THE DEVIL’S BRIDE

by April Lust

  You especially, Ace thought. “The Hell Brothers happens to have a common interest with Fiona,” he said. “I make the choices I make for us, but she’s done a lot for her brother, and I think that kind of grit should be rewarded. She’s ballsy as fuck, you have to admit.” Ace gave Katie a sidelong glance. “If you didn’t hate her so much, you might like her.”

  Katie turned and gave Ace the coldest look he’d ever seen. “If you don’t get her the fuck out of this house in the next thirty minutes, I’ll do Alexei’s job for him,” she said, walking away without a backwards glance.

  Ace took the stairs to his room two at a time. Fiona brought barely anything with her, so getting her out would take less than ten minutes, but Ace didn’t trust Katie to stick to her word.

  He burst into his room to find Fiona sitting in a chair with Lianna at her feet, a towel around her shoulders. Fiona was wearing yellow dish gloves and had a fistful of Lianna’s hair in one hand, and a small, goopy brush in the other. Lucky was sitting on his dresser, reading the back of a hair dye box.

  “What the fuck…” Ace said, looking around. “I leave for two…” He stopped and took a deep breath. “Fiona, whatever this is, we gotta go, okay?”

  “We can’t,” Fiona protested. “This has to set for at least twenty minutes.”

  Ace grabbed Fiona’s bag. “Dammit, Fiona! Did you not hear me downstairs?” He knew from past experience sound traveled in this house.

  “Of course,” Fiona said, bewildered. “But Lucky said that there was nothing to…” She trailed off, seeing Lucky in the corner making a slashing motion near her throat. “Okay, then. Let’s get going.” She peeled off the gloves, gingerly passing them to Lucky, who put them on and resumed painting Lianna’s hair.

  Fifteen minutes later, they were on the back of Ace’s motorcycle. Fiona had no idea where they were going, but she found she trusted Ace, whatever his plan was.

  He eventually began to slow, pulling into the parking lot of a mid-sized hotel.

  “No way,” Fiona said once he had stopped and she had taken off her helmet. “I’m not staying here.”

  “Goddammit, Fiona,” Ace said, exasperatedly rubbing his eyes with one hand. “Can we please at least argue inside? I’m feeling very exposed right now.”

  Fiona looked around, noticing there was a clear view of the parking lot from the highway. “Fine,” she muttered, following him inside and to their room. “If I’m going to run away, why can’t I stay wherever Niko is?” she asked once the door was closed, throwing her bag on the bed.

  “Do you know where he is?” Ace demanded. “Because I don’t. And strategy-wise, it’s a very bad idea to put the two of you together. I’m not an idiot, Fiona.”

  “I never said you were!” she replied hotly. “But I don’t exactly have the greatest idea of what’s going on, so excuse me if I have a few questions!”

  When was the last time I took a breath that wasn’t a tired sigh from repressing my frustration? Ace wondered. “Ask away, then,” he said, opening the mini-fridge and pulling out a beer. He fell back into a chair and took a long swallow.

  “Why can’t I stay and help you? Don’t you think I could be of use?”

  Ace flashed back to the Molotov cocktails in Fiona’s kitchen. “Of course I do, but the whole point of our deal was to keep you safe,” Ace pointed out.

  “No,” Fiona corrected him. “It was to keep my brother safe. I can be an asset to you, Ace,” she insisted firmly.

  “And here I used to think you were the obedient one,” Ace muttered under his breath. “It’s better for everyone if you stay out of the way, okay?” he said loudly.

  “Why?” Fiona cried. “If I can help, why wouldn’t you want me there?”

  “Christ!” Ace bellowed, shooting to his feet and flinging the beer bottle to the side. “Because if you’re there, Fiona, I won’t be able to focus on anything else!” he was breathing heavily, the unsaid implication of his words hanging in the air.

  Fiona went over to him, taking his face in her hands. “What are you trying to say, Ace?”

  He opened his mouth, trying to push the words past his tongue, but he couldn’t. Instead, he simply grabbed her wrists, holding her hands to his face as he leaned in to kiss her.

  There was still this intense urgency in the kiss, Fiona noticed, but it was different this time, gentler, more sensual.

  The kiss deepened as Ace lowered his hands to Fiona’s back, lightly tracing her spine with his fingers. Fiona reached up on her tiptoes to try to pull Ace even closer to her. They broke apart, panting.

  Ace tugged on the hem of Fiona’s shirt. “Can I see you?” he asked quietly, desperately wanting her, but not wanting to push her.

  “Of course.” Fiona smiled softly, pressing a sweet kiss to Ace’s lips.

  He gently lifted the bottom over her head, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps across Fiona’s tanned skin. Tossing the shirt to the side, Ace got down on his knees, the top of his head coming level with the underside of Fiona’s breasts. If he were two inches taller, he’d be able to bury his face between her luscious tits. Time for that later, he reminded himself as he began to undo the buttons of Fiona’s shorts.

  He slid them over her wide hips and down her firm, muscular thighs. As the bottoms fell to Fiona’s ankles, Ace gave her legs long, erotic kisses. Fiona didn’t know the back of her knee could make her feel so sexual.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” Fiona whispered, worried that if she spoke too loud, she would break whatever trance seemed to have come over Ace.

  Ace sat back on his heels and stared at Fiona, not saying a word, his eyes roaming over her body, which was now dressed in only a matching set of plain yellow cotton underwear. Fiona wished she had worn something sexier, but Ace thought he had never seen someone so beautiful. Finally, he leaned forward again, kissing her tummy. “Let me show you,” he said.

  Ace pulled down her panties, his thumb brushing back and forth over the soft dusting of hair that grew between her legs. Gently parting the curls, Ace pressed against her clitoris, smiling with delight as she shivered above him.

  Fiona felt his other hand slide around to firmly cup her ass. He squeezed it tightly as his tongue performed acrobatics on her rapidly moistening pussy. His fingers slid inside her, then quickly withdrew, eliciting a sharp gasp from Fiona. She looked down to see him licking his middle finger.

  “I swear, you taste as good as you smell,” he said, staring up at her before leaning in to lap at her sweet core like a man starved half to death. The force of him on her pressed Fiona back until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell, her legs spreading wide to grant Ace better access.

  Ace held nothing back, giving Fiona every trick he knew to try to get her to that point as many times as he could. He knew she was close when she started to whimper and tug on his hair.

  Instead of riding what Ace modestly thought could be the best orgasm of her life, Fiona sat up, pulling away from his tongue and fingers.

  Now it was Ace’s turn to ask Fiona, “What are you doing?”

  “Let me show you,” she repeated back to him, sitting up.

  Switching places so Ace was the one on the bed with his legs resting over the edge, and Fiona was on her knees between his thighs, she pulled off his pants and boxers, while Ace removed his shirt.

  Grasping his cock gently in her hand, Fiona pursed her lips, wrapping them around his head. Ace groaned loudly and Fiona flicked her tongue a few times to heighten his sensations.

  She had never been particularly adept at this part of foreplay, but Ace brought out the seductress in her. She felt powerful with Ace at her mercy beneath her.

  As Fiona worked him over with her beautiful mouth, he found himself reaching the need to cum far too quickly. He sat up a little, brushing Fiona’s hair over her ear. “Hey,” he said, breathing hard, “that feels way too good right now.”

  Fiona bobbed her head down once more before coming up, and Ace’s eyes rolled into the bac
k of his head. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to lay alongside him in the giant hotel bed.

  “Holy shit, girl,” he said, smiling at her. “That was amazing.”

  “Thank you,” Fiona said modestly. “It’s the least I could do for you when you make me feel so good.”

  “Oh, that’s nothing!” Ace said wickedly. “You just wait!”

  Fiona giggled happily as Ace dropped to his elbows, settling between her thighs once more. Her laughter quickly subsided as Ace’s tongue rapidly brought her higher and higher until she cried out with pleasure.

  She opened her eyes, waiting to come back down to Earth so the feeling could return to her legs. “Talk about amazing,” she panted, looking down at Ace.

  He surged upwards, his hard body firmly pinning her beneath him. Looking deep into her crystal blue eyes, Ace had never felt more connected to another person. This is what people mean, he realized. When they talk about sex as a physical act of emotion, they’re talking about this.

  Ace always brushed off talk like that as hippie bullshit, but what he felt, what he was feeling right now…he had no words. The only way to express it was through this carnal, tender, act.

  “Fiona,” he whispered in her ear, his face buried in the mass of curls exploding from her head. “I need you.”

  Hearing his unspoken words, Fiona shifted her legs so Ace lay between them. She could feel the tip of his head resting against her clit, its warmth mingling with her own. Ace slowly inched forward, his cock slowly sliding into Fiona’s tight, hot pussy as they finally consummated the deal.

  Ace groaned, Fiona echoing him a half-second later. “God, Fiona, I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this,” Ace said, lost in the moment. “I never…never knew…” Of all the sex he’d had, Ace had never known what it was like to make love.

  Instinctively, Fiona began to move her hips, grinding against Ace in an attempt to pull him even deeper inside her. She hooked her heels together behind his back, crying out as Ace thrust into her.

  “Oh yes, Ace, just like that,” she moaned.

  Ace dug his toes into the bed, trying to gain extra leverage. Missionary was usually his least favorite position to have sex in, but this time he had to focus on not finishing too quickly. Missionary allowed him to watch Fiona’s gorgeous face as the pleasure he gave her rippled through her.

  If he tried looking down, he was faced with her perky tits, furiously jiggling as he pounded into her. Looking even farther down, he could see himself thrusting into her slippery, hot core. It was enough that Ace had to close his eyes and list off all the different kind of bikes he could remember, or he was going to finish right then and there.

  Fiona wrapped her arms around Ace’s neck, kissing him as she felt him fill her up inside. She had expected sex with Ace to be like it had been fooling around in the back office that fateful day—rough and a little frightening.

  Instead, Ace was surprisingly gentle, yet somehow still performed as though the missionary position was the newest addition to the Kama Sutra. He pumped himself into her, loving the slick walls that hugged his cock.

  Her ankles were hooked around his waist, and Ace rolled to the side, holding Fiona aloft so she was now on top and his hands were free to roam her supple body.

  Squeezing her thighs, Fiona raised herself up, rocking her hips back and forth as she stirred above him. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Ace’s chest, her nails digging in as Ace thrust a little deeper.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” Fiona repeated over and over as another wave began to crest within her.

  She brought her hand up, entwining her fingers with Ace’s, holding them to her breasts as she came. The sensations rippled through her, and she finally began to slow. She bent down to give Ace a passionate kiss, her nipples brushing sensitively against the light dusting of chest hair on Ace’s chest.

  “That’s never happened before,” she admitted, blushing as she sat up.

  “What?” Ace asked, very aware of his still rigid cock inside her.

  “I’ve never managed to come from just sex before,” Fiona said, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I didn’t even think I could.” She giggled.

  Her laugh drove Ace wild, and he rose up, gripping Fiona behind the neck, pulling her down to him again for another fiery kiss. “Why don’t we see what we can do about that?” he said, his tongue flicking her nipple.

  Fiona looked down at him. “You didn’t…?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. That was all you,” he said.

  “I’m sorry!” Fiona exclaimed. “I totally thought that you finished.”

  Ace shook his head again. “I didn’t. But if you don’t think you can go any longer, I understand.” Did I really just say that? Ace wondered, surprised at himself. When had he ever been okay not finishing?

  It didn’t matter, however, because Fiona was furiously shaking her head, her thick curls whipping back and forth. “Absolutely not,” she declared as she leaned over him, her deep blue eyes threatening to drown him. “I feel like the fucking Energizer Bunny right now,” she said, bouncing up and down on his cock a little to prove her point.

  Ace moaned, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’ll have to try to keep up,” he teased. Winking at her, Ace gripped Fiona’s thighs and lifted her off of him, both groaning at the sudden loss of warmth between them.

  Fiona lay sprawled on the bed, Ace towering over her, his cock seeming to jut out from his hard body to point right at her. He stroked it lazily as he stared at her beautiful form. Ace didn’t think he’d ever met a person who could be so tough one moment, and so soft the next.

  “Bend over,” he ordered her. “I’ve been envisioning that ass of yours ever since you walked into The Crabtree.”

  Fiona did as she was told, giving him a naughty smile over her shoulder once she was on all fours. Ace reached out with one hand—the other was still busy with his cock—and lightly grazed Fiona’s gorgeous ass. He traced its bubble shape with his fingers, dipping down to slide the longest one inside Fiona to feel her pussy.

  Ace made a beckoning motion with his finger, and Fiona let out an involuntary, high-pitched whimper. He smiled to himself and slipped in a second finger, continuing to make the same gesture inside of her.

  “Oh shit, Ace,” Fiona cursed. “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goddamn!” she cried.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” Ace encouraged her. “I wanna hear everything you got; let it out.” He wanted to make her scream—literally. His fingers pumped in and out, rapid fire as Fiona began to cry out, over and over.

  Finally, she turned around, panting as she looked at Ace. “If you’re not going to fuck me with that cock of yours, then what good is it for?”

  Ace stared at her in shock. He had never expected to hear such dirty talk come out of Fiona’s mouth. This woman was full of the strangest surprises—and he couldn’t get enough of it. Ace felt himself get even harder, if such a thing were even possible right now.

  He grabbed his dick, lining it up with Fiona’s dripping wet pussy. He grabbed her around the waist, gently pulling her back to bury himself inside of her. Both of them let out deep sighs of satisfaction.

  “Oh, Ace,” Fiona breathed. “Finally.”

  “Is this what you wanted?” He asked her as he started to pump in and out. “Did you want me to fuck your tight pussy?”

  “Yes!” Fiona hissed, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me since that night in the office.”

  “Tell me,” Ace ordered, slamming into her now. “Tell me what you wanted me to do.”

  “I wanted this,” she said, meeting his powerful thrusts with her own. “I wanted you to pound my pussy raw with that hard cock of yours. Oh god, Ace, yes! Fuck me, yes!” As Fiona felt her third orgasm of the night flow through her, she lost all self-restraint, screaming with no regard to who might overhear.

  Hearing the filthy language pouring out of her mouth, Ace began to fuck her with wild abandon. Nothing existed a
nymore except Fiona and her amazing, beautiful ass that slapped his thighs as he rammed into her.

  “Oh fuck, here it comes,” Ace cried, heat rushing up from the base of his cock and spilling from the tip.

  His vision went dark for a minute, and he swayed erratically. For a second, he thought he was actually going to pass out, his orgasm had been so intense. Ace slipped out of Fiona, and the two lay next to each other, sweaty and satisfied.

  “That…was…” Fiona panted. She had no words for what she had just experienced.

  “Right?” Ace agreed as he tried to catch his breath.

  There was a knock on the hotel door and they looked at each other in a panic.

  “Who knows you brought me here?” Fiona asked, her heart now pounding from fear rather than excitement.