Page 14 of Resurrecting the Enemy
Lake~
Icould hardly breathe.
His words were like an anvil on my chest, and I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to push it off.
‘What I want is you.’
What did that even mean? So what? He wanted to sleep with me? But that made no sense. The guy could have any girl he wanted. And if he was in the mood for slumming it, Erica Chambers could be in his car with him right now. It made no sense that he’d want me.
Plus, was he so goddamn entitled that he could just say shit like that to a girl and down her panties would go? I mean, I wasn’t a prude, and I wanted to experience desire just as much as the next girl, but that didn’t mean my first time was going to be at the whim of a goddamn lunatic, no matter how gorgeous he was.
“Is that how it works?” I choked out, not even caring where he was taking me. “You tell a girl you want her, and she just, what? Lays back and spreads them for you?” I flung the obnoxious folders at him, not the least surprised that he’d had them, and he didn’t even try to deflect the rainfall of papers and pictures. “Is that it? Ramsey Reed Jr. wants, so Ramsey Reed Jr. gets?”
There was a dark edge to his voice when he replied, “Did I say I only wanted to fuck you?”
The crudeness of his words heightened what my body already felt for him, and that just pissed me off further. “What else could you have possibly meant?”
He didn’t reply right away. I sat seething in his car as he pulled up to a clearing with such beautiful landscape, we had to be behind the golden gates of Sands Cove. We didn’t have this kind of scenery in town. There were rumors of these clearings all over Sands Cove, the nicest being the one with the ocean’s inlet, but like I said, we never ventured past where we’d been stationed.
Turning the car off, Ramsey twisted in his seat until he was directly facing me. “As a matter of fact, that’s exactly how it works,” he finally replied, his voice tight and raspy. “If I want something, it’s mine.”
“I’m not a something,” I replied coolly.
“No, you’re not,” he agreed. “But it works the same way.”
This bastard.
“Maybe it does for all those gold-digging sluts at Windsor, but-”
His laugh was grating and condescending. “Windsor girls already have their own gold,” he coldly pointed out. “They don’t need mine.” Ramsey lifted his chin, and the arrogance poured off him in waves. “Those girls are willing to ride my dick for a lot of other reasons, besides money.”
“Then what am I doing here?” I seethed.
“Because I don’t want them!” he roared, his cool demeanor gone. His calm act a farce. “I wantyou!”
“You can’t have me!” I yelled back.
“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice back to its cool tenor.
This was insane. It made no sense. I was nothing remarkable. There was no reason I should have captured Ramsey’s interest. And I refused to put any significance into how I was unwisely attracted to him. “Look, Reed-” I let out a sharp cry as his hand shot out and fisted in my hair.
“Call me Reed one more time, and I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell,” he spat.
“What difference does it make what I call you?” I cried out.
“Because I want to hear Ramsey coming out of your mouth when I finally get you underneath me,” he snarled. “Not Reed.”
Oh, Sweet Jesus.
“Let me go,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You don’t just get to put your hands on me.”
Ramsey let me go, but not before calling me out on my shit. “You didn’t mind my hands or lips on you when your boyfriend was getting an eyeful,” he scoffed.
“I didn’t want to cause a scene,” I semi-lied. “What did you expect me to do?”
“I expected you to fight me,” he said.“Ifyou truly didn’t like my hands on you.”
I couldn’t stop the shiver that raced down my spine at his words. They sounded seductive and dangerous. Seductive because his hands and lips on me had felt divine. Dangerous because I knew better than to get tangled up with anyone from Windsor Academy. And trouble didn’t come any bigger than the guy glowering at me right now.
