Chapter 90 The One Who Didn't Beg Ch1

• There was a legend that lived between barstools and back booths, told in lipstick-stained whispers and moaned retellings. Women didn’t just talk about him—they bragged about surviving him. They limped into Ubers, wore bruises like diamonds, and smiled through the ache for days after. They called it a curse, a blessing, a religious experience.
• They called him Jace.
• And his cock was the thing of nightmares and wet dreams. Thick. Long. Ruthless. Girls joked about needing surgery after, but the truth was they came back. Again and again. Like he had something between his legs that rewired their fucking souls.