angel_freeborn

[SLOW BURN] {HEAVY SMUT FROM CHAPTER 100}

"You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back.

"Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them.

Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. 

Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. 

Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. 

She falls first, but he falls harder. 

In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve.

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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

Reign's eyes lit up when Ace took a step forward, and then another.

She had him exactly where she wanted him. He was all about his business. Spades was his life. Anything that affected it, affected him. He would do absolutely anything to protect his position as the heir.

She knew that. Using it against him was cruel, but it did what it was supposed to do.

He stopped in front of her, the gap between them non-existent. Leaning in, he grabbed the back of her head, and tilted it to the side.

Her lips quivered in anticipation of his kiss. She didn't used to like kissing. She felt it was a wasted effort when they could just go straight to the point of their burning desire.

Ace changed that. He kissed with intention. Like he was trying to communicate something passionate. A conversation only the two lips at work could understand.

RAGE, FLASH, TROUBLE