Alexia’s POV
I finished my shower.
And for your information? I took a cold one.
Not that it helped much.
The icy water did little to curb the fire burning inside . My skin still tingled with want, my body still thrumd with need. It was like I was running on Aphrodite’s own damn essence, my desires insatiable, my hunger never-ending.
I needed more.
I needed to be touched. Ruined.
I wanted to be fucked so hard that my body forgot how to stand, that my legs trembled with every step, that my mind was too blissfully wrecked to think of anything else.
And worst of all?
I wasn’t ashad of it.
If anything, I craved it even more.
Ace’s POV
The mont I stepped into the room, I knew sothing was wrong.
Elena stood there in a sinfully short, body-hugging dress, her curves on full display, her dark eyes locked onto one of my guards. The poor bastard looked smitten—entranced, even—but beneath the desire in his eyes, I saw the fear. He was scared of touching what belonged to .
Smart man.
Or at least, he would have been if he hadn’t let his cock think for him.
I watched, jaw clenching, as she leaned in, her lips brushing his.
And the idiot? He kissed her.
My grip tightened on my gun. The fucker.
I knew what she was doing. Toying with him. Manipulating him to get information. She was trying to escape. But did that piss off? No.
What made my blood boil—what made my vision darken—was the sight of her giving her mouth to another man.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
A single gunshot echoed in the room.
The silver bullet tore through his skull. His body crumpled before he even realized he was dead.
I expected Elena to scream.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t even flinch.
Instead, she simply frowned, looking down at the corpse like she was rely disappointed. Then, slowly, she turned her head toward .
And the mont our eyes t, I knew.
Sothing was wrong.
This wasn’t the Elena I knew. This wasn’t the woman I had fucked.
This Elena? She was different.
Darker.
She smirked, a slow, sultry curve of her lips, and began walking toward , her hips swaying with purpose.
Fuck.
She was a temptress, a goddess of sin draped in red, her dress clinging to her like a second skin, exposing long, toned legs that I wanted wrapped around .
"I do owe you a kiss, don’t I?" she murmured, voice like warm honey. "Why don’t I fulfill my debt?"
The way she said it—so teasing, so seductive—made my cock twitch.
Then, she was right in front of , fingers trailing up my chest, her touch electric, burning through my shirt.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, she reached up, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled down.
Her breath was warm against my lips.
Then, she kissed .
Fuck.
She was sin itself.
And I was a man who had never learned how to say no to sin.
I should have cared about the dead body.
I should have been furious that she tried to escape.
I should have shoved her away, demanded an explanation, anything but this.
But the mont her lips pressed against mine, all reason burned away.
She tasted like sin—like sothing forbidden, dark, and utterly intoxicating. My hands instinctively gripped her waist, pulling her flush against , feeling the heat of her body seeping through that scandalous dress.
"Elena..." I growled against her lips, my voice a warning. But she didn’t heed it. No. She thrived on it.
She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her nails raking through my hair. She wanted to consu . And fuck—I wanted to let her.
Her lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, my neck, sucking, biting—marking . I hissed as she bit just above my pulse, the sting sending a jolt straight to my cock.
"You taste good, Ace," she murmured, voice sultry, teasing. "I wonder if the rest of you does too."
Fuck.
My grip on her tightened, but before I could regain control, her hands were already on my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
"You’re playing a dangerous ga, Elena," I rasped.
She smirked, eyes dark, wild, insatiable. "And you love it."
Damn right I did.
I slid my hands down her back, only to freeze.
No panties.
A deep, primal growl rumbled from my chest.
"Elena," I warned again, but she only giggled, pressing herself against , letting feel just how wet she was.
"I told you I was paying my debt," she purred, grinding against my already hard cock through my pants.
Fuck the consequences.
I grabbed her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around , her bare cunt rubbing against my abs through my shirt, and I felt everything.
So fucking wet. So ready.
But I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted so easily.
Not yet.
With her pinned against the wall, I slid a hand between us, my fingers brushing through her slick folds.
Soaking. Dripping. Begging for .
"You’re this wet from teasing my guard?" I taunted, running a single finger up and down her slit, deliberately slow.
"No," she gasped, arching into my touch. "From you, Ace. Only you."
Damn liar. But I didn’t care.
I pushed a finger inside her, deep.
She moaned, head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, Ace—"
I curled my finger, rubbing against the spot that made her legs tighten around . She was already squeezing so hard, needy, desperate, filthy.
One finger wasn’t enough.
I added a second, stretching her, fucking her with my fingers as my thumb teased her clit.
Her moans beca shaless.
Her hands tangled in my hair, yanking as she rocked against . Fucking my fingers like she wished it was my cock.
"You love this, don’t you?" I growled, biting at her neck. "Being fucked like this. Being mine."
"Yes," she gasped, her walls clenching around .
I knew she was close. So close.
I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pulled my fingers out.
She whimpered.
I smirked, bringing my fingers to my lips, tasting her. Sweet. Addictive.
"Tease," she hissed.
I chuckled darkly. "You started it."
I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I freed my cock, thick and pulsing, pressing against her entrance.
Her eyes widened slightly, as if finally realizing just how deep I was about to claim her.
"I’m going to fuck you," I told her, voice rough with restraint. "And you do rember that I don’t fuck soft."
A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Then don’t."
That was all the permission I needed.
With one powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her.
Tight. Hot. Fucking perfect.
Her scream was pure ecstasy.
And I had no intention of stopping until she was completely, thoroughly ruined.
I slamd into her, hard and deep, pinning her against the cold wall as I buried myself to the hilt. Tight. Wet. Fucked for .
Elena moaned loudly, her head thrown back, fingers clawing at my shoulders, but I didn’t let up. I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t take my ti.
I fucked her the way I knew she wanted—raw, brutal, unrelenting.
Each thrust forced a gasp, a curse, a moan from her lips. I felt her body clenching, gripping , taking every inch I gave her. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the hallway—filthy, wet, desperate.
She should’ve been struggling to keep up. She should’ve been screaming in overstimulation, clawing at , trying to push away.
But she didn’t.
She took it.
And she wanted more.
"More," she gasped, wrapping her legs tighter around , forcing deeper.
I growled, snapping my hips harder, grinding into her with every thrust. "Greedy little thing."
Her nails scraped down my back, dragging fire along my skin, but the pain only fueled .
I shifted, grabbing her by the throat, tilting her head back so I could watch her fall apart.
Her lips were parted, her eyes dark and hazy with lust, pupils blown wide.
But there was sothing else.
Sothing off.
Most won—hell, most people—would be wrecked by now, shaking, spent. But not her.
Her body trembled, her walls clenched tight around , her breath ca in gasps—but she wasn’t satisfied.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
Her body rocked against mine, desperate, insatiable.
"You’re still not satisfied, are you?" I muttered, slamming her harder against the wall.
She whimpered, grinding against , rolling her hips, chasing more friction.
"Fuck," I growled, dragging her off the wall and spinning her around.
She barely had ti to catch herself before I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up, pressing her back down against the cold floor.
And then I slamd back into her.
She scread—not in pain, but in pure, raw pleasure.
I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her deep and rcilessly, my fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
Her body rocked against , eting my every thrust, taking every inch like she was made for it.
Her moans turned into guttural sounds, broken gasps, raw, filthy cries.
I reached down, fisting her hair, yanking her head back.
Her back arched, her ass pushing against , her body offering itself up to .
I leaned down, biting the side of her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin.
Mine.
She was fucking mine.
And yet—
She still wanted more.
Her fingers clutched the edges of the sink, knuckles white, her body shaking, but she wasn’t spent.
She should be wrecked, exhausted, unable to take another second of this rough fucking—but she wasn’t.
"More," she panted. "Harder."
My eyes narrowed.
The fuck?
Her body clenched around , sucking in, pulling deeper, but I could feel it—this wasn’t just lust.
This was sothing else.
Sothing darker.
And I wasn’t sure I was the one in control anymore.
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