8. EMMA
Chapter eight
EMMA
E very sensor in my body is sparking off from the adrenaline flooding my veins. Gripping the steering wheel with one hand, the other wrapped around my gear shifter, as my foot holds in the clutch, the other hovering over the gas pedal.
The guy I'm racing tonight is new in town. He's got a wicked car, I'll give him that, but is she as quick on her feet as she is beautiful? We shall see.
Zee stands between our cars and raises the flag. My foot starts to play with the gas pedal, bringing my RPMs up, preparing my car for when I dump the clutch.
The flag goes down. My feet work in perfect rhythm back and forth between the two as my hand slams the shifter, sliding through gears as the road goes by in a blur. What these newbies don't get, I've raced this mountain since I was a little girl. I can drive it blindfolded if I had to.
Getting through the first turn my opponent right on my ass, wasting no time in trying to pass me, but I give him no chance to do so.
In a zone, shifting gears, sliding around turns, my mind wanders, even though I don't want it to, it does, and I think about Ace.
My husband never thought those words would come from my mouth but, here I am saying it.
Making my mind wander to the ache between my legs for him .
Driving helps me clear my head and right now, I am doing just that.
I need to figure out if all my games, all my sassy shit has been me flirting with him because there is that deep connection between us.
Or am I doing it because I am a little bit of a bitch, I'll admit that, and I like to play games, but something tells me, this isn't a game with Ace, this could be real.
After zipping up the mountain, making my way down, my opponent desperately tries to get around me but I hang on to my lead, adding a little more speed to get a gap between us.
Finally getting to the straight-away. I give beauty everything there is to give as she roars to life and gains distance between the other car. I see the other car approaching quickly, closing the gap between us; No no no. FUCK!
Only about a hundred yards left I still manage to hold my ground but he's coming; Come on beauty, we can't let him take this from us!
Yes, I'm talking to my car.
My heart beats so fucking hard against my chest. If he beats me he takes my fucking spot in the states races. The car beside me nose to nose, each pulling ahead of each other in a sling shot rhythm until...
I sling shot my ass over the finish line, first! YES! FUCK YES!
Slowing my car as I try to slow my rapidly beating heart that is about to explode with excitement.
ACE
I stand, wasting no time making my way to her as she stops her car, preparing to grab her as soon as she steps out of that car.
Her foot steps out and I reach my hand down and wrap around her arm and yank her out of the car “What did I fucking say?” And she gets that fuck you look on her face, and it only feeds my boiling temper, but causes my dick to jump all at the same time with her fucking sass, maybe from her race too.
“What did I tell you, Ace? You will not cage me.”
I pick her up before I realize what I am doing, I shove her ass back in her car before I push her over to the passenger seat and I get in the driver's seat of her fucking demon as she settles.
“I don't think so mister.” I look over at her, as I grit my teeth.
“Oh yes. You want to play games, then we are playing them.” I shift her car into gear and I burn tires out of there.
What my little Queen doesn't know, I know how to fucking drive and race just like her.
I slam gears, and I can now see why she loves this car so fucking much, she's touchy, you give her some gas and she doesn't hesitate, easily glides into gears, nicely balanced around turns .
“So, how do you like driving her?” She playfully asks. “Don't change the subject.” My words come out harsh. “I'm not.” She spits.”
“Emma, why did you completely ignore me?”
“I fucking told you! You will not tell me what I can and can't do, Ace.
You have my empire, you have my rule, you can have it all yourself, you don't need me.” I huff, knowing that is not the truth at all.
“I do need you, Emma.” I look over and meet her eyes with a deepened stare and her words come out in a soft voice.
“What more do you want from me, Ace?” The words bark from my throat. “I WANT YOU!”
Did that just slip from my mouth; well guess the cat's out of the fucking bag, realizing my feelings are real for her and I want her.
Not a word is said from her as she stares at me, her lips parted, watching her from the corner of my eyes as I drive her car back to the estate.
EMMA
I'm left speechless from Ace's words.
Maybe he does have feelings for me? I didn't know that it was possible for these mafia bosses to actually feel, instead of seeing women as pawns, but I don't think that can be possible from Ace in the slightest.
When we get back to the estate, I go straight to my room away from Ace leaving him to work his own feelings out, while I work mine out. I've said it before, there's a connection between Ace and I, but I need to collect my fucking thoughts before I go and talk to him.
A part of me wants to let myself want and feel everything Ace has to offer, see if this marriage can actually be or if it will stay business always.
Deciding to take a shower, trying to choke down the feeling I have burning my insides for Ace. He admitted he wants me, he has been nothing but honest, and I know why he's mad, I get it, but fuck we have to figure this out, or we are going to fight against each other.
Taking in a deep breath, letting it out with a huff, I get out of the shower and take my ass to find him, but first, slipping into something a little comfortable but calling.
I slip into something a little sexy before I make my way through the long halls of the estate.
Ace hasn't really shown me around much yet, I guess we haven't had the chance, but I do know where the kitchen is and the wine cabinet.
Deciding on a slight detour before finding Ace, I make my way to the kitchen, straight to the wine cabinet.
Bending down as I rest my hand on the cabinet door, looking at each wine, all of good taste.
A beautiful mix of red and white's, all of high value.
I close my eyes and run my hand back and forth, letting my hand pick which wine, because of course I can't decide this too.
With everything on my mind already, no wonder picking what fucking wine I want is so hard.
I giggle to myself before I start to stand, feeling a hand slowly brush over my ass and my instincts kick in, slapping my hand back and around, the unknown wrist, before I spin around.
“I know you're tired of hearing me tell you what to do, but baby.” Ace's eyes trail down my body in a slow seductive way, before his arm loops around my waist, pulling me tight against him, as his eyes stare deep into mine, “You can't wear shit like that all over this house.”
I giggle before I raise a brow. “And why is that?” My chest is held firmly against Ace's bare skin, he reaches his hand up, brushing the strand of hair from my face, before his voice comes out in a deep growl. “Because I don't want all my fucking staff seeing what is mine.”
And in a way, yes, yes I am his, but, technically, unless we get busy in the sheets, our marriage is not valid in the eyes of the Mafia bosses.
As I look up at Ace, I search his eyes as he holds his gaze, and something inside me stirs. I don't fight it anymore, I don't want to, if Ace wants me, then he can have me. I get up on my tip toes and whisper into his ear. “Technically, I'm not yet.”
A growl echoes up his throat before he spins me, and pins me against the kitchen counter from behind, as his hand snakes around my waist, flattening his hand on my stomach.
His other slides up my front over my hardened nipples, before his hand slides up around my throat, fitting the perfect necklace around my neck, causing my breath to catch.
Heat spreads between my legs, as he leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Is that what you want?” His tongue darts out of his mouth, the tip tracing the shell of my ear sending a shiver down my spine, his hips rock into me from behind, pressing his hardening length against me.
My words catch in my throat coming out in a pained whisper.
“Yes.” His hand dives lower, working his way through the lace of my panties, he brushes over my pierced clit, ripping a quiet moan from my lips.
“Are you sure?” He asks again as the tip of his thumb works delicious circles over my clit, adding more pressure.
“Fuck Ace yes! I want you.” I feel my body relax into his chest as he continues to play with the ball over my clit, before his finger dives inside of me, still pressing against my clit, causing another moan to escape my lungs.
“Ace, don't stop.” I beg and he plunges a second finger deep inside me.
His thumb is still circling around my clit flicking my ring with every movement sending me over the edge and my knees begin to shake.
He rips his hand from my dripping pussy before he spins me around as I look up and meet his hungry eyes piercing right through mine.
“I am not taking you the first time in my fucking kitchen. My bedroom. Now.”
ACE