[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
"Do you have an ice pack?" Ace asks when we step inside my apartment.
"Yes...I think I do," I reply, my voice strained by the discomfort that shoots through my back with each step.
"Go easy," he advises as he supports me, guiding us toward the living area. "There...lay on your stomach," he soothes, gently directing me to lie down on the couch.
I shift on the couch to ease my back pain while Ace goes to the kitchen for an ice pack. When he returns, he sits on the floor beside me, and I feel more relaxed as I'm enveloped in the comforting cloud of his scent.
"I'm gonna pull your top up," he warns me and I just nod. "Get up lightly," he commands and my body submits without any reluctance.
His cool fingers briefly touch my warm skin, causing an unexpected rush of sensation and the awakening of the numerous butterflies lodged in my gut as a shiver runs down my spine. I lift myself as instructed, allowing him to adjust my top.
In that moment, I'm acutely aware of his gaze—intense, unapologetic, and hungry. My cheeks heat up as his eyes lock onto my breasts. I awkwardly press my chest against the couch as if to shield myself from the intensity of Ace's gaze, which eventually averts as he examines my back.
"The impact was undoubtedly brutal. Your back is displaying the aftermath," he diagnoses.
Then, like a storm breaking through, his tone changes—sharp, cutting, and laced with venom.
"As if injuring your back wasn't enough, that scumbag got the guts to mark you like some sick possessive freak," he snarls and move my hair, exposing the undesired love bite and I release a long breath. "Why didn't you let me beat the shit out of that bastard?" He asks, his anger so palpable that it feels like it could set the room ablaze.
"I...I had pity for him," I confess with a small voice.
"Pity...?" He repeats with a deep, incredulous rumble, as if he's struggling to wrap his mind around the very idea. "I'm going to unhook your bra to better apply the ice," he warns and I find myself nodding.
His cold touch trails across my skin as he unfastens my bra. A shiver runs down my spine and I'm momentarily distracted from the world around me.
The wings release their hold, and the pressure relinquishes with a groan of relief. Then comes the ice, soothing against my throbbing back. I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over.
"Is the pain easing up?" He inquires, and I open my eyes to meet his intense, obsidian gaze that seems to see through everything.
"Yes. Thank you," I softly murmur, and he nods.
Cold seeps into my muscles, easing the ache. Silence envelops us as his intoxicating and invasive scent lingers. Amidst this stillness, my thoughts drift to the moment my attacker mistook Ace for my boyfriend. An unexpected twist.
