Chapter 37
Ace
Warmth and the fresh scent of Kian’s body wash fill my senses as I float between the state of sleep and awake.
He soothes his hand over my body to the hem of his T-shirt I’m wearing and pulls it up, his fingers trailing from my stomach to my breasts. When he tugs on a nipple, I moan and softly sigh.
“Shh, just relax and feel me, angel,” he murmurs. “Love coming home to you in my bed.”
His words are quiet, almost like he’s talking to himself, but his breath is warm on my face as he tugs my panties down, struggling a bit.
Lifting my hips to help him, he chuckles. “My sweet angel is awake.”
Using his knee, he nudges my legs open, and a second later, his thick cock is nudged inside, thick and hard and warm.
My eyes flutter open to gaze at him while he pushes himself deeper, staring directly at me. There’s something unreadable in his expression. Something intense.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I cry out when he thrusts hard and deep, so he’s seated inside me.
“When I watch you sleeping, I always think there’s nothing more beautiful in this world, but then you look at me like this, and I’m proven so fucking wrong.”
His words, so profound and meaningful, catch me off guard.
My heart swells, and I try to swallow down the tightness creeping into my throat.
Since the day I met Kian, he’s made me feel wanted.
Seen. And he makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never thought possible.
If only he knew how I see him. Beautiful isn’t the word I’d choose.
I came to Las Vegas to live again, and it’s been amazing. But I don’t think I truly started to live until I met Kian. This has been the best week of my life. Even with all the drama between Luciano and him, and the family finding out who I am.
This was only supposed to be a one-time thing. No names. No strings.
So why do I feel like I want to be tied to Kian Savage for the rest of my life?
I never believed in love at first sight. I’ve read about it in books. It’s in all kinds of fairytales. But how could something like that be possible? To fall in love with someone the first time they say your name.
“Daddy,” I whimper, wrapping myself around him. “I missed you.”
Kian kisses my neck and ear, his face buried in my hair while he holds my face in his free hand as he fucks me, slow and deep. Maybe this can’t even be described as fucking. This feels more like making love.
“I got you, angel,” he says as he thrusts in again. “My baby. I’m never letting you go. Do you understand me, Ace?”
My pussy spasms, and my heart could practically burst from my chest as I nod. “Yes! Yes, I understand. Please don’t let me go.”
He lifts his head, so he’s staring down at me. “I will never let you go, angel. Never.”
Then he curls himself around me, his hands resting on top of my head as he pounds into me, jerking the bed with each movement as we both fall apart together.
When we stop trembling, Kian gently pulls out of me and slides over to the mattress on his side, then pulls me into him, his eyes already closed.
“Sleep, baby. It’s still early,” he says before he kisses my temple.
Smiling, I close my eyes and let myself drift into the sweet dreamland I was floating in earlier.
Sweat coats my skin as I sit up, gasping as I look around the room.
Fuck.
It was a nightmare.
The bed is empty beside me, but as I sit back against the headboard, trying to get my breathing under control, Kian walks in, dressed in black slacks and a dark gray button-down shirt.
As soon as he sees me, he races over and sits on the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong? Ace?”
He presses his hand against my forehead and then pulls out his phone, but I grab it from him before he tries to call that damn doctor again.
“I’m fine. I had a nightmare. I’ll be fine in a minute. It just takes me some time to shake it off.”
Kian studies me as he slowly slides his hand over my legs as if he’s trying not to startle me. “Do you have nightmares a lot?”
Rubbing my face as I try to fully wake up, I shake my head. “Not very often. It’s just the same one every time.”
He rises from the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes, then tosses the covers back so he can climb in next to me.
“Your suit is going to get all wrinkled,” I say as he pulls me onto his stretched-out legs so my back is resting against his front.
“I don’t give a fuck about my clothes, angel. If someone is looking at the wrinkles, they’re too fucking close to me.”
That makes me laugh, and I relax into him, his steady strength the comfort I need right now.
“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks quietly.
“No. It’s just a strange reoccurring nightmare from when I was in the hospital.”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. It doesn’t make any sense.
“I was so high on pain medication that I was hallucinating half the time. There were times I thought I had woken up to find not only Luciano, but a couple of his closest friends, even the head of the Italian mob, sleeping in chairs around the room.”
Kian is stone still under me as I speak, and when I finally stop, he wraps his arms around me and squeezes, nuzzling my neck. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, angel. I wish I could have been there to protect you.”
My heart squeezes, and I sniff, trying not to get emotional about how sweet and caring this man is.
“I’m in love with you, angel,” he says. “I know that’s insane. We haven’t known each other very long—”
“I love you, too,” I blurt out.
His hold on me tightens. “I want to try with you. I’m not good at relationships, Ace. I get lost in work, and I miss calls and texts.”
“Yet you haven’t missed a single call or text from me, and I’ve seen you every day without having to ask,” I tell him.
“But you know you’re allowed to ask. I want you to come to me for anything,” he says as he runs his hand up and down my side, soothing me as he always does.
“I don’t want to bother you,” I answer honestly. “You have a really big job, and it’s an important one.”
Kian rolls me onto my back, so he’s hovering over me, his focus zeroed in on my face.
“It’s not more important than you, Ace. For whatever reason, since I met you, my entire world has flipped.
I want you to bother me. Fucking bother me.
Nag at me. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.
I just need you to be your authentic, sweet, magical self because you’re shifting something inside me, and it feels good, angel. ”
The corners of my lips twitch as I fight a smile but fail. “You think I’m magical?”
Kian breathes out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, angel. I do. Your spirit. Your heart. Your incredible strength. Jesus, yeah, I think you’re magical, Lacey. Fuck. You’ve got so much power over me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine in every way possible.”
Touching his beard, I meet his dark eyes.
“I feel like our souls have known each other forever already. When I came to Las Vegas, I thought I wanted to be free. I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone because I’d been controlled so much already.
But for some reason, the way you control me, it feels different.
I don’t feel like my freedom is being taken away. At least not yet.”
“I’m never going to take your freedom away, angel. That’s why you have a safeword to use at all times. I don’t want to change who you are,” he says. “I want you to keep living the life you want while allowing me to put safeguards around you, so I won’t have to worry as much about you.”
I consider that for a second before I level him with a stare. “What if I want to go dancing in a club right now?”
Kian motions toward the edge of the bed. “Let’s fucking go, angel. I’ll have security meet us there. It is only ten in the morning, but fuck it, it’s Vegas.”
Unable to fight my laughter, I roll my eyes and gently elbow him. “Smart-ass.”
“Angel, I’m never going to stop you from living your life as long as you’re safe and not talking to, looking at, touching, or fucking other men. I don’t share what’s mine, angel. Not ever.
“But you want to randomly dress up and go dancing, let’s go.
You want to go with the girls instead of me, fine, but security is going with you and will keep a slight distance as long as there are no safety concerns.
But you will listen to them if they give you instructions because they will only tell you to do something for your immediate safety. ”
I stare at him, wondering how he could even worry about me being interested in any other man. Kian is literally the first man to have ever captivated me. And he fucks like a god. What more could a girl want?
“I only want you, Daddy.”
Kian stares down at me for a long moment before he slowly smiles and then gives me a gentle kiss.
“Good. I’ll go get the shower started and then make you something to eat before we go to work.”
He crosses the room to the bathroom, and when he disappears, I reach over to the nightstand to check my messages before I climb out of bed.
As I straighten the blankets, a smile spreads over my face.
Moving to Las Vegas?
Definitely a good idea.