Page 26 of Dare You to Catch Me
“You look beautiful.”
A smile spreads across my face as I say. “Thank you.”
He advances me with his long strides, before he is in front of me. I watch him begin to bring his hand up, but he hesitates. “I know what I did hurt you, Emma-”
I stop him from continuing on. “Ace, I am the one that is sorry, and I know why you did it. Yes, it hurts like hell, but it pulled my head out my ass, you've got who you need.”
His hand cups my cheek, feeling his warmth as his thumb trails over my skin, my eyes close leaning into his touch. “I really need you to stay close to me tonight, Baby Girl.”
I nod with my words. “I know.”
As I look into his eyes, the sense of more is going on and that he is hiding something from me hits me. I can't help but ask. “Ace, why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?”
He stares into my eyes and I see that jaw tick and I know I'm right, he is hiding something from me, but I wait for his words. “Nothing you need to worry about, okay, just worry about what we already have going on.”
Taking in a defeated breath, I give him a smile. “Okay.”
His grip tightens as he pulls me to his lips. He devours my lips in a hot possessive kiss making my lips part before his tongue is down my throat moaning into his mouth. His other hand slides down to the slit in my dress, before his hand dives under my dress, slowly trailing up...
Well, he's about to find a surprise.
His hand stops once it meets the strap on my gun holster, before he explores more and he pulls back, staring into my eyes with a darkness to his eyes.
“Surprise.” I say with a little laugh, and he chuckles, before it falls. He asks with a deepened tone. “What are you doing with that?”
“I never go to big events without it, and I won't start now. I'm sorry, that's my protection.”
A wicked smirk twists from his lips as he says. “I love it, Baby Girl.” His hand slides up more, his two fingers work together rubbing circles over my entrance through my wet panties. “You’re soaked, baby.” He groans into my mouth before he cups my pussy, squeezing, making my piercing press tight against my clit, my breath catches in my throat.
“I'm craving this pussy, Baby Girl.” The pressure he’s causing increases causing me to clench my legs together, the sensation new, but god, it is fucking doing something as my nipples harden. A deep growl rips from his chest before he rips his hand away and steps back, a playful but sinful smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet, Baby Girl, I want to take my time with my sweet little pussy, before I ruin it.”
I smile up at him, seductively biting my lip. “Well then I guess we should hurry up and get this night over, so it can start over again.”
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest before he leans down and whispers in my ear. “You might regret saying that.” He nips my neck, sending a shiver down my spine before he leans back and smirks. His arm snakes around my waist, resting his hand on the small of my back as he ushers me to the car, leaving me wet and needy.He’s a fucking tease.
The drive to our engagement party was quiet, Ace did a lot of looking at his phone, working I am assuming, before we arrived at our party. With my arm looped through Ace's, he pulls my arm tightagainst him, a possessive hold on me as I look up to him and his eyes are searching everywhere, as we walk into the building.
Of course the room is already filled with Mafia bosses and their Queens, or slaves, or whatever you want to call the women that hang from their arms. A beautiful slow jazz plays in the background as we make our way through the room and all eyes on us of course, feeling the pressure, the tension, I look up to Ace. Watching how he carries himself as he leads me around the room on his arm, firmly holding what is his, a sense of pride in his eyes, causes me to smile.
We greet our guests, and lots of them, feeling like it's already been hours here, and well I guess it has, just hanging from Ace's arm, his grip never loosening, as he leads me around the room. Honestly we share some good laughs, a few of the younger bosses, Ace's age, are much like him; maybe there is hope for this world.
My eyes scan the room looking for my father until I spot him. When our eyes meet, a twisted smirk laces his face making me swallow hard. I still don't know why my father has such hatred for me, but it's a mutual feeling.
With his eyes still locked on me, he comes towards Ace and I, Ace talking with one of the other bosses. I tighten my hand around Ace's forearm, causing him to look down to me and I snap my eyes towards my father, letting Ace know he is coming over; quietly.
“Ah, the newly weds to be, my beautiful daughter.” My father with his open arms, fake smile, and fake father act, now in front of us. Ace growls deep in his chest as I say. “Hello, Father.”
“That's the greeting I get for doing all of this for you?”
A big smile spreads across my face, as I let go of Ace's arm and take a step forward. “Thank you for this, it's beautiful, Ace and I are thankful.” Trying to keep the bile from rising in my throat as I plant a peck to his cheek and step back next to Ace as he immediately wraps an arm around my waist, hurting with a painful grip.
“How about a dance with your old pops?”
“I don't fucking think so.” Ace snarls. I know Ace is protecting me but he is going to cause my father to think something is up, so I get up on my tip toes and whisper in Ace's ear, acting like I'm kissing his cheek. “If I don't he will know something is up, I'll be okay.” I plant a long lingering kiss on his cheek, closing my eyes preparing myself to dance with my father, before I rock back down on my heel, and look at my father with a fake smile.. “Yes, I would love to dance with you.” That's a lie, I would rather slice out his eyes but, the time will come, just not yet.
“Fabulous.”
I look up to Ace and he furrows his brows, his jaw clenching, he meets my gaze, before he says. “Enjoy your dance.” I give him a soft nod, before taking my father's hand that is in front of me, then he leads me to the dance floor and without a word we start to dance.
