Chapter 87 ACE OF SPADES
AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.
I sat dressed in the knee-length pink dress my father picked out for me to wear at tomorrow’s dinner with my fiancé. The soft baby pink color made me feel youthful and innocent as I pulled on the soft, silk material.
I hate this dress.
All I want to do is rip it to shreds and set the shredded pieces on fire….as long as it meant I didn’t have to meet him tomorrow.
My skin flushes all of a sudden, as the hair on my arms rises with goosebumps. I know that feeling anywhere.
He’s here….Ace.
But how? I’m on the highest floor of my father’s mansion, and even though he isn’t home, my father’s butlers would not let anyone in without his permission….so where is he?
I looked at my balcony, expecting to see him there, but I was met with the blast of the cold night air, and nothing else.
He wasn’t here.
All of a sudden, my heart pounds in my ears with such force, as well as the thought of not being alone anymore.
I looked inside my room, trying to see through the darkness that even my small night light could not escape, to see if I would see him, but there was no one there.
“Hello, temptress.” His voice cuts in through the silence, filling the room with such tension that I can almost slice it.
“Ace?” I whimpered at the sound of his name, knowing what he would do to me tonight.
“I see you’re dressed already. Did you get that dress for him?”
“No.” I whimpered, wanting to tell him how much I hated it….But I had a feeling he already knew of that.
“I wonder what would happen if I fucked you in it. Do you want to know, temptress?”
My nipples pebbled in the dress at the thought of it. I swear to fuck I wanted it, I wanted him to fuck me in it, so when I had to face my fiancé tomorrow, it would be the thought of Lucien on my mind.
“Ace, please.” I whimpered, my panties pooling with wetness at the thought of him doing it to me, my inner thighs shook with need.
“You want that, don’t you? You want me to ruin you for him before you meet the fucker tomorrow. You want me to fuck you in that dress you hate so much.”
“Yes, please.” I moaned at the thought. Ace and I met in Australia last summer, when I lied to Sloane that I’d gone somewhere else. He and I were supposed to be a casual one-night stand, a big fuck you to my father for choosing a match for me against my consent. So I went to a high-end elite club to find someone to pop my cherry.
He had been nursing a glass of whiskey for some time, and the alcohol gave me the confidence I needed to go over to him. Cut a long story short, I ended up screaming his name that night, and we swore to never meet up after that.
But before we knew it, we were fucking again in the back of my car, at the tennis club, at another nightclub, at a hotel….we were supposed to just be casual. But the bastard apparently never wanted casual in the first place, and now, neither do I.
Ever since I’d told him about my engagement two weeks ago at school, after he’d fucked me till my legs felt like jello in an empty classroom, he’d been on edge since, and he’s been ignoring me.
So seeing him here, now, in my bedroom, while I’m dressed to meet another guy…it evokes something inside me. Something dark, something that’s not like the goody two-shoes my father thinks I am.
A smirk pulls at my lips at the sight of him the moment he walks into the dim light.
“Hands against the wall.” He commands, and with a fake pout on my lips, I obey.
“Let me guess, you don’t want to see me while you fuck me this time around?”
“No, this is for my pleasure, and your punishment. So shut your mouth, and spread those legs for papi.”
I obey his command, my pussy burning hotter at his commanding tone, as my arousal leaks to my inner thighs. He stands closer behind me, pulling my ass closer to his crotch until my back is perfectly arched for him.
“You think you can take it?” He asks, the sound of his zipper going off filling the silence. Before I can respond, he pulls up the dress to my hips, making the cold air hit my bare ass. “You were gonna go bare with my fuckng pussy to meet another guy?”
“Yes, maybe he would have fucked me if I acted doe-eyed enough,” I respond, but that's followed by a hiss as Ace smacks my ass, and impales me with his length. At the same damn time.
“Oh!” I moan, gripping onto the wall, like that’s even possible, as he fucks him hard.
“You were gonna give that fucker my pussy? Hmm,” He growls in my ears, making my pussy feel like it’s fucking purring for him.
“Yes, Ace!” I scream as he flicks my clit at the same time with his brutal fucking.
“You think he can fuck you like this? You think he knows my pussy like I do? It’s my fucking oussy, vixen, so no one can fuck it like I do, understood?”
“Yes, I’m gonna come!” I sob as he begins to slap my clit harshly, until my wetness drips to the fucking floor.
“Hold it.” He commands, making me scream in frustration. My eyes widen at that…he knows how much I hate that punishment.
“No, please, Ace. Anything but that, please. I need to come all over your cock, please, papi. Let me fucking come so hard all over your cock.” I plead, my tears streaming down my face as my clit swells even more from the force of his smacks.
“But I thought you wanted to give someone else my pussy.
No! I swear, I won’t do it, please just let me fucking come. I’ll never give someone else your pussy, papi. Only you can fuck me like this, please!”
“Come for me, baby.”
At that, my pussy fucking combusts like a tap, making me gush all over myself and him, as my juices drip from my pussy, down my legs, and onto the carpet.
He follows me soon after, shooting ropes of seed all over my ass.