Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 78

Triggering scenes: Mentions of paedophilia and drug administration.

Nothing too graphic or gore.

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I whined when he pinched my butt again.

"Daddy please." I tucked my head under his chin and pouted.

"Look at him all cuddly after a good dicking."

My face turned like a tomato and I whined again. "Stoooop."

"What? You always turn bratty when you want a thorough dicking."

This man! "Stop saying dicking!"

"It is what it is." And he pinched my butt again.

"Ga!" I squirmed on top of him, straddling his stomach and squeezed my eyes shut because it was so embarrassing.

I did not want dicking.

Ew! It was still embarrassing to say that word.

I threw the blanket over me and hid. Robbie's laughter jiggled me on his chest.

Meanie!

I heard the door bell ringing and my eyes went wider. "Did you call for room service?" I came out of my hiding and glared at the man who was smugly smiling up at me.

"COME IN." He shouted and I hid myself under the blanket again.

Damn, this man crawled up from the hell only to embarrass me.

ASSHOLE!!!

I heard Daddy asking the stuttering girl to leave the refreshments on the table. Even if I was still hiding under the blanket, I knew the hair that peeked out would scream that 'I got a thorough dicking from Robert Brantley.'

Ew!

And my hand was still around Robbie's neck and the ring was a dead giveaway that I was Davidson Truscott.

"You did that on purpose." I slapped my man's face thrice, my face still under the blanket; so I ended up patting his nose.

He laughed a bit smugly, a bit cruelly. "Of course. You were ignoring me in front of everyone."

I was not... not at all... may be a bit... well a lot...

I was missing him so damn much and he did not care.

It was not dicking I wanted but his attention. I meant I was so used to him being all over me or in me for that matter but... last week he was so preoccupied with Nick that he even forgot to kiss me properly.

Then he was like 'Oh, Angel let us go to that Award Ceremony'; to show Marcus that I was taken by Robbie in all possible ways.

So maybe I had ignored him. Maybe I did not smile when he kissed my cheek. Maybe I had said 'no' when he tried to feed me his piece of toast.

Whatever.

I came out of my hiding, glared at my man and then bit his neck hard.

Asshole!

The bastard laughed, ignoring my whines of protest, draped me over his body with my back on his chest and started feeding me the fruit platter.

"You and Nick are up to no good and you are keeping me in the dark." I glared again as I chewed on a piece of watermelon dipped in powdered sugar.

Robbie was not even meeting my eyes.

"Did you get in trouble?" I asked again, purposely brushing my hand over the bandages I had plastered over his knuckles. "Aaron spilled that you were wearing protective gloves on the day of sparring... and no you don't get to be mad at him."