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There’s a moment where I wonder if he’s going to be upset that I was dreaming about his brothers too, but then he groans, sounding almost tortured.
“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re making it hard as hell to keep my hands to myself.”
My stomach flips over at that, and when I speak, my voice comes out soft and a little unsure. But I want to know.
“Whyareyou keeping your hands to yourself?” I ask. “Why are any of you keeping your hands off me? You could take what you wanted from me at any time. We all know that.”
I snort, the sound tinged with bitterness.
“What do you mean by that?” There’s a frown in his voice.
“I mean, apparently I’m some kind of trophy at this point. The only men who have ever wanted me just wanted me for my stupid fucking hymen. Nikolai, Colin, Carl. All of them just wanted my virginity, and they were perfectly happy to take it by force if they had to. Carl was only willing to keep my secret if I gave him sex in exchange.”
“Okay.” Ransom’s tone turns hard. “I know you aren’t comparing me to your ex-boss, of all fucking people. That’s an insult. That man was human scum.”
I open my mouth to tell him that wasn’t what I meant, but he keeps talking.
“That’s not how I roll, pretty girl. I’ve never taken a woman by force, and I never will.” His voice changes, turning low and teasing, the sound of it practically snaking up my spine and making me shiver as he adds, “I wouldn’t fuck you unless you wanted it. But I bet I could have you begging for me in minutes.”
I roll over a little in the bed, my heart beating so hard it feels like it’s going to break through my rib cage and flop out onto the mattress. I can’t deny that I’m afraid. I’m scared of what he’s saying, but the promise in his voice calls to me too. He means what he says, and the certainty that he could make me beg for him sends a shiver of desire through me that’s too strong to ignore.
Ransom can see my face now, and his eyes search mine hungrily. He must like what he finds in their depths, because he smiles at me, one corner of his lips lifting crookedly.
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs, and his voice almost seems to caress me when he says it.
My brows draw together, my heart lurching with nerves. “But you said—”
He chuckles. “I’m not gonna fuck you, angel. I’m just gonna help you out. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Then close your eyes.”
Exhaling a soft breath, I let my eyelids fall closed. Ransom puts a gentle hand on my shoulder, rolling me onto my back.
“Think about what you were dreaming of,” he whispers.
I do what he says, and it’s not hard. All those images are still right there, close to the surface.
I think about the rough pads of Ransom’s fingers and how they found my most sensitive places so easily. As if my dream is manifesting itself in real life, a hand snakes down into my sleep pants, and I hiss out a breath at the visceral sensation.
At first, he just rubs me through my panties, dragging the cotton against the hard nub of my clit. It feels good, but it’s not enough to come even close to sating the need inside me. If anything, it just makes the fire burn hotter, and I squirm against him, breathing hard.
“Shh,” Ransom murmurs, his voice a little rougher than it was before. “Keep thinking about it. Think about what I was doing to you. I’m definitely thinking about all the things I could do to you right now.”
I bite down hard on my lip, my legs spreading a bit wider as if that will tempt him into giving me what I want. But he’s clearly got more self-control than I do. He keeps rubbing me through my panties, working me up slowly and deliberately until the need inside me hits a kind of desperation that makes me whine and writhe on the bed.
Ransom chuckles, but he finally gives in. His fingers work their way into my panties, and the first touch of his fingertips on my clit makes me choke out a strangled noise.
It feels just like it did in my dream, but a thousand times more intense because it’s not my mind manifesting it. His fingers are rough, but they seem to know just where to touch me. They stroke me slowly, rubbing tight circles around my clit, and I moan, arching up off the bed a little.
“So sensitive,” he breathes. “I like that about you. I like that you feel everything so much.”
“Please,” I gasp out. “Ransom, please.”
He groans, working his fingers a little faster. “That’s not fair, angel. You say my name like that, and it makes me want to give you everything. Anything you want.”
As he speaks, Ransom’s fingers work their way down, circling my soaking entrance. Just the feeling of him touching me there makes me cry out, and I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle some of the sounds I’m making.
