Paetyn’s POV
I swallow hard, but the pressure of his hand on my throat doesn’t leave me with much room.
“Stand up,” Ace commands, his intense blue eyes holding mine.
I do as I’m told and stand, the barstool skidding across the tiled floor. My neck strains as I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. Inky strands of hair fall over his forehead, framing his intrusive eyes as they peer down at me.
A nervous energy thrums in my veins as I wait for him to make the next move. Ace is a man who enjoys watching me squirm, knowing he is the one in charge and has total control over me.
When I was with Liam, he never took charge and would often ask me what I wanted to do when it came to s*x. But not Ace. He doesn’t need to ask what I want because he knows what I need without me having to say it. I
