She leans in. Her lips close around the ring. I feel the cool press of the diamond against my skin as she works it free with her teeth, and the delicacy of it, the focus, her breath hot against me while she concentrates, is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.
She gets it.
I don't give her a second to be proud of herself.
I grab her by the throat and lift her to her feet in one motion. Before she can think, before she can breathe, my mouth is on hers, tasting myself on her tongue as I push her backward across the room.
Her back hits the wall, and the ring is still in her mouth, and I don't care. My tongue finds it, slides against hers, and I take the ring from between her lips into my own mouth. A kiss so filthy it blurs the line between claiming and consuming.
Her palms are flat against my chest. She's not pushing me away. She's pulling me closer. Her fingers curling against my skin, nails digging in, her body arching off the wall into mine.
She doesn't care about the ring. She doesn't care about Hudson. She doesn't care about anything except the heat between us and the fact that I'm not inside her yet.
"Please, Ace." Her voice is wrecked. The voice of a woman who's been on her knees, crawled across a floor, and sucked a ring off a piercing, and still wants more.
"I need you." She whimpers.
I pull back and take the ring from my mouth and hold it up between us. I reach past her and set it on the windowsill behind her.
"That stays there out of my fuckin’ sight," I say, my hand finding her throat again. "And you stay here. And we're going to find out exactly how sorry you are, pretty girl."
Her breath hitches. Her eyes are dark with need, and my dick is aching to be inside her.
"I'm so sorry, Ace."
"Not yet, you're not," I tell her as I screw the ball back on the piercing.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Harper
Song- No Good, KALEO
"Let me show you how sorry I am," I whisper.
He tilts his head. His eyes flick between my eyes and my lips, like he's deciding which one to ruin first.
"Oh yeah?" he whispers.
I nod. His hand tightens around my throat.
He walks us backward toward the bed. His grip on my throat guiding me like a leash I never want taken off.
"You don't get to come, Harper. Not until I tell you." He pauses. His fingers press deeper into the sides of my neck. "But I will. So many times. Inside you. Over you." He leans in until his lips brush mine. "Mine, Harper. You are my dirty little slut."
"Y-yes. Ace. I hear you."
I bite down on my tongue as he tosses me onto the bed. The mattress bounces beneath me, and I watch him cross the room. He yanks open the closet door and reappears with a belt.
His belt. The worn brown leather one with the silver buckle. Adrenaline shoots through me. I shiver, and I don't try to hide it.
He approaches. Takes his time. Lets me watch the way the leather hangs from his fist, the way his forearm flexes when he folds it in half with a snap that bounces through the room.
He tugs me forward until my legs hang over the edge of the bed. The leather glides along my calves, and my breath hitches.
He spreads my legs and settles between them, towering over me. Looking down at me with those dark eyes and that expression that makes me feel like the most powerful and the most helpless woman on the planet at the same time.
I let out a yelp when the belt taps against my inner thigh. Just a tease. A little sting that blooms warm across my skin. He knows I love it. He's always known. He's the only man I would ever trust enough to do this with. The only man who's earned the right to see me like this.
