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But maybe Ransom was right.
Maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was.
I stand there for a long time, gripping the sides of the sink and dragging in deep breaths. Finally, I splash some cold water on my face and dry off, then step hesitantly back out into the hall and head back to Ransom’s room.
It’s late by now, and he’s in bed already, scrolling on his phone with the bottle of his favorite whiskey sitting on the nightstand beside him. For some reason, the sight of him settles my nerves a little.
He looks up, his eyes tracking over my face as he reads my expression. Then he throws the covers back on the bed and motions for me to join him.
“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get some sleep.”
I crawl into bed with him, and he turns off the beside lamp, pulling me into his arms once we’re both settled.
Just this once, I go willingly, allowing this man who should frighten me to comfort me instead.
33
WILLOW
The bed issoft and warm, and Ransom is there, a hard line of heat at my back. Something tickles at the back of my neck, and I open my eyes and realize it’s his mouth.
He’s pressing kisses to my neck, open mouthed and searing, and then he starts traveling, dropping those kisses from my neck to my shoulders as well. Even the places where I can’t feel as well because of the scars seem to burn under his mouth, and he never pulls away. Never seems to be disgusted by the feeling of them.
Every kiss adds to the heat building inside me, and a small sound of pleasure spills from my lips.
My eyes flutter closed again, and I lean into it, unable to hold back how good it feels.
Then, all of a sudden, Ransom rolls me onto my stomach, pressing me into the mattress and the pillows. His large body covers mine, pinning me down. Fear surges through me, because he’s so much bigger than me and he’s not letting me up, but arousal is right on the heels of that fear, for the same reasons.
“Are you wet for me, bad girl?” he murmurs.
He reaches down between my legs and finds my pussy with ease. I’m already soaked, and there’s a burning need starting to grow deep inside me, sparking even hotter when I feel the touch of those calloused fingers against my clit and then lower, right at my entrance.
He presses one finger into me, and I gasp sharply, bucking a little bit under him. It’s not even to try to get away at this point, but just because everything feels so good that I can’t stay still. When he adds another finger, my body stretches to accommodate them, and even that pressure against my walls makes my head hazy with pleasure.
Slowly, he fucks me with two fingers, not ramming them into me but taking his time, loosening me up. I writhe beneath him, my nerve endings sparking in response each time he drags his fingers out.
I can hear how wet I am from the noises his fingers make as they thrust in and out of me, and all of it leaves me breathless. The heat keeps climbing, and I spread my legs wider, silently begging for more.
“There you go,” Ransom murmurs, approval resonating in his deep voice. “So good.”
My orgasm is building, and I’m so close to the edge, grinding my hips down to press my clit against the mattress, wanting more. But before I come, the weight at my back disappears, and Ransom flips me over again. He tears off what’s left of my clothes, his hands moving with a speed I’ve never seen before.
Then he’s gripping my thighs, spreading my legs roughly.
When I look up, I realize we’re not alone in the room.
Malice and Victor are there, watching. Malice’s eyes churn like smoke, and he doesn’t look away for a second. Even Victor, usually so impassive and cool, has heat in his expression, as if he’s entranced by what he sees.
But it’s a shock to see them, and I wriggle against Ransom’s grasp, opening my mouth on a sharp gasp.
This is wrong.
They can’t all be here.
They shouldn’t be watching this.
But I don’t tell them to go. For some reason, I can’t get my mouth to form the words.
