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In this moment, I finally knew real heartbreak.
Did that mean I was going to let her go? No. Did that mean I was going to ever stop trying to win her over? No.
My hands tightened in her hair, and my lips crashed onto hers. I was going to have to show her.
I was going to have to show her, every day, for the rest of our fucking lives.
Chapter 40
Lake~
Iwasn’t sure I’d ever be able to forgive Ramsey, but with his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, his tongue playing a seductive tune inside my mouth, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to just walk away from him. Oh, I wanted to be. Iwishedto be. I didn’t want to be stupid. I didn’t want to feel like a fool.
But I wanted this feeling of being in his arms more.
As dangerous as the decision to stay with him was, I wanted him. I wanted to keep feeling what only he made me feel. Six months with Curt, and I never even felt a fraction of what it was that Ramsey did to me. And my broken heart wanted that to mean something.
I broke off the kiss and told him everything I was feeling in one sentence. Staring into the face of Satan, I said, “I think I’m lost.”
Ramsey let out a painful moan. “No, baby,” he replied. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
“Doubtful,” I cried. “Or else this wouldn’t hurt so much.”
His hold on me became painful. “Let me make it go away. Please, Lake,” he begged. “Let me make you forget.”
And that was it.
My arms slid up his chest and around his neck, and I gave myself over to him. I gave myself over to a boy who was sure to destroy me in the end, but I couldn’t bring myself to care because I was in love with him, and love made you fucking stupid.
“Baby,” he growled against my lips.
Soon, clothes were flying off and Ramsey’s hands were everywhere, burning me with every touch, but still making me beg for more.
With his lips and tongue dancing all over my skin, his teeth finally found a home when he latched onto the left side of my neck and drew blood.
I screamed.
He sucked harder.
“You’re always going to have my mark on your body, Lake,” he vowed as his tongue licked the sting on my neck.
“Ramsey, please…”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg for me,” he rasped out right before taking another piece of flesh between his teeth. My head dropped back against the window, and I let him do what he wanted to me.
My eyes closed as his hand slid from my breast downward until his fingers were separating the folds of my sex. The sounds of slickness echoed around us, and two fingers were stretching open before I knew it.
I moaned like a slut, ready to take it, and I really thought Ramsey was going to carry me to the bed and hand me my every wish.
But he didn’t.
Instead, I felt him pull his fingers free, grab the back of my thighs, and lift me up, walking us until my back hit the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and I could feel his cock positioned right where I needed him. All he had to do was move his hips.
With the wall supporting most of my weight, Ramsey’s hand came up, grabbed my jaw, and he squeezed. If I thought he was going to make love to me as proof of his regret, I was wrong. Ramsey was reestablishing his ownership of me.
“You’re mine, Lake,” he said, proving my suspicions correct, as he slammed up into me.
My head hit the wall as I cried out,“Ramsey…”
