Ace's POV
That little—
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Her grinding, her sweet little moans, the way her lips trailed down my neck like she was claiming me instead of the other way around—
She was playing me.
And fuck, it was working.
I was supposed to make her beg. I was supposed to break her. But now? Now I was the one losing my goddamn control.
Her body was soft and hot against me, moving in slow, torturous circles, rubbing right over my cock like she was fucking teasing me on purpose.
She let out a small, breathless whimper as she pressed harder, and fuck—I almost lost it right there.
My grip on her tightened.
I should stop this. I should remind her who's in control.
But instead, I reached between us, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock, watching as her eyes widened slightly when she felt the heat of me, the size of me, pressing bare against her soaked panties.
"Still think you can handle me little pet?" I murmured darkly.
