Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
A thought occurred to me. Is it possible he is feeling the same desire that I am?
Not only did my stomach tighten at that possibility but the sensation went to my nipples, too, causing them to rise and poke through the fabric of my shirt.
Moisture pooled between my legs and gathered in the crotch of my panties, soaking them to the point that I could feel the material sticking uncomfortably to my skin.
I swallowed thickly.
Ace continued to pant like he was out of breath, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes still shut tightly.
Was he in pain or something? He looked like he was in pain.
“Ace?” I said with a quavering voice.
He held up a finger. “Just give me a second,” he bit out. “Don’t move.”
I did as I was told, worried I had somehow hurt him while struggling. My thoughts wandered while I waited for permission to move.
Sparks exploded beneath my palms where they touched his hard chest. I curled one into a fist and then relaxed it again, fascinated at how the sparks intensified and weakened with my movements.
Looking back at him, his expression hadn’t changed. In fact, he seemed even more tense. I studied the hard muscles of his neck and the way they flexed under his clenching jaw. He was so hot.
More moisture pooled between my legs.
Ace let out another deep growl. “Jesus fucking Christ, Doe, are you trying to fucking kill me?”
“What? No!” I squeaked.
His gaze flicked down to my hips, and I was struck with the sudden panic that he might be able to feel how wet I was getting through his boxers. My stomach plummeted.
“Okay, seriously, let go,” I demanded. It took everything in me not to wiggle again.
His eyes narrowed, but his hold didn’t let up. “We’re not done talking. Tell me why you were upset just now, and I’ll consider releasing you.”
My anger was mounting again. “Do you think you’re the king of the world or something? If I say let me go, you don’t just get to give me some stupid ultimatum.
You do it because this is my body.
He raised a single eyebrow.
And it was enough to make me explode.
“You know what, asshole? You don’t get to make my decisions for me!” Hysterics took over as I shoved at his shoulders and screamed in his face. “If I want you to let me go, you can’t fucking say no!
“Just because you claim that I’m ‘yours’ or whatever other bullshit excuse you come up with, it doesn’t mean you get to touch me without my fucking goddamn consent!”
His eyes darkened.
Well, shit.
His hand whipped up and grabbed my chin tightly. He used his new grip to tug me down so my face was right in front of his.
“Whose mouth is this?” Ace asked, his voice deep and furious.
“I-I don’t—” I stammered.
“Whose mouth is this, Doe?” he repeated, practically seething. His grip tightened almost to the point of pain, making me whimper.
“Yours,” I whispered, too afraid to challenge him.
“That’s right. This mouth is mine, and I will not have filth coming out of it.”
Now, I can’t say I’m necessarily proud of what I did next. But, hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?
My fear, mixed with the pent-up fury that had been brewing inside of me for the past few days, triggered my fight or flight, and since flight wasn’t an option…
I clamped my teeth down on his arm. Hard.
Ace released me with a snarl.
I used his state of shock to my advantage and scrambled away, leaping from the bed, but he managed to wrap his arms around my waist before I could take a single step toward the door.
He lifted me into the air and threw me back down on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Then he crawled on top of me so I couldn’t get away.
“No!” I yelled, desperately trying to get out of his hold. “Let me go!”
“Doe.” Ace pinned his hands over my head, but I continued to whip my head around and kick my legs. “Doe, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I don’t care! I don’t want to be around you! I don’t want to be around you ever again!”
Ace froze. The atmosphere in the room turned ice cold.
My struggle slowed to a stop, and my eyes met his deep blue ones above me. Dread churned in my stomach as I took in the expression of misery and hurt on his face.
“You don’t want to be around me?” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close I was to breaking down in tears.
“I-I… Maybe?” I closed my eyes in frustration, and tears started to race down my cheeks.
I let out a breath and forced myself to peer up at his tortured face once again. “I just… You can’t touch me like that and then pretend like it never happened afterward.
“I’m not just this outlet for your pent-up sexual energy or your stupid need to feel like the most powerful person in the room.”
My throat was so raw it was hard to speak. “You’ve been doing it for years now but even more so over the last few days.
“And when I try to ask you about it, you make me feel like I’m going insane, or you ignore me, or you change the subject. I can’t take it anymore.”
My tongue dipped out to wet my lips, and I tasted the saltiness of my tears.
“So, yeah, if you’re going to keep doing stuff like that, I-I don’t want to be around you anymore. You can find some other girl to make her feel used and unwanted.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that last part. I didn’t want to distance myself from Ace, and I definitely didn’t want him to go find another girl.
Of course I wanted to be around him constantly. I wanted to be his only girl.
But I wanted more of his touches, ~more~ of his attention. And I wanted him to kiss my lips, hold my hand, caress my skin.
I just… I also wanted it to mean something to him.
“Doe,” Ace said after a moment, “is that true? I’ve really been making you feel that way?”
I nodded slowly, more tears flowing.
His movements were slow and tentative as he released his hold on my hands and reached out and ran his thumb over my jaw, the same spot he had been gripping when he yelled at me, soothing the mild ache he had caused.
“I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t think…”
He sighed. “I’ve been too controlling. I know I have. I’ve known it for a while. I’ve been trying to keep myself in check, but it’s getting—” His gaze drifted down my body. He rolled his neck stiffly.