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Chapter 347
~Valerie’s POV~
I clenched my fists in his shirt, panting. "Ace..."
"Fuck," he groaned against my neck, his lips trailing fire along my skin before biting gently just below my ear. "You’re driving insane with that voice and mouth of yours."
I felt his hard length pressing against my thigh, straining through his jeans, and the realization made my breath stutter.
"Ace," I whispered, tugging lightly at his shirt, "I need..."
"What do you need?" His tone dripped with wicked teasing, though his movents were anything but slow now. His fingers slipped inside suddenly and deeply. I cried out, my back arching against the seat.
"Fuck!" The sound tore out of before I could stop it.
"Goddess, you feel so tight," he groaned, forehead pressing against mine as his pace quickened but controlled since I was still a virgin. "You’re gonna kill , Val."
"Then stop," I panted, even though neither of us ant it.
"Not a fucking chance," he growled, curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. "Not when you’re this wet and needy, mate."
I bit my lip, trying and failing to stifle another moan as my hips rocked against his hand. "Ace... oh my godd..."
"That’s it," he murmured, his thumb pressing harder against my clit while his fingers thrust deeper. "Let hear you, Princess. Don’t hold back."
My nails dug into his shoulders, my body trembling under the relentless rhythm he set. Every nerve felt raw, every breath sharp.
"Fuck Ace, I..." My voice broke, my words dissolving into shaky whimpers.
His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every moan. The kiss was desperate, ssy, and hungry as his teeth tugging on my lower lip before his tongue claid mine in a heated tangle.
My whole body tightened, pleasure coiling low and fast. "I’m... I’m close," I breathed against his mouth, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing keeping grounded.
His blue eyes were dark and wild when he pulled back just enough to et my gaze... it undid .
"Then co for ," he ordered. "Now, Val. I want to feel you fall apart on my hands."
Saying that, his fingers found my clit giving it a gentle rub. That was it.
Ace’s words, his tone, the way his fingers drove into with devastating precision—it was too much.
My release hit hard. It was overwhelming, ripping a loud, broken moan from my throat as I ca around him.
"Ace!"
"Fuck," he hissed, groaning deep in his chest as he kept moving, drawing out every last tremor until I was limp beneath him, panting and trembling.
He slowed eventually, his fingers slipping free, leaving wrecked and shivering. He kissed softly this ti, almost reverently, his thumb brushing along my jaw as he whispered, "Goddess, you’re perfect."
I buried my face against his neck, my breath still uneven. It was the first ti
"You’re... infuriating," I muttered weakly.
He laughed smugly and kissed the top of my head. "And yet you still let touch you like that."
I smacked his chest half-heartedly. "We need to get back," I mumbled, though even I didn’t sound convinced. "Curfew’s is still in the picture."
Ace leaned back slightly, still hovering over , his expression wickedly satisfied. "Oh, now you want to go back?"
I shot him a look as my cheeks burned. "We still have to go to your place for training, rember?"
His grin turned sinful, one brow raising. "Training, huh?" He brushed his thumb slowly over my inner thigh. "Are you sure that’s the only reason we’re going back to my house, Princess?"
I swallowed hard, my pulse kicking up again. "Shut up and drive."
Ace smirked, leaning in close enough for his lips to graze my ear as he whispered, "Don’t worry, Val... I’ll make sure you’re properly... trained."
I shoved at his chest lightly, cheeks flushed. "Move, Ace," I muttered, still breathless.
He chuckled again, the sound vibrating against my skin before he finally leaned back, sliding off with infuriating slowness.
"There’s different type of training I’m going to give you."
I shot him a glare, which only made him grin wider.
Giggling softly despite myself, I sat up, tugging my skirt down as he helped adjust the reclined seat.
His fingers brushed my thigh intentionally as he reached for the lever, and I swatted his hand away, but he only laughed.
When Ace finally started the car, the air between us was still thick with heat.
His left hand casually gripped the wheel while his right didn’t leave my thigh. I tried shifting, crossing my legs, even placing my hand over his to push him away, but he only squeezed gently, his thumb drawing lazy circles higher than it should.
"Ace," I warned, heat crawling up my neck.
"Yes, Princess?" he asked innocently, glancing at with that wicked smirk that promised anything but innocence.
I huffed, giving up before I embarrassed myself further, and turned to stare out the window, forcing my breathing to steady. But I could still feel him, the warmth of his palm, the possessive weight of his touch.
By the ti we pulled into his mansion’s driveway, my nerves were a tangled ss.
The gates slid open automatically, revealing the sprawling, modern estate bathed in soft golden lights. The stone driveway curved elegantly toward a massive front entrance, and as the car stopped, the front doors opened as though they’d been expecting us.
His butler, dressed in a black suit, was already waiting. "Welco back, young master," he greeted with a small bow, his gaze flickering briefly to before returning to Ace.
"Evening," Ace replied casually, tugging along as we stepped inside.
"Shall I prepare refreshnts, sir? Dinner?"
"Not tonight." Ace’s voice was low but firm. "Training room."
The butler dipped his head and stepped aside without another word.
Ace didn’t let go of my hand as he dragged deeper into the mansion, his long strides forcing to keep up. When he finally opened the double doors to his private training room, I froze.
It wasn’t just big; it was massive. High ceilings, polished floors, reinforced walls, and rows of equipnt I haven’t seen since my days at my uncle’s.
Sparring dummies, weapon racks, and a sectioned-off ring glead under the lights.
"This is..." I breathed, wide-eyed. "Ace, this isn’t a training room. This is an arena."
He leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. "Welco to my playground, Princess."
I turned to glare at him, but he only smirked and sauntered toward the center of the mat, stretching lazily like a predator preparing to pounce.
I looked around, not really having the right outfit to put on. Ace must have sensed my predicant when he smiled at . "Relax, I have ordered a change of clothes for you."
"Oh, thanks," I appreciated as I scratched the back of my head.
Then he glanced back at , his gaze dark and challenging. "Three rounds. Win two, and you get to decide how and when I touch you."
My lips parted, heat curling low in my stomach again as his words sank in.
"And if I lose?" I asked carefully.
His smirk turned positively sinful. "Then I decide."
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