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He supplied me with no explanation as to where he was taking me as he carried me off into the night.
I lifted my head to look back at Madoc. I gave him a pathetic wave.
Madoc returned the gesture with a sympathetic look before grabbing his jacket from where it had fallen on the ground and walking off himself.
As much as I wanted to fight Ace, I ultimately ended up relaxing over his heaving shoulder, knowing the best thing to do was succumb to my fate.
Ace didn’t even bother putting me in my own seat when he got into his car, which was parked very haphazardly, I might add, in the parking lot off the side of the hiking trail.
Instead, he sat in the driver’s seat and set me down in his lap so I was straddling him, chest to chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. It was his favorite position.
I lifted my chin, hesitantly searching his dark eyes. Sometimes I could swear they changed color when he was really upset. Like right now, they almost appeared black rather than their usual deep blue.
It was probably just the lighting though.
Thinking he expected me to talk—or maybe to apologize again—I opened my mouth, only for my words to be cut off by Ace clamping his hand under my jaw.
He squeezed it in his huge palm, not hard enough to hurt but enough to let me know who was in charge. “Not a word, Doe. Not a single fucking word,” he growled, his tone harsh and clipped.
I shut my mouth. I was still heartbroken over everything that had happened that day and didn’t really want to be around him but decided it wasn’t the time to bring it up. He was too mad.
And, if I was being completely honest with myself, I had no energy to argue. I was exhausted, and my body felt heavy from spending the day away from him.
To my relief, he eventually dropped his hand from my jaw, moving it instead to the back of my neck where he squeezed slightly. I whimpered.
He used his new hold to lead my face into the crook of his neck.
I obliged, pushing my face against his warm skin to take in big gulps of his earthy scent, seeking the ease he provided me with after several hours by myself.
Sometimes I felt like a walking contradiction. How could the man who was the cause of my fear also be the source of my comfort? It made no sense.
Several moments passed like that. I assumed he wanted to hold me for a while so he was calm before we talked. But then he reached forward and started the car.
I froze. Was he really going to drive with me in his lap like this? Didn’t he realize how dangerous it was? He didn’t even have a seatbelt on!
Before he could put the car into drive, and probably kill us both, I lifted my head up.
“Ace—”
He moved so fast, I didn’t have time to process what was happening until it was too late. One of his hands speared into my hair and jerked my head to the side, baring my neck to him.
With his other hand, he grabbed hold of my waist and violently wrenched my body to his chest in a hard tug that left me gasping.
Next thing I knew, his sharp teeth were on the newly exposed skin of my neck, and he bit down hard.
Ace’s dominating bite didn’t break the skin, and yet, my body’s reaction to it was overwhelming and extreme.
I no longer had control over my movements. I slumped forward against him, completely giving in to his hold, without any sort of fight.
My head fell to the side of its own accord, consequently giving him better access to my neck and throat, and my arms became limp noodles.
Explosive, mind-numbing sparks raced through me in a way I had never felt before, starting at the spot where he was biting me before spreading everywhere else. My toes curled in my shoes.
I whimpered, feeling embarrassed that the spot between my legs was pulsing with uncontrollable need.
In seconds, my arousal leaked into my panties, soaking them entirely, then trickled down the insides of my thighs.
I was shocked and confused. Ace had bitten me plenty of times in the past, but I had never reacted like this before.
I was so turned on, so utterly aroused by his dominating behavior, that it seemed like my brain was shutting down. Ace was in charge; I didn’t need to think because he would tell me what to do.
And so, unable to do anything else, I waited, hoping he would eventually see fit to grant me some mercy and let me go.
Or even better, that he’d dig his teeth in harder and keep me in this mindless yet blissful state forever.
What felt like minutes passed like that, with him holding me in his powerful, unrelenting grip.
The only sound coming from inside the car was my labored breathing as I submitted to him. It was all I was capable of doing.
Something inside of me—some part of me I didn’t understand—was screaming at me to submit to him and let him do with me as he wished, to never disobey or try to run from him again.
And I was more than willing to comply.
With his teeth at my neck, I was too afraid to fight him but, at the same time, I felt safe and secure and—at peace.
Not to mention turned on.
The truth is, I liked Ace being in control. I liked not having to think for myself for a while.
Eventually, he loosened his grip on me and removed his teeth from my throat. I was like liquid against him as he led my face back into his neck.
This time, when he put the car in drive, I stayed perfectly still, even as he pulled out of the parking lot. The need to submit held me in its clutches, so I remained languid as he drove me wherever.
The only time I did move was to grip the front of his shirt in my fists as I sought to anchor myself to him for the rest of eternity.
I didn’t even notice I was crying until I felt the wetness of my tears against my lips and tasted them with my tongue. I was too overwhelmed to stop the overflow of emotion.
But despite soaking Ace’s shirt with my silent cries, he didn’t comfort me like he usually did, nor did he run his hand up and down my back like I so desperately wanted.
Madoc was right. Ace would never hurt me. He wouldn’t even consider it. But somehow, this—his anger and disappointment in me—felt so much worse.
Ace pulling the car to a stop felt like a distant echo, and I clung to him as he lifted me out of the seat, feeling like I would die if he put me down.
Thankfully, Ace returned my hold just as tightly. It was the only thing that brought me any sort of relief.
Maybe I hadn’t completely messed up. Maybe Ace would find it in him to forgive me for everything I had done.
Ace’s pace was quick, and each stride made me bounce a little.
I was acutely aware of how my body rubbed against him with each step, how my hard nipples poked through the cups of my bra, how my panties clung to the soaking, pulsating lips of my pussy…
If I looked down, I was sure I would see I was making a wet spot on the front of his shirt.
And yet, I couldn’t keep myself from trying to press my body even closer to him.
I wasn’t paying attention to where he was taking me. I honestly didn’t care. It was only when he tried to set me down that I finally realized he had brought me to his house.
We were in his bedroom, and he was laying me down on his huge king-size bed.
A sudden panic that he was going to leave me consumed my mind, and I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, making sure he couldn’t pull himself away from me after putting me down.
I wanted to voice my thoughts but I wasn’t sure if he still wanted me to be quiet, so I said nothing, hoping my actions were making my needs clear.
Ace let out a low rumbling noise that came from deep within his chest. He gently rubbed my waist over my dress.
“Let go, Doe.” His voice was deep and rough. “It’s the middle of the fucking night. I need to get you ready for bed.”
I forced myself to release him at the sound of his angry tone, and just as I’d suspected, an ice-cold dread consumed me the moment we were no longer touching.