Page 91 of Ruthless Beasts

His words. Fuck. They did something to me. My chest heaved, my words strangled. “I want you.”

His teeth bit my earlobe. “I didn’t hear you, princess.”

The pressure at my pussy disappeared as his hands trailed up my body, teasing my skin. I swallowed hard, my body needing his. “I fucking want you, Ace.”

“That’s my fucking girl,” he cooed as he laced our fingers together, bringing our joined hands up to the glass. He flattened my hands against the cool surface as he nudged his thigh between my legs. “Don’t move your hands from that spot. Understand?”

I nodded and he leaned down and bit my shoulder. “Good girl.”

Before I could register the loss of him, he had fallen to his knees behind me, his fingers gripping into my legs, forcing me to widen my stance before he pulled my dress up, bunching it at my waist and twisting the fabric in such a way that it held it in place.

“This ass has been torturing me for weeks.” He squeezed it, before laying a sharp bite against the cheek. “It’s fucking gorgeous this close. Look at me, baby, can you see my reflection in the glass, on my knees for you, queen? Watch me as I pleasure you.”

Those were the last words he spoke before his mouth was on my body, sucking and licking, devouring my flesh with such precision that my legs shook and my vision blurred from the tears of pleasure he brought to my eyes.

My fingers flexed against the window as moans left me. I fought the urge to see if anyone was watching below, but the temptation of keeping my eyes on him, watching his mouth move, and his tongue flick against my skin, was much more alluring. He was masterful in his skills, and I wasn’t sure if I should be jealous of his past or thankful that he gifted me with this experience.

“Fuck,” I cried when he pulled my clit between his teeth. “Oh god, Ace. I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

That confession urged him on, his mouth and tongue picking up their pace, making my head swim with want and need, pleasure mixed with a bit of pain. His fingers joined, crooking inside my body as he pumped in and out, and I was going to go mad. Words fell from my mouth unfiltered. Pleas for anything and everything he could give me. I needed to cum. I didn’t want this to end. I was stuck in the middle of desire and torture, and I had no control over it.

A click behind us tore my gaze away from Ace as Mercer and Adam entered the room, closing the door behind them. And it was at that moment, when my eyes met theirs, that I crumbled, cumming so hard that my legs gave out, and the only thing keeping me up was the width of Ace’s broad shoulders between my legs. I trembled through the waves of pleasure, gasping, until it faded, and I collapsed, sliding down the window and into Ace’s arms.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ADAM

I was furious. Sickened with the fact that somehow Accardo had entered my domain and my security had let him. It was a busy night, and I understood that, yet the single person I insisted I didn’t want to be at the gala tonight somehow made it past every single staff member.

Rage I didn’t know how I contained filled me when he showed up at my side, a smug smile on his face as he talked about my wife. “I saw Bellamy disappear this evening with your friend.”

I turned my head, not letting my shock at his existence show. “This concerns you because?”

“I’m just making sure the best interest of my grandson is being considered.”

Granddaughter, but I didn’t feel like offering that bit of private information. “You haven't got a grandchild that lives in my house.”

“Don’t be difficult. We both know that’s a lie.” He smirked. “I know you got the video clip I shared. Am I right?”

I could pretend to be clueless, but that the messenger never lived to the end of the day only proves that he knew we absolutely received it. “Videos could be edited.”

Another lie I spoke because I knew it hadn’t been. I had proof in the little girl that sat perfectly round in my wife’s belly, taunting me with her existence and promises of what we could all have together.

“We both know that isn’t the case. Strange how Vinnie hasn’t been seen since.”

“People go on vacations all the time; his whereabouts were never my concern.” I fought not to smile, thinking about his rotting body under the very fountain every single person passed to enter this facility.

“He’s your father-in-law,” Accardo pointed out, “unless the marriage wasn’t legal.”

“My marriage, my wife, my child, is none of your concern. Who my wife spends time with other than myself, also not your concern.”

“I was just looking out for her and my grandchild.” He put his hands in his pockets as he scanned the crowd, his eyes falling to Mercer. “I’d hate for you to get careless, and something happen to your family.” There was a pause before he added, “Again.”

I closed my eyes tightly and flexed my fingers, willing myself to not completely lose control and murder this man in front of all these witnesses. When I opened them again, I was centered and calm as I spoke. “Is that a threat, Accardo?”

“I’d never threaten.” He looked back at Mercer. “But I make promises.”

He would die. He was always going to, but now, I swore on my dead wife’s grave that I would end his life before I left this earth, or I would return from the afterlife to finish the job.

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