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It wasn’t enough.

My demons of regret had a stronghold on me, and so her words weren’t enough right now. Honestly, I didn’t know if her words were ever going to be enough. Even though I believed her and knew how she felt about me, it just wasn’t enough whenever I was feeling this way.

Not being able to control myself any longer, I slammed my lips down on hers, and when I felt both of her hands grip my suit jacket, I let go of her hair and face long enough to lift her onto the ceramic counter, stepping in between her legs, Emerson’s body automatically opening for me.

While I’d been doing my best not to cause a scene, for the sake of my sanity, Emerson was going to have to give me this one, and we could fight about it later. Right now, she was going to have to tame the beast, and God help Adrian Cossacks if she couldn’t.

God help everyone in this fucking building.

Chapter 12

Emerson~

Ifelt Ramsey’s hands frantically pulling at my dress, desperately trying to find his way underneath the silky fabric, and I knew that I had no choice but to let him. When he’d been staring down at me, demanding that I tell him how I belonged to him, I’d been transported back in time when he had drug me out of the diner, then into the alleyway. He’d had the same wild look in his eyes that he’d had that afternoon, and had I not pushed him off me when I’d had all those years ago, then I would have had a scar in the shape of his teeth decorating my neck. As it’d been, it’d taken the hickey days to heal after the bloody mess that he’d left.

When he finally tore his mouth off mine, it was to latch his lips onto my neck, and all I could do was brace myself when the sound of my tearing panties rang throughout the room. Even though this wasn’t the place nor time, and even though this might come back to haunt us, Ramsey was in that dark place where I couldn’t reach him. Whatever had happened while I’d been taking pictures, Ramsey needed this from me, and I knew from firsthand experience what could happen if I didn’t give it to him.

With his lips against my ear now, he said, “We’re either going to go home right after this, or else you’re going to walk around with my cum coating your thighs for the rest of the night.”

I moaned.

I couldn’t help it.

Again, Ramsey wasn’t the only damaged one in this marriage.

As the sounds of Ramsey unbuckling his belt hit my ears, I quickly reached down to help him. It didn’t matter how unhealthy this was or that someone could come along at any moment. Experiencing Ramsey when he was out of control like this was a ride that I would always sign up for. No matter his motives, I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, and that was saying something when you considered how out of his mind that he was most of the time.

“Ramsey…” I moaned when I finally had him free.

Taking over, Ramsey guided his cock towards my entrance as he said, “You’re mine, Emerson. You’re fucking mine. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I quickly answered, doing my best to bring him back from wherever he was. “I’m yours.”

With one powerful, purposeful thrust, Ramsey slammed every inch of his cock deep inside me, and my shoulders hit the mirror behind me with enough force to cause damage. In a desperate bid to hold on, I wrapped my arms around Ramsey’s neck, and I anchored my legs around his waist, and one of his arms held me close as he started pounding into me relentlessly, his free hand tangling in my hair again.

Our harsh breaths filled the empty room as Ramsey fucked into me like his life depended on it, and this was the Ramsey Reed that I couldn’t get enough of. Unlike most couples, kids and life hadn’t zapped the passion from our relationship, and when Ramsey took me like this, it felt like going back in time to when an angry eighteen-year-old used to want to take his unhappiness out on me.

“Ramsey…” I panted, holding onto him tighter.

“What, baby?” he grunted. “Tell me what you want, Emerson. Tell me what you need.”

“You…” I gasped as he bottomed out. “I only need you.”

“Say it again,” he demanded as he slammed into me harder.

“I only need you…” I obeyed, meaning every word. “God, Ramsey…don’t stop…”

Yanking my head back by my hair, Ramsey’s lips were on mine again, and as we breathed the same air, the part of me that craved him needed more. In a perfect world, none of us would have triggers, and we’d all know how to act in public at all times, but we definitely didn’t live in a perfect world. So, while the rational part of my brain told me that we shouldn’t be doing this, my damaged soul didn’t care about reason, and neither did my body.

It wasn’t until Ramsey’s lips found my neck again that I realized how bad off he really was. When I felt his teeth latch onto my skin, my pussy clamped down tighter around him, but not in a good way. A normal woman wouldn’t be turned on by his viciousness, and since Ramsey usually only marked me where no one else could see because of my job, I knew that tonight was not going to end well.

“Ramsey…” I choked out as pain radiated down my spine.

He just bit down harder.

“Ramsey…oh, God…”

When his lips found mine again, they had a metallic taste to them, but that didn’t stop me from kissing him back. Ramsey was all that mattered to me right now, as unwise as that was.

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