Chapter 4 4

Ace.

Her words and the look on her face shook me up. To be honest, she totally caught me off guard. "Pardon me! What did you say?"

My first thought was that she wasn't a virgin and her dad had lied to me about it.

I stepped toward her and said forcefully, "Get up now."

She gave in and stood quietly by the bed. "Okay."

I tossed the towel aside and stood naked in front of her. I furrowed my brow and commanded her aggressively, "Come here."

She sputtered and covered her eyes with her hands right away. "What are you doing?"

I yelled at her to make her uncomfortable. "Get over here and suck my dick. Now."

She snapped to attention and shook her head in shock. "No. You're a complete idiot! I'd never, ever do that."

With her eyes still closed, she didn't notice me stepping closer. I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Why not? You said I'm handsome."

The first time I touched her, nothing happened. But the second time, she kneed me hard in the balls. She screamed at me so loud it hurt my ears. "Keep your hands off me! Don't you ever touch me."

Wow! She could really fight! It was a sharp, painful kick. That was the last thing I expected.

I acted like it didn't hurt and pushed her back, pinning her against the wall. "See? Nothing happened. Now stop acting so innocent and suck my dick."

She stared at me with wide, shocked eyes and threatened, "If you force me to suck your dick, I swear I'll bite it off."

My brain couldn't process it. Did she mean biting it hard until I came?

I jerked my head to the side and asked her, half curious and half confused, "What do you mean by biting my dick?"

Before I forced her to the floor and shoved my dick in her throat, I wanted to be sure.

She gave me a sly grin, like she was daring me, but I ignored it. "Biting means chewing it with my teeth. Like eating tasty meat. Until there's nothing left."

I stepped back and stared at her. "Oh. You're totally crazy."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't ever think you can force me to do anything. First, put some clothes on. Then we can talk."

I froze, totally confused by her attitude. "Excuse me, but how old are you? Do you even know who the hell I am?"

She walked to the sofa, grabbed my clothes from the drawer, and threw them at me. "I don't know who you are, but trust me, I can make your life a living hell. I have no fear-if I did, I couldn't face my father every day and-" She stopped.

I didn't push her to say more.

I didn't look at her while I got dressed.

Once I was done, I sat on the couch and motioned for her. "Come here now," I said gently.

I waited for her to come over. When she did, I pulled her onto my lap fast. She squirmed a bit, but I held her tight by wrapping my arms around her waist. "Don't move. I mean it," I warned her firmly.

She nodded a little and stopped.

I sighed. "Good. Now we need to talk. But first-"

I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "I need to check if you're a virgin."

She shook her head and trembled. "No. Keep your hands off me."

The knocks on the door saved her. After I stood up, she rushed to a corner of the room, trying to hide.

When I opened the door, my trusted assistant, Mr. Ace, was there. "He's in the torture room now."

I nodded. "Okay, I'm coming."

Then I turned to Mila and warned her sternly, "Don't move. If he's lucky, I'll be back in a few minutes to deal with him."

She asked me, "A torture room? Who's the lucky one?"

But I didn't answer. I slammed the door behind me as I left. My guys were everywhere and armed, so I didn't need to lock it. My house was like a castle, surrounded by thousands of acres of my land. There was no escape.

I went down the steps to the basement-my favorite room, where I tortured enemies and anyone who broke my rules.

It was my best game: how to give a slow, painful death with all kinds of brutal tools. When I won, I always ended it by slitting their throat.

I stormed into the dim basement. It was quiet except for Mila's father's fast, loud heartbeat.

I motioned for them to open his eyes. When he saw me, he gasped in shock. "Mr. Ace! What happened? Why am I here? I thought we had a deal."

I scratched my chin, stepped toward him, and slapped him hard across the face. "Tell me. Why did you let me take your daughter? She's covered in bruises. Her body's ugly. And I don't think she's a virgin."

I wondered if he'd used her body in sick ways. I hate being tricked. If she was a victim, I wouldn't hurt her. But what if she liked being her father's plaything? Then I wouldn't either.

That's disgusting, and I hated it.

He looked confused. "I swear to God, I never touched her."

Then I heard footsteps behind me. She ran to her father, screaming and hugging him, showing her loyalty. "You idiot! What are you doing to my dad, you monster?"

I ignored her and asked her sternly, "Are you a virgin?"

She yelled at him, "It has nothing to do with you!"

My twisted mind started thinking sick thoughts about incest again, and I lost my temper. I muttered angrily, "Why are you defending him now? Do you love him? Has he fucked you?"

She shouted while hugging her father and trying to untie him. "Let him go now. You're crazy. He's my father!"

Since she didn't answer directly, I lost all reason. I grabbed her arms roughly and threw her over my shoulder. "Okay, now I need the truth. Or I'll kill both of you."

I carried her down the stairs to my office. I couldn't wait to go all the way up to my room. I threw her on the couch and shut the door. She was shaking so bad she looked like she might faint or wet herself. "What are you going to do to me?"

I raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "I'm going to check if you're still a virgin. Now strip down to your underwear."

"No," she refused, like she had a choice.

I forced her clothes off. She tried to kick me everywhere, but I didn't budge. "Don't rape me. Please stop. I promise I've never had sex."

I couldn't believe her. Why protect her father if he'd hurt her so bad? I thought she was a masochist, and the bruises meant she liked rough sex. I thought she was submissive.

Anyone in my position would think that. Maybe I didn't know people like her-with pure hearts-existed in my world.

I got to her panties, tore them off, and spread her legs. "Don't move, or I'll poke your eye out with my finger," I warned.

She wailed, "I'm a virgin, I swear," crying the words.

Her voice was weak and shaky. I leaned down but had no plan to fuck her hard. Or even put my dick in her. I just wanted to see. Her pussy was red and tight, so the only way to check was to lick it with my tongue.

I licked her a few times, but nothing-no wetness, no fluids.

I stood up, looked into her tear-filled eyes, rolled her onto her stomach, and spread her ass cheeks with my hands. Nothing there! Just the hole I'd never touched.

I stepped back, already feeling bad. "Sorry. You can get dressed now."

She jumped up, covered her body fast, and slapped me hard across the face. "You stupid jerk! Why didn't you trust me?"

She slapped me!

I stood there stunned, staring at her. "Did you just slap me?"

After wiping her tears, she threw herself on the couch and sobbed. "Why do most guys act so awful? I'm not for sale."

"You tried to save his life, even though he hurt you bad. Explain. If you love him that much, why did you leave home so fast?"

"He's not a good dad at all. But he's my father, damn it! I don't want to see him die. All I wanted was to get away and start fresh somewhere else. Maybe find love. I don't know." She spoke softly, and her words melted my heart.

I couldn't deny I already liked her. But the real hit wasn't to my face-it was to my heart. I'd never met an innocent girl like her.

"Did he fuck you?" I asked again, feeling like an idiot.

She lifted her head slowly. "No. He didn't. Happy now?"

"Yes," I said without thinking.

She put on her torn clothes and headed for the door. I shocked her, and she froze. "Where do you think you're going? Get back to your room. Now."

"No," she said stubbornly. It gave me a headache, to be honest.

"I told you I'm not for sale. He tried to sell me to you, but I refuse." She turned to face me boldly, like she was in charge. "Give me a reason to stay. Convince me why I should live here."

I didn't need to give her one. I just took what I wanted.

But that's not what I said. "Be my wife," I blurted out with excitement.

Wife! Damn!