris' relentless nagging. Though he hadn’t bought the gift she suggested, she had taken it upon herself to prepare whiskey-infused truffles and artisan brownies. Which made him scowl, like a disgruntled 8 year old toddler, but deep down, Iris knew Ace h
Iris POV:To All the Gods in Heaven (and maybe my very exhausted guardian angel),Hi. It’s me. Again.So, um… about last night. Yeah, that night. I know you saw it. You’re gods. You see everything. And for that, I’m very, very sorry.You see, I was just minding my own business (kind of), being a totally respectable, innocent human, and then— BOOM— Ace happened. Like, really happened. And, um, I think I broke several unspoken commandments? I mean, I didn’t exactly look them up beforehand, but I know there’s gotta be one against making sounds that loud or behaving that… desperately.In my defense, though— you’re gods! You made us humans this way! So maybe you should’ve seen this coming when you gave me emotions, tingles, and a very dangerously good-looking man who knows exactly how to ruin a girl’s ability to behave well. Just sayin’.To summarize my sins:The noises— Loud. Embarrassingly loud. I may have reached “unholy choir” levels.The positions— Um… we discovered I had grown a
*MATURE* Without another thought, I slid down from the counter, the movement quick and precise, my eyes never leaving hers. She took a step back, startled by the sudden intensity in my movements.“I have to cook,” she stammered, her wide eyes locking with mine. She could see it— darkness, lust, raw and unfiltered, burning in my gaze. She knew exactly what she had done to me, temptation and hunger, a need so deep it felt like it might consume me.“Oh~ you should have thought about that before you started that little show of yours,” I growled, my voice thick with desire as I advanced on her, my steps quick and purposeful.She tried to run away, but there was nowhere to go. In a matter of seconds, her back hit the counter, and she stumbled slightly, regaining her balance by gripping the counter’s edge. Before she could react further, I was there, looming over her, trapping her between the solid counter and my body, so close that our chests brushed together with every breath. I lea
Ace POV:Even with the tension building in the room, my focus stayed on the phone in my hand.The screen lit up, displaying the contact details of the one person who made me rethink everything.Iris. Her name seemed to burn into my mind.For the past half hour, my finger hovered over the dial button, hesitating, refusing to move forward.Yesterday morning, I'd been a fucking dick to her.The way I treated her, the words I spat out—they still gnawed at me, but nothing haunted me more than the look in her eyes. The hurt. The disbelief.She'd always been the one person I never lashed out at, the one I protected from the ugliness of my world.And in one moment of misplaced anger at Agostino, I'd turned that ugliness on her.She had always looked at me like I was more than the monster everyone else saw.I hated how her pain lingered in the back of my mind.I deserved it, every bit of it, but now... I was afraid to call her.What if she taunted me?What if she threw those same words back in
Ace POV:"I mean, really?" I muttered, driving the knife into the table with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the dimly lit basement.My chest heaved as I caught my breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.The man lying on the floor, once so full of defiance, now barely had the strength to whimper."That eyepop literally looked me in the eyes and then turned around, snuggled into her cheeks like it was nothing!" I exclaimed, the disbelief in my voice masking the seething anger that still simmered beneath the surface.I turned to the lifeless form on the floor, eyes narrowing in frustration.His screams had subsided into faint, muffled groans, his life slipping away with every shallow breath."Shh... Can you like keep your fucking voice down? I'm talking," I snapped, as if he could still hear or care.His head lolled to the side, the last traces of life fading from his bloodshot eyes."Snacks knows he makes me jealous," I muttered to myself, pacing back and forth as I recounte