Page 59 of Ramsay

Sourly, I crank my eyes open when he shifts me in his arms, noting the stairs as we traverse them and inevitably end up in the same room I slept in before.

Oliver makes a beeline for the bathroom, where Diem stands over a fancy tub large enough for five people. Stepping over the lip, he shifts me around and places me gently inside.

The warm water sizzles against my freezing skin, and I gasp, clutching Oliver’s arm as tingles spread up my arms and over my legs in painful waves. Oliver goes to pull away, but my hands won’t cooperate because they’re stiff and uncoordinated, and he has to peel them back one by one.

“Fuck,” he mutters, before stepping into the tub, picking me up and setting me down in his lap in the water.

Like a rag doll, I lean forward when Oliver pushes me over and pulls at the buttons on my dress. Above us, Diem leans in to help and soon, I’m divested of it when they pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

Lolling against Oliver, I shiver and convulse, tears falling down my face at the wicked razor like burn surging through my limbs. Ramsay appears in my vision and steps into the water, with blue-tinged lips and a grim smile. But his eyes, his blue as sin eyes, are ablaze with fire as he looks me over, starting with my bare breasts.

He’s wearing just his boxers, and I can’t help but admire the real estate, running my gaze over his beautiful pectorals. Up close, I greedily take in the tattoo marking his left pec, a pair of angel’s wings in flight surrounding the ugliest demon I’ve ever seen.

Absently, I wonder why such a grim tattoo looks so fucking hot and Ramsay chuckles. When I glance up, our eyes clash and I melt when he leans forward and says with the devil in his heated eyes, “You like my art, love?”

Slowly I nod, caught in the fiery stare as a curl of desire shoots through me at the need reflected back. He looks me over carefully and my skin blazes with warmth wherever his heated gaze lands. Unable to contain myself, I moan low in my throat when I spy his hard length bulging against the thin material of his boxers.

“Out,” he growls and Oliver shifts behind me.

Soon I’m seated on the small step and the guys have left. Ramsay clears his throat and I look up through lidded eyes meeting his bright stare. He smiles sexily and drops to his knees, spreading my legs wide, and running his fingers over my lips, the thin material of my panties no barrier to his hot fingers.

I keen in my throat and arch, the air in my lungs escaping with a whoosh. Ramsay’s smile darkens as he teases me, running his fingers back and forth, up and down over the silky fabric.

“Mm,” I moan, bucking into his hand.

“You want me to make you come, love?” he rumbles, his bright eyes boring into mine.

A shiver racks my body and I nod shakily, pushing my hips past the edge of the water in invitation. His lips form a wicked smile, and he kneels to pull my panties off. I arch my hips to assist, but I can’t hold my position long, and thankfully, I don't have to because Ramsay holds me in place as he licks his lips.

I pulse in reaction, thrusting my hips in the air mindlessly as he chuckles low in his throat and says, “So pretty.”

When he runs his fingers over my folds once more, I gasp and groan, “Ramsay.”

He glances up, his pupils blown and makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a groan before spreading my lips and licking up into me.

“Ohhh,” I moan, rolling my eyes back as he curls his tongue inside and flicks against the nerves rapidly.

Absently I note, I’m panting as painful tingles swirl through me, and my clit pulses to the tune of his wicked tongue.

“Please,” I gasp, and with a cry, I come, shaking, and convulsing at the pleasure rushing wildly through my veins.

Ramsay leans back with blazing eyes and licks his shiny lips, grinning at me triumphantly, but I’m too dazed to care and my eyes slide closed of their own volition. Sated and dizzy, I fall into slumber, only rousing when I feel the soft caress of silky sheets and a pillow beneath my head.

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Ramsay

She responds so sweetly to my touch. I’m beginning to crave the sexy pleas that drop from her lips. Forme.

Maybe in another place and time we could’ve walked this world together but it’s not to be. Although I concede, if I were to ever betray my brothers it might be for this woman who battles her demons with a ferocity that’s almost frightening.

What is she fighting for, or should I say against?

I don’t trust her. I can’t but I understand the need she can’t hide to claw her way into the light. The problem is, there is no way out for people like us and the sooner she accepts that fucked up reality the better.

Some of us were damned from the womb and Willow is no exception. I’ve tried to stay away. I’ve tried to push her back, but she refuses to fucking disappear.

Now what? The game has lost its appeal but I’m no quitter. Besides it’s not just me that I’m risking but as I lay here in my bed and watch her snuggle beneath the covers, a weird glow envelops my chest.

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