Page 79 of Ramsay

“M’kay,” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder and passing into sleep.

I wake sometime later and glance around blearily as my stomach roils, signaling my impending vomit. It takes me a moment to get my bearings but it’s just in time, because I spring over the body lying next to mine in the bed, fully clothed, thank fuck, and skid over Ramsay's bathroom floor as puke surges up my esophagus.

With another inglorious round of retching, I spew what I hope is the last of the alcohol in my system before laying my face down on the cool porcelain floor.

This is where Ramsay finds me when he appears at the door, but I ignore his frown, clutching my writhing stomach and moaning, “Ohh.”

He disappears and then reappears within a few minutes with a glass of water in his hand.

“Drink,” he demands.

Suspiciously, I eye him and the drink, annoyed when he sighs and rolls his eyes as though I’m being unreasonable for distrusting his motives. Whatever dick, I wasn’t the one who drugged you behind your back.

After he takes a deep drink out of my water, he hands it to me with a smirk, and I swallow the remainder down eagerly, the cool sensation wetting my throat.

When I’m done, he picks me up and carries me back to the bed before crawling in bed beside me and resting his head on the pillow. With his arms raised behind his head, he looks relaxed and damn sexy in repose, but I know it’s all a facade because he’s coiled tighter than a spring and ready to blow.

“Why are you always so tense?” I say into the darkness.

He turns on his side and quirks a brow. “Why? You offering to help me relax?”

I scoff and turn away, but not before my body melts into the mattress at the quasi-invitation. What I wouldn’t give to feel him stretch me wide except he’s a diabolical fucking monster whose sole goal in life is to rip me apart.

Shivering in the low light, I mutter, “Nope.”

Slowly, he brings his finger to my face and traces it down my nose, over my lips, and down my neck, before moving back to circle my nipple softly.

Of course, it beads up painfully, and I wait with an indrawn breath for him to do more, but he just says into the quiet, “You sure about that?”

For a heartbeat, I consider it because my body is calling to his on a cellular fucking level, but finally, I turn on my side away from him and whisper, “What's the point? So, you can treat me like the whore you think I am? Go back to your bitches, at least they know what they are.”

There’s an extended silence before Ramsay curls into me from behind and wraps his warm hand over my abdomen. “I don't think you’re a whore, and I’m not interested in anyone else.”

Holding my breath, I wait for him to say more, but he just runs his chin over my neck, biting down gently, and with a moan, I give in. I’m only fucking human.

Grinding against his dick, I give him silent permission, and he takes it, simultaneously cupping my core, as he bites into my neck again. It's so good that I arch into his hand and mewl, gushing into my panties.

“Mm, are you wet for me, love?”

“Yes, so wet,” I whimper.

Pushing my pants and underwear down my legs hurriedly, he lifts my leg and slides into me achingly slowly. It's so fucking hot and warm that I squirm. Slowly he bottoms out, and we both sit panting for a minute before he pulls out and rams back in.

Crying out, I tighten around him, and he groans, pounding into me from behind.

All at once, I sail over and scream, convulsing around him as he pushes me to my stomach and fucks into me, thrusting violently until he jerks and orgasms.

After a suspended moment, he drops back to the bed, while I quietly pant, coming down from my high. With it comes the reality that I fucked the dick bag who’s determined to break me and silently, I turn back to my side and close my eyes, refusing to say anything to Ramsay breathing heavily beside me.

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Ramsay

Staring into the darkness I choke on a bitter laugh. The harder I try to push her away, the deeper she fucking burrows.

What is it about her that I can’t resist? Her take no shit attitude? The struggle I see behind her eyes?

Or is it the darkness she carries calling to mine?

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