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My grip on her hip must have been more punishing than I had intended because she finally gave in after another whimper. “Get your hands off me, Ramsey.”

I loosened my grip, accidentally showing my hand. “Why can’t you just fucking give in, Emerson?”

“Why do you call me Emerson whenever we’re alone, but as soon as you have an audience, I’m Charity?” she asked, instead of answering me.

“To humiliate you,” I told her truthfully.

“Why?”

I decided to stick with honesty. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would believe her if she said anything. “So that I don’t lose sight of who has the power between us.”

Emerson stepped forward, then pressed her big, heavy, perfect tits against my ribcage. “Are you saying that I have power over you, Ramsey Reed?” she mocked.

Fuck yeah, she had power over me.

“I’m saying that I’m convinced that you’re such a dirty fucking slut that my dick would be willing to do almost anything to see just how filthy you can be in bed,” I sneered down at her.

I was such a fucking liar, but I couldn’t help it when it came to Emerson. She had me all kinds of fucked-up, and I didn’t know if I was coming or going with this girl. I’d never lost control of my thoughts or feelings before, but since meeting Emerson, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck, fight, or bump dicks.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to hear all about what I can do in bed in the locker room,” she fired back. “I mean, boys still engage in locker room talk, right?”

I ignored her taunts as I lean down into her, smashing her tits against my body. I curled my hand around the nape of her neck as I breathed in her ear, “Let me fuck you, Emerson.” She did her best to disguise her whimper, but I still heard it. “Let me spread you out on my bed and run my tongue all over your sweet curves.”

“Stop it, Ramsey.”

I smirked.

There was only one reason that she’d be telling me to stop, and that was because I was turning her on. “That sounds about right, Emerson. I’d lick your body until you begged me to stop.” The hand on her hip slid upwards to hold her tit. “But I won’t. I won’t stop,” I promised her as I kissed the shellof her ear. “I won’t stop touching you, licking you, tasting you, fucking you…owningyou until I was done. I won’t stop until you’re a withering mess of satisfied female.”

Her hands pushed at my chest, trying to escape me. “I’ll never let a man own me,” she said so softly that I almost didn’t hear her.

I pulled back, then looked down at her. Her face was mutinous, and I was pretty sure that I’d had her until I’d said that I was going to own her. Emerson was probably imagining owning as the version her mother and father had shown her.

God, if she only knew the truth.

Emerson had me wrapped around her little finger. If she said yes to me right now, I’d drown myself in whatever crumbs that she threw my way.

Still, she couldn’t know that.

She couldneverknow that.

My hand reached up, then caressed her jaw. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby,” I said, breaking the news to her. “I will own every little piece of you, eventually.” Her eyes blazed, and my cock got harder. “You’re going to be mine to do with whatever I wish.”

Then she fucked me up again. “And what if what you want is to beat and rape me? Am I just supposed to let you?”

This was the part where I was supposed to vehemently deny wanting to ever do those two things to her. This was where I should tell her that I’d never hurt her.

However, I didn’t.

While I wouldneverbeat her or take her against her will, I did plan on hurting her.

A lot.

I planned on taking our lovemaking to the very edge of the consensual violence that she craved. So, instead, I answered her, “Then I’ll beat and rape you, Emerson.”

Her silver orbs dilated, and I knew that it was all over for me.

Chapter 18

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