6. EMMA
Chapter six
EMMA
I promised my grandfather I wouldn't marry unless it was for love, to who I wanted to be with, and neither of those promises are being kept.
I'm so sorry, Pop.
But, I think he would prefer I marry Ace over Luca or anyone else. He always told me I could trust the Collins and so I am, I am marrying Ace Collins.
After Ace and I told our father's we would proceed, I haven't spoken with Ace. I left his office after and have been working since; and scheduling the window repair in my car from it being smashed.
Typing away, trying to stay focused on the invoice I am checking over, something’s just not adding up, my mind keeps trying to slip to when I told Ace I was a virgin. He will soon find out what I was talking about.
Almost as if he could hear me thinking about him, he opens my office door, I guess that's our thing, not knocking, just walking in, I do it too.
“We need to talk about what you said yesterday.” I sit back in my chair, resting my elbow on the arm of the chair, as he rounds my desk and sits on the corner, stretching those long legs out. “I said a lot yesterday, what part?” I ask.
His brow raises and those lips play into a smirk. “You know what part. ”
“Oh, the part about pleasure and pain?” I tease.
A deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest, before he wraps his hand around my neck, and pulls me up out of my chair, tight against him.
“Don't light a fire, you can't handle, Baby Girl.”
I huff a laugh. “How do you know what I can handle, Ace?”
I should just get this over with and make him realize, I meant what I said about pain and pleasure, I just need to show him. I reach my hand out, grabbing his wrist as I pull his arm down, then guide his hand up my skirt.
“I didn't get this because I was vanilla.” My fingers slide over his as I guide his hand over my nub through my underwear, watching his eyes the entire time, his breathing becoming heavy. I guide his fingers over the cool metal between my lips, revealing my VCH piercing.
I can't tell if it's a moan, or a growl, but no matter, something is rumbling out of Ace's throat before he pushes my hand away and takes over.
His hand dives under my panties before his finger finds my clit, working delicious circles as he plays with my ring.
My arousal is getting stronger and quicker than it has in a very long time.
“Fuck, you little bad girl you.” His finger plunges deep inside me, twirling it around causing my breath to catch as I brace my hand on his chest. He adds a second finger, stretching my virgin pussy, ripping a moan from my throat.
The moan only causes his fingers to scissor inside me, while his thumb continues to make those delicious circles over my clit.
The ring doing everything it's meant to do with his thumb pressed against it.
With my knees feeling weak, my orgasm hits me like a fucking tidal wave, and Ace knows just what to do as he pulls on my ring making my orgasm shatter through me, covering his hand with my sweetness.
He slides his hand from my skirt, bringing his fingers up to his lips, before his tongue licks all of my juices from them, with a crazed dark hunger in his eyes.
“You, Baby Girl, are fucking delicious.”
My eyes flutter, the heat spreads to my cheeks, completely and utterly dazed with the arousal coursing my body.
“Let's get out of here and go to lunch.” He suggests as the hunger still flares in his eyes.
I snort a laugh, “Work up an appetite?”
His tongue rolls across his lower lip before he shrugs his shoulder, “You can say something like that, but I want to check something out too.”
Raising a brow titling my head, “Another dangerous mission you're taking me on, Mr. Collins?”
His throat hums, “You started the last one with your race car games. I just ended it.”
We stare into each other's eyes and the air around us becomes incredibly charged, before Ace clears his throat as he stands, fixing his suit. “So is that a yes?”
I smile letting out a huff as I nod. “Yes.”
“Give me 10 minutes and I'll meet you in the lobby.”
“Okay, I have to use the restroom anyway.”
He smiles before he walks to my door. Looking back at me one last time, shaking his head with a playful smile, before he's out my door, leaving me giggling to myself, feeling like a little fucking girl, crushing on a boy, except, I'm a grown women about to marry that boy, that is now a very delicious man.
After using the restroom, I make my way to the lobby. Checking with the front desk for any messages, which thankfully, I have none.
Walking toward a chair in the lounge area, I feel a large familiar hand wrap around my hand, causing me to snap my head around, “What are you doing, Dad? ”
His lip curls into a snarl. “Where were you really last night, Emma?”
“I was with Ace, like he said.” I spit back.
“Where is the car?”
My lip curls into a dangerous smirk, “What's it to you?”
He yanks me into the side office, then wraps his hand around my throat slamming me against the wall, “Don't fucking play games with me, where is it?”
I stare into his eyes as I grit my teeth, holding in the location of where my car is, because I know he knows what happened last night and he is going to take that car. “It's... not... yours…” My words come out forced as his grip on my neck tightens.
“Everything is mine, including you.” He snarls.
The door flies open and Ace emerges, slamming the door behind him as my father releases his hold around my neck, dropping me to the floor, leaving me gasping for air.
“I should fucking kill you!” Ace shows my father the same respect, advancing him in one long step, wrapping his hand around his throat, lifting him from the ground, slamming him against the wall, “What the fuck is wrong with you? I warned you to not touch her and yet I found you with your hand around her throat.” Ace tightens his grip around my father's throat, my father, gasping for air.
“Fuck... you…” My father's words come out forced, and it was like a light switch goes off in Ace. His other hand comes up and connects with my fathers face, snapping his head sideways, before Ace drops him and he falls to the floor.
“I do not understand why you hate Emma this much.”
The door flies open and now, Ryan emerges with a dangerous look on his face, slamming the door behind him. “Have you lost your fucking minds!”
Ryan looks down at me, furrowing his brows when he sees the red marks around my throat, then looking to Ace, then my father, who is starting to get up. “Is anyone going to explain?”
“I came in here and found Charles with his hand wrapped around Emma's throat... and well, you know what the fuck happened.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, she's my fucking daughter.” My father growls.
I listen to the three of them argue in hushed voices, avoiding our guests hearing, as I stand, catching my bearings.
What the hell is wrong with my father? He has never been this crazed towards me. Why is everything going to hell since Ace has been home.
I flinch when I feel a hand brush against my elbow, bringing me back from my thought, realizing it's Ace. “Sorry-”
“Let's go, we'll talk in the car.”
“Ace, I'm not really up for lunch anymore.” I point to my red and painful neck; I'm sure it is already starting to bruise as I bruise easily.
His brows furrow as a primal growl rumbles in his chest. “Come on, trust me.”
I nod and glance over at my father who looks at me like he wants me dead.
What am I missing?
Ace places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out the door, shielding me with his body, as we swiftly walk out the front doors, into the car waiting for us.
When we get into the car, Ace reaches up and gently grips my chin between his fingers, raising it as he gets a better look at my neck. “Has he always been this bad?”
I shake my head and tears begin welling in my eyes. I try to bite them back, but I'm so tired of his abuse. “He's been worse the last few months, but even worse since you've been home. Any idea why? ”
Aces eyes snap up to mine raising a brow. “No.” His words growl out quickly.
“Are you sure? Because you act like you're hiding something.”
He shakes his head and his hand slides down, lightly brushing across my skin on my neck, causing me to shiver.
“I don't want you living at your father's anymore, Emma.
I'm worried he's the one hiding something, and I don't know how you come into play yet.” He searches my eyes.
“So we're going to your house and you're getting your shit, while my father keeps him occupied, and then-” He pauses before I notice his hard swallow.
“We're going and getting married. I'm not taking any chances.”
My heart feels heavy in my chest while I swallow down his words.
“There's a storm coming, baby, and I think you're the center of it all.”
I sit here with no words left that can escape my lips.
Seriously, the good times just keep on fucking rolling. Okay, yeah, arranged marriage, swallowed that down, admitted my dark secrets, okay that wasn't so bad, but now, Ace is telling me we are getting fucking married, tonight!
As we get to my house, I begin my way inside and I desperately need a drink while I pack my bags.
So I do just that, and then make my way to my bedroom to start packing. Ace trails behind me watching my every move.
“So are you going to explain what's going on?” I ask. I can feel it. I can feel he knows something.
“Yes, but not here.” He growls in a mumble with his lips barely moving. I nod, understanding, we have security cameras that can hear our words.
“Only get what you want, you can get a new wardrobe, you don't need to take everything.” He states and I glance up at him. “In a hurry, Ace?”
He leans against the door frame. “Yes, actually. So hurry up.”
“Alright then.” I grab three bags and fill them with my essentials, favorite clothes, and of course my most treasurable, then turn towards Ace. “Let's go.”