Page 39 of Ramsay

When he adjusts his angle slightly, I shout and squeeze him tight as I fly over, the tingles in my body exploding into a crescendo of pleasure that makes spots dance before my eyes.

Vaguely, I hear him grunt before he spews. Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I give a brief thought to be thankful I’m on birth control while he groans above me, his hands spasming around my waist.

I’m quite sure I can’t hold my own weight with the way my body is shaking, and I shiver when he slowly pulls from me.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I bite my lip.

I’m still unsteady on my feet as I turn and lean against the wall, watching drowsily as he pulls up his pants and steps back.

I just fucked Ramsay Yates at school against a wall, and it was amazing, but my pleasure slowly fades when his face breaks into a broad smile, and he looks me up and down with a raised brow.

Feeling caught out, I pull up my pants clumsily while he looks on in amusement.

“That was hot love, thanks for the ride,” he says, walking away and leaving me bewildered and sated against the damn wall.

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After Ramsay leaves me in the classroom, practically with my pants around my knees, I button my jeans with a sigh and shuffle out the door in search of the nearest bathroom.

What I see when I stare into the mirror makes me laugh half hysterically. My face, hands, chest, my whole body essentially is red.

Ramsay fucked me while I looked a fucking tomato, and I’m not sure if I should be disturbed or flattered.

It takes three days and a lot of scrubbing for the dye to fade and as it is, I’m still not the right color, but I look slightly burned rather than the newest scarlet fever victim.

I refused to stay home, enduring the laughter, and even concerned looks from faculty with a placid expression. Hailey walks around sporting a black eye, and I give her a death stare every time she appears, inspiring her to run the other direction every time she sees me.

It’s Friday, and I’m toying with the idea of going with Bone to the underground fighting he alluded to the other day. I’m bored, and I have no desire to be at home. If I thought the place was depressing before, it’s positively sinister now.

I spent last night listening to my mom scream and cry for hours on end and it was so bad the low hum of my cravings flared to life with feral need. I practically crawled out of my skin while I writhed on the bed and cried too.

Only thoughts of my naughty escapades with Ramsay drew my attention away, and I finally passed out from sheer fatigue.

I’m grumpy today, feeling positively bitchy, and I dare any fucker to approach me when I’m feeling this way. Of course, they all must sense my hair-trigger temper because even Sabrina keeps her distance.

I haven’t seen the Sinners since my interlude with Ramsay, which isn’t unusual. Oliver is in all advanced classes, Ramsay has half days, and Diem hardly attends.

I don’t know why they bother, to be honest.

After nine pm, I meet up with Bone, pulling into a lot covered in cars and trucks, all parked outside of a warehouse on a dead-end street. Bone offered to pick me up, but I refused because I have no intention of trapping myself somewhere I can’t make a quick exit.

The place feels vaguely familiar which means I probably made an appearance during the good old days, when I was so out of it, I didn’t know what day it was most of the time, much less where I was.

This makes me pause at the door, but Bone pulls me from my thoughts when he pays our way, greeting two meatheads who recognize him and give us noncommittal nods. Once inside, the sound crashes through my ears as two guys face off in the ring, really going at it.

The tall slim dude is whaling on his counterpart with vicious ferocity, who’s passed out on the floor when a slender girl with blonde hair climbs the ring and pounds on the floor to get his attention. He stops and stares, an intense conversation taking place before he crawls to her and pulls her into his arms.

Bone leads me away from the scene and through the crowd before we find a place against the wall to place bets and have the best view.

“Wanna hit?” he asks, nudging my shoulder.

My heart takes off in my chest as I stare at his hand, absently noting the sweat breaking out on my brow. It would be so easy to say yes, just a little pill for a few hours of peace.

Clearing my throat, I glance away into the searing stare of Ramsay, standing near the ring with a voluptuous blonde wearing basically nothing. She’s hanging off his arm and when he raises a brow, I straighten my spine and murmur, “No, thanks.”

Bone shrugs and tosses a few back while I watch with the sweet slide of envy before turning back to Ramsay, except he’s gone. Searching the crowd, I don’t see him, and I ignore the painful clench of jealousy at the sight of him with that chick.

Whatever.

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