Ace’s POV
“F*ck,” I growled, my voice dropping back into its dark, rumbling cadence as physical strength returned to my muscles in a violent surge.
I didn’t wait for her to respond. Shifting my weight, I gripped her hips, and in one fluid, powerful motion, I flipped our positions. I stood up, dragging her with me, and backed her up until I pinned her firmly against the silk-lined wall of the corridor.
Her back hit the wall with a soft thud.
“Ace?” she gasped, looking up at me, her violet eyes wide.
“Do you have any f*cking idea how good you smell?” I rasped, bringing both of my hands up to frame her beautiful, flushed face. The black soot on my fingers smeared against her pale cheeks, but I didn’t care. “You smell like a perfectly ruined little sl*t for the pack.”
Callie let out a br
