Page 90 of Ruthless Beasts

“When’s your birthday?” I squeezed his hand.I guess it's better to know now than later.

“April eleventh.”

“Hmm. Adam and Mercer’s?” I’d feel like shit if I’d known these men and missed their birthdays.

“Mercer was born on Christmas day. Adam is February seventh.”

I felt sorry for Mercer. It must have been hard growing up with his birthday not only on a major holiday, but also having no one to celebrate such a day with. But Adam… well… “I could see him being an Aquarius.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, to start, he can be quiet and sulky. But clearly, he’s creative because look at what he’s taken part in. He likes to be alone. His office is like his personal sanctuary, and he’s fiercely loyal to those few he’s close with.”

“Good observation.” He let go of my hand and used his palm to guide me forward by the small of my back as I stepped off the elevator. “We are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned.

“Our offices.” The mischief in Ace’s eyes was terrifying. I couldn’t look away.

“And we like our offices, it appears.”

“Yes, princess. We do.” That tone should have me worried. The deep groveling sound of trouble was like a warning. But then it changed, and he was back to the everyday sweet Ace I knew. “This is Mercer’s office.”

He pushed open a door to the office, and it was nice, but it wasn’t extraordinary. It was a desk in front of a large window. Off to the side was a mini fridge, and along the opposite wall, empty bookshelves.

“It’s nice,” I said as I walked around. “Very…”

When I didn’t finish, Ace supplied, “Sterile.”

I looked at him over my shoulder as I ran my finger over the desk. “That.”

“We haven’t personalized it much yet, but Adam’s and my offices are the exact same layout. This won’t be our main place of operation, but when we were here, we still needed our space.”

Connecting our hands again, he led me out into the hall. “And the other offices?”

“There.” He pointed to the rooms next door to Mercer’s. “And on the other side of the hall are conference rooms. Though I think we’d most likely use the ones downstairs.”

“So up here is just a boys' zone, then?” He guided me to the door at the end of the hall and pushed it open. ”What’s this?”

“Our lounge.” He paused and my pulse picked up. “My queen.”

Before I could register his intent, he picked me up, causing a squeal to escape me, and carried me toward the window, dropping my feet to the ground, making me face the glass. His voice was low in my ear when he demanded, “What do you see?”

I looked down, taking in the view. “Water.”

“What else? Lower.”

I let my eyes fall to the sidewalk below, littered with guests in gowns and tuxes. “People. Guests.”

“People of power and money, you mean?” His correction made no difference to me. People were people. But when his arm snaked around my body, his hand going low before scrunching up my dress to my hips and dipping his fingers between my legs, I think I understood. “Look at them. They’ll never be as powerful as you are right now, standing over them, owning the three most powerful men in the city. They wish they could be you. Wish they could be had like you. If they looked up, would they see us right now?”

A moan escaped me before I could get a word out. The thought, the promise, was too fucking alluring. “Oh god.”

“Could they see your perfectly pink skin begging to be licked? Your dripping cunt begging to be filled? Will they see those perfectly pebbled tits as I bend you over and fuck you against the glass?”

Just his filthy words had me panting, my body squirming against his touch, wanting more. Ace. This was fucking Ace and sweet Ace never said such dirty words. But here we were, and I couldn’t deny that I liked it.

He leaned into my body, pressing me hard against the glass, and I could feel his cock pushing roughly against my ass. “Tell me you want me, Bellamy. I want to be yours, too.”

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