ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(73)

I’m becoming a fucking pussy, but I don’t care. Any man would, if they had a woman like Emmy.

“So we should go to the police station now, right?” Emmy says.

“Yeah, this shit is nuts. I mean, Grotto’s willing to risk everything for a fucking piece of property,” I say.

But so was I.

I wanted that building without any purpose, without any reason. Just for the power.

Fuck that shit. I don’t need a fucking building to make me a man.

I need Emmy, and I have her.

“My phone is blowing up,” I say, grabbing it. “Landon probably thinks I died.”

“It’s okay, just call him and tell him we are alive.”

He picks up right away. “Fuck, Ace, where are you?”

“Leaving the property now. Just got Emmy.”

“Oh, shit—good. We’re all freaking out here at Spades. You were supposed to call, asshole.”

“Grotto’s men had taken her, tied her up in the building. We’ve got to get to the police station and let them know.”

“Fuck. Okay, we’ll meet you there.”

I hang up; Emmy is strumming my chest with her hands, still completely undressed, straddling me. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Everything okay, Boss-man?” She cocks her head to the side, smiling.

“I don’t know. This is all fucking nuts.”

“What do you think my sister was doing with Grotto?”

“I don’t know, baby,” I tell her. “But we’ll find out.”

“First, can we do it one more time?” she asks. “I’m still so fucking hot for you.”

“Emmy, you literally never have to ask.”

I smack her ass, and she starts rubbing my cock up and down, getting me hard so fast. Her tits are bouncing in my face and I grab them with my hands, massaging her perfect globes, until her nipples are hard and round. She leans over me and I lick her tits as she grinds against me. Her pussy is wet again, so nice and wet that my cock seems to grow each time she swivels her hips.

She arches up, and presses herself over my massive cock.

“You feel so good inside me,” she says, moaning in pleasure. “You’re in so deep, Ace, so deep and good. You fill me up so nice.”

Emmy’s eyes drip with desire, and I press my hand to her opening, wanting to rub at the top of her pussy as she rides me. Her clit grinds against my hand as she fucks me.

She likes my finger there, and my other hand grazes her ass, causing her to moan louder.

“Oh, fuck, Ace, it feels so good,” she moans, her tits in my face, just making my cock go fucking crazy. She swivels faster, and I know she’s near her breaking point, as she pants in ecstasy.

“This is so good.” Emmy slows, and I thrust deep inside her once more as she throws back her head and screams. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES.”

Emmy’s eyes close as the wave of the orgasm spreads through her, and I keep pounding my cock into her pussy as I come, nice and hard.

“Oh, fuck me, Emmy.” I close my eyes too, catching my goddamn breath.

“Always, Ace. Always.”



It’s after midnight when we pull up at the police station, and Emmy and I are both surprised to see Detective Clark is already here.

He shakes his head after we tell him what’s happened.

“You haven’t heard?” he asks.

“What?” Emmy asks. Our crew is here, too. Claire and Tess; Landon, Jack and McQueen. It’s been a long fucking night and we’re ready for some answers.

“There was a fire. At the property. Whole thing is up in flames.”

Clark points to the television airing the late-night news. They’re showing a fire lighting up the sky.

“Motherfucker,” Jack says, as we watch the news anchor describe the scene.

“A late-night fire has investigators scouring the premises for a lead. The cause of the fire is believed to be arson, though police officers haven’t released a formal statement. This building was a high-profile property for sale in Las Vegas, and high-rise owner Frank Grotto and Las Vegas’s most eligible bachelor, Ace Royalle, owner of Spades Royalle casino, are rumored to be in a dispute over the sale.

“Local footage shows Ace and an unidentified woman fleeing the scene of the crime one hour before the fire started. However, an unmarked van was also seen on sight. Police have found the driver, and we will update with more details as we learn them.”

“Where is he?” I ask, pounding my fist into Clark’s desk. “Where’s the driver, because I’m gonna fucking kill that man.”

“Dude, it’s okay,” McQueen says, trying to calm me down.

“No, it’s not okay,” I yell. “That man kidnapped Emmy, and I want to know why. What was he planning on doing with her?”