Page 36 of Blood of the Saints

Ace doesn’t say anything as his body stills. He’s out. Holy shit, he’s out. I did it. I fucking did it. I knocked out the big, bad, controlling Ace Lennox with just my arm. A smile splits my face, pride swelling in my chest.

I feel on top of the world.

I’ll release him, grab the key that he stuffed in the front pocket of his jeans, then be on my merry way out of here. If that torture room is unlocked, I can stop in there for a few weapons so I’m not unarmed when I face the other two.

A sigh of relief escapes me as I relax my arm.

But that relief is quickly washed away.

Ace should be falling to the ground right about now, but instead he spins around so fast I don’t even have time to blink. His large body throws me against the concrete wall, the force knocking the breath out of me.

My head bounces off the wall, causing pain to shoot through my skull, blurring my vision. My entire body tenses and I wince from the impact.

No.

He was supposed to be knocked out.

Fuck! I should have held onto him tighter, making sure he actually died instead. I let my ego get the best of me and now I’m royally fucked.

His hands pin my shoulders to the wall. There’s no way I could move out of his hold. His grip on me is so fucking tight, I’m sure I’ll have bruises where he’s holding me.

“I’ll give it to you, Agent Stone, you would’ve had me there if you had moved your arm down just one more inch,” he whispers, his evil tone chilling to the bone. I gulp, staring into his bright green eyes. “You tried, you really did. Too bad, your FBI training wasn’t enough to take me down. You really are a strong girl—just not strong enough. How long have you been in the FBI? Kind of a rookie mistake, don’t you think?”

He’s fucking taunting me, trying to get a rise out of me, and it’s working. What he doesn’t know is how hard I’m kicking myself for being so reckless. I was so caught up in the adrenaline that I didn’t check where my arm was on his throat or even if he was actually knocked out before I let him go.

Damn adrenaline has always gotten me in trouble.

His hand wraps around my throat in a bruising grip, causing me to gasp for air.

“I should kill you right now for trying to pull one over on me.” His lips are so close they lightly touch mine when he speaks. “Or I could strap you back to the table like you suggested. Maybe I’ll have Blais come down here right now and carve your pretty little body up with his knife.”

His threats hit me straight in the chest. I’ve been acting strong and unbreakable, defying their every move, but the seriousness in his tone drowns me in fear. His hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply. He very well could kill me right now and it would be no skin off his back.

My eyes widen and his lip pulls up in a smirk. “I love the look of fear in your eyes. It lets me know I can get to you. Your walls aren’t impenetrable, after all.” His free hand softly brushes a piece of hair behind my ear, the sweet gesture contradicting his hand choking me. “Now, tell me what you want with Novak. Why’s the FBI looking for him?”

The asshole asks the question, knowing that I can’t answer him with his hand crushing my windpipe. Even if I could talk, I fucking wouldn’t. Anything can happen, and if I get out of this hell, I don’t want all my plans to be ruined.

I don’t know these guys. For all I know, they could be working for Novak. They could be torturing me because they’re on his side and need to know what the FBI has on their operations.

Ace’s hand tightens even more and he isn’t letting up. The longer he holds me, the more I start to freak out. He could easily crush my windpipe and that’d be it for me. I have to do something, so I start kicking him as hard as I can. My foot slams into his shin, but he doesn’t budge.What the fuck? Is he some kind of robot?Moving in closer, he flattens his body against mine.

His grip on my throat loosens a little as he lifts my leg, wrapping it around his waist. Rolling his hips, he digs his erection right into my core. I let out a raspy, desperate gasp. My pussy clenches in need at the contact as he grinds against me. My body must have a mind of its own, because my back arches, wanting to get a better feel of him. Needing to find that friction.

I know what he’s doing, but fuck it feels good. I should stop giving him this satisfaction, but my desire to have his body against mine is way too strong.

His cock might be hard, but the look in his eyes is more curious than turned on. He’s trying to dig inside my brain to figure out my angle, but I won’t let him past my walls. He can fuck with me all he wants, but I refuse to let him in my mind.

All of a sudden, he drops me, maniacally chuckling. My ass leans against the wall as I bend over coughing and rubbing at my throat.

“I understand what Blais was talking about now,” he says. I can feel his stare burning into my skull; he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he released me.

“What are you talking about?” I croak, wincing at how sore my throat is. It hurts so bad to talk right now.

“Blais was spouting off some nonsense about you being turned on by his knife. Looks like he wasn’t wrong. I had you by the throat, on the edge of blacking out, and you were still writhing against my cock.” He smirks.

“Just because my body reacts to your dickish ways, doesn’t mean I fucking want you,” I growl.

Ace steps forward. “No, it doesn’t. But the look in your eyes does. You can’t hide how much you like to be controlled. You like it rough, don’t you?”

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