Page 176 of Ace of All Hearts

He’s wearing a dark burgundy suit with a black tie and a black button-down. It’s hugging his muscles so perfectly that I feel like I can see every small movement under the piece of clothing. Instead of gelling his hair as usual, he’s simply brushed it back and some strands are coming back toward the side of his face.

Coming off the wall, he walks to me and doesn’t stop until I have to crane my neck to look into his eyes. His hand comes to my face, wiping milk off my lips with his thumb. Enchanted, I watch him bring his finger to his mouth and suck the white drop.

“Lovebug,” he smiles. His deep voice hits places it shouldn’t, and I slowly close my mouth. “What are you doing?”

I struggle to swallow the little cereal I have left in my mouth, gulping multiple times.

“I was eating,” I finally say, hoping the fact that I’m feeding myself will please him or at least get me out of the trouble I seem to have put myself in.

“You’re about to have dinner. With Lik’s mum, nonetheless. Not finishing your plate isn’t an option in an Algerian household.”

Taking the bowl from me, he puts it on the table next to us and grabs my hips. He lifts me, and I end up sitting on the counter.

“Is that your first meal today?”

“No,” I lie.

“Is this what will happen every time I don’t keep an eye on your food intake? Come on.”

“You look so handsome,” I attempt to divert from the topic.

His genuine smile makes me want to giggle out of happiness. “Flattering me to avoid getting in trouble. You’ll never change.”

His nose comes to my neck, and he breathes me in. “Mm, you smell good.” A second later, his teeth are nibbling at the sensitive skin below my ear.

A short gasp escapes me when he cups my pussy over my jeans. I tilt my head to give him better access and wrap my arms around his neck. I buck my hips forward and he pops open the button of my jeans.

“If I fuck you now, I’m not letting you come,” he growls against my neck.

“What? Why?” I lift myself up as he slides my jeans down. He pushes my panties to the side and inserts a finger in me.

I lose my train of thought as a moan escapes me.

“Because you didn’t eat today and are spoiling your dinner. Do you think bad girls get to come whenever they wish?”

“I think bad girls get bad guys to do whatever they want,” I smile as he inserts another finger. I feel myself getting wetter by the second, and I put my hand on his wrist, urging him to accelerate.

“You’re just dying to be put in your place, aren’t you?” He breathes hard and pulls away slightly, his fingers still in me. Grabbing the collar of my t-shirt, he pulls it down and rips it apart.

My gasp probably resonates throughout the whole house. “My little slut is only good at begging to be fucked. Never at taking care of herself.”

Because I never wear bras, he’s now got full access to my naked boobs. While I expected him to fondle me, I’m in for another surprise when he slaps my tits hard.

“Sam!” I scream in pain. “That hurt.”

“Are you going to apologize for not caring about yourself?” He slaps me again, this time at the same time as his thumb comes to play with my clit.

“Shit,” I hiss.

“Manners.” Another slap.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out. I’m so close to exploding I’d say anything for him to keep going. His thumb draws long circles on my clit and I’m starting to tremble with need.

“For fuck’s sake,” another voice comes. “Princess, we have to leave!”

Sam withdraws quickly and suddenly, leaving me yearning for more. “No, no, no,” I whimper as I cross my legs to put pressure on my needy clit.

“Uncross. Right now.” Sam’s order comes with a snap of his fingers, making me obey in a split second.

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