Chapter 17

17

ACE

I snapped... and I don't give a fuck.

Could anyone really blame me? He touched her. That fucker put his hand on her. On my girl . My sweet innocent Libby. Who I haven’t even gotten to touch in days. I should have broken his fingers. Gouged his eyes out for the way he was looking at her.

If it weren't for my brother, I would have. I don't think he expected my reaction to be so strong. I could see the surprise on his face, but he knew he was going to get one. That's why he stood there, his gaze shifting from me to the man who had been closing in on Libby.

The past few days without her have been unbearable. The only relief I've experienced is the destruction of Heaven's Temple. Well, it isn’t ash, but the people running it that had been there at the time the raid went down are all in jail cells now. It would have been nice to burn the place to the ground, and maybe in due time, but right now there are still women and children there. Hopefully with some help, they will be able to get on track to live normal lives.

While the National Guard was en route to bring more supplies and provide everyone with the necessary help, it was best to let most of them stay for the time being. They already had homes there, which would facilitate a smoother transition. At least that's what the professional says.

All I’ve been thinking about since I walked out of there an hour ago was getting back here to shower and go see Libby. I can’t stay another day being away from her. I need to touch her. To beg her to come back. My life has been shit since she’s been gone. I haven’t gotten a wink of fucking sleep, either. She’s the only thing I can think about.

This small slip of a girl has ruined me, and I don’t care. I have no regrets. I’d willingly let her ruin me over and over again. She embodies a sweet innocence in a world filled with darkness, and I desperately need that light. I didn't know how badly until it was gone. I can’t live without her.

I should head upstairs, but that is too far. I go into my office and kick the door shut before flipping the lock into place. It cuts off all the outside sound.

“Ace?” Libby’s got her fingers in the back waistband of my pants, holding on. “Oh gosh, is that a gun?”

I slowly pull her back down off my shoulder, allowing her soft body to brush against mine while keeping her snuggly close to me.

“Yeah, it’s a gun.”

“Right.” She drops her head back. “Are you mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Who could be mad at someone so damn perfect?

“Then, what? What did you mean out there?”

“I missed you.” I sink my fingers into her hair as I bring my mouth down onto her. I can’t resist her for another second. “He touched you,” I say between kisses. How did I go days without this?

“Who?” she tries to ask, but I keep on kissing her. I don’t want to take my mouth off her. Damn, I’ve missed her sweet honeysuckle taste. I’m addicted to it. Addicted to her.

I lift her by the ass, carrying her over to the desk to sit her down. “Tell me to stop.” I kiss down her neck and to the V of her shirt to get to her tits.

“Don’t stop,” she moans.

“My mark is gone.”

“Put it back.” Libby tilts her head in invitation. I lock my mouth on the same spot and suck. I still have hers on me. I wore that shit like a badge of honor. “I missed you, too,” she whispers. Her words are a balm to my soul. “Ace,” she moans out, making my dick ache.

“You wet, babe?” I'm dying to taste it. To lick her little peach clean.

"Yes.” She shifts, trying to get closer.

“You trying to rub your pussy on my dick?” Libby nods her head. I keep kissing her. “How bad do you need it?”

“Bad.” Again, another shy, needy whisper. I love how she blooms under my touch.

“I’m going to need more than that.”

Libby licks her lips. “I was missing you. I tried on my own to make the ache better.” I lift my head to meet her eyes. “To put my fingers there.” I closed my eyes and groan. “It didn’t work. I think it only works for you.”

Fuck me. How does this woman make me want to worship at her altar but also make me feel like a damn god?

“You want me to make you come, baby?”

“Please.” Her breaths come out in little puffs. Libby can’t keep her ass still.

“I want you to come on my face this time.”

“What? Okay, sure.” If I wasn’t turned on, I might laugh. Even though she doesn't understand what I'm saying, she still allows me to do it. Her having that blind trust in me only makes my cock harder. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but fuck me, it does. I’ll get to show her everything. All of her firsts will be with me and only me. No one will ever know her in this way other than me.

I reach down and pull her sweater off. Libby's eyes widen, but she doesn't tell me to stop or cover herself either.

"You wore the bra I bought you?"

"I like it." I run my finger along the top, making goosebumps break out against her delicate skin. I can see her hard little buds poking through the fabric, begging for my mouth to be on them. One day I’ll make her come just sucking on them.

"You got the panties on too for me?"

"Yes."

"Show them to me," I order, still riding a razor’s edge. I should be softer with her, guide her, but Libby must like it because she goes for the button of her pants like a good girl, following orders.

Only my fucking orders. Ever.

But the reality is that Libby holds all the power. I prove that to her, dropping to my knees in front of her and helping her work the jeans down her legs, not stopping until she’s only wearing the silky white bra and panties with that matching bow in her hair.

“You’re going to kiss me there?”

I drag her ass to the edge of the desk. “I’m going to devour you there.” I spread her thighs. “Look how wet you are for me.” I rub the damp spot over her panties.

“I can’t help it.” Her voice sounds so fucking needy. I love that she’s that way for me.

“I’m going to lick every drop of it up.” I slip my fingers into the side of her panties, letting them graze her clit. Her hips jerk, begging for it.

“Ace.” She grips my shoulders. “It aches.”

No more teasing. I don’t want my girl to ache. I want to fill her with pleasure. Get her addicted to me. There will be plenty of time in the future for me to drag shit out. Right now, I need to take care of her. I need to take the edge off me too. So that I don’t go out there and rip that fucker from limb to limb.

I slip my hand out, bringing my fingers to my mouth to get a taste of her. I want to savor every second of this, but I know Libby needs me. I bring my nose to her panty-covered cunt, breathing her scent in before pulling them down her legs. I could stare at her like this for hours. Her cunt glistening with arousal for me. She’s fucking perfect.

“This belongs to me,” I say before burying my face between her legs. My tongue teases her little bud, knowing it won’t take long to push her over the edge. Libby lets out a moan, pushing herself more into me. “Tell me it’s mine, Libby.” I stop.

“It’s all yours. Only yours.” She gives me what I want. I return the favor, latching on to her clit this time, and that’s all it takes to push my girl over the edge. “Ace!” she screams as her fingers reach down to tangle in my hair, holding me to her as she comes for me. Her legs go lax, and her hands drop from my hair.

I stand up, my cock begging me to have a taste of her as well. Hearing my name on her lips as she came for me has me close to going over the edge. She looks like a fucking sexy, naughty angel. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks pink.

“Open your eyes, babe.” Those innocent blue eyes immediately fix on mine. “I’m gonna mark you again but in a different way. Do you want that, Libby?” I grab my cock, stroking it. I’m so close to the edge, but I won’t do anything until she tells me she wants it. She nods her head, her eyes glancing down at my cock. “Need your words.”

“I want it.”

“You’re gonna get every single drop of it.” I know I’m being a bastard, but I need my mark on her to keep my sanity. I press my cock against her clit before stroking myself against it. My release is quick and sprays all over her sweet pussy. I don’t stop there, though; I continue to move the head of my cock against her clit until my girl is once again going over the edge, taking me right along with her.