They would complain about not choosing the right paint color for their room as if it was the worst thing that had ever happened to them, while I was fighting my own mind to even stay alive.
“I’ll be by your side the entire night. We’re just going to get some pictures of him in a compromising position and then we’ll be out of there.”
“If you say so.”
“Listen, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But I think you owe it to yourself. You’ve come all this way to bring him to justice, and this is just one step closer to obtaining that. These pictures will ruin his reputation. Guaranteed. That family man persona, will be ripped away the moment we publish him at this club.”
I like that he leaves the decision up to me, though, I know what he would prefer I do, it still feels like I have a choice. That if I were to say, fuck it, I want to curl up in a tiny ball instead, then he would support it.
As kids, I always saw Ace as the silent loner. Kyle was the personable one. He was quick to smile and joke, but now I see that it was all an act. Ace may have been quiet, but he was observant. Sincere in his character. No matter how fucked up going to Kingston Prep had made both of us, he still feels like the most real person I’ve ever met. Plus, my therapist has been trying to get me to listen to my intuition, saying that just because people have hurt me in the past, doesn’t mean I can’t trust them in the future. When she said that, I just rolled my eyes, but now I get what she means.
I see Ace, and even though he’s a fucking freak for stalking me and sending me those messages, I get that he felt it was the only way to reach me. I’d become so closed off from the world, so numb to anything, that those moments with him made me feel alive again.
“Okay. Let’s do this.” I answer and I can see the relief of my decision hit him.
It’s been hours of pouring over Ace’s notes. Clearly, he’s been gathering data for years, waiting for the right time to strike. To hit his brother when he has the most to lose. With Kyle putting in a bid for a congressional seat, the information Ace has gathered on him is enough to put him away for years. But the video we’re to get tonight is the cherry on top. A way to show the people he isn’t who he claims to be.
While putting on my makeup in the bathroom, the thought occurs to me how ludicrous this all is. Trapping a would-be congressman with explicit photos like I’m some secret agent and not a completely traumatized individual. But if it means I can have the chance at living normally again, I’ll take it. Being on the run all the time is exhausting. The constant fear of being found out. Not being able to relax because I’m always looking over my shoulder, or too busy being consumed by anxiety.
It was stupid to think I could get away with my online presence for as long as I did. It led them right to me. I’m just lucky Ace got to me before Kyle, or whoever he hired, did. Still, it was a calculated risk that helped pay my bills. There are only so many things I’m even qualified enough for to work from home. And with all the hospital bills I’ve accrued throughout the years- it was a necessary one.
“Fucking hell, gorgeous. Is that what you’re wearing?”
I look down at my tight black strapless dress and run my hands over it.
“Is this not, okay?”
He leans on the door, arms crossed as he takes me in, eyes trailing down the length of my body. It’s hot as hell and makes me feel like he likes what he sees.
“It’s perfect.”
I beam up at his 6’2 stature. Being alone for so many years has left a void in my heart, but having him praise me, having him want me like he does, makes it feel like that void has been filled.
There’s a dangerous edge to the way he looks at me, and I can’t say that I hate it. Like he would burn the world if I simply asked.
Walking over to him, I place a kiss on his cheek. His hands find my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh.
Kneeling down, he raises my dress, exposing my bare pussy.
“No underwear?”
“I can’t in this dress.”
He groans, thumb finding my pulsating clit. I love the rough way he touches me. Like he cherishes me, but also can’t restrain himself from what he wants.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy. So wet and tight.” His warm mouth meets my flesh and sends a tingle up my spine. I twine my fingers into his dark hair, guiding him to where I need his mouth the most.
He happily obliges, licking my clit and twirling his tongue around as he roughly jams two fingers up into me.
“Oh, holy fuck.” My back digs into the doorway as my leg is hoisted over his shoulder to grant him better access to me.
He sucks and licks, pressing in and out of me. There’s nothing so hot as the vision of a badass man on their knees for their woman. Giving all the pleasure he can, and fuck I love it. I crave his touch. Needing it like I need air or water.
He bites down lightly on my clit, and I cry out, feeling that jolt of pain mixing in with my pleasure.
He looks up at me, removing his mouth and fingers. “Ride my face, baby. And fucking scream.” A slap lands right on my pussy and I yelp, hips rising to meet any friction I can get.
I feel wild. Out of control with the way my legs grip his face as he plunges deep inside of me. Tongue gliding over my most sensitive parts. Shivering with pure pleasure.
