Ace’s dark eyes moved down my body, taking in my brown hair hanging loose over my shoulders, my upper half still covered by his dress shirt, my legs on full display.

The longer he stared at me, the more his breathing started to slow. His tight muscles relaxed. Yet, his gaze remained clouded, promising violence to anyone who dared cross him.

Without saying a word, he marched to his dresser and practically tore his drawers open as he pulled out various articles of clothing. He turned back to me.

“Come here, Doe,” he told me, standing near the end of his bed with the clothes in his hands.

I took...