Chapter 17
Ramsey~
I t wasn’t working.
Or it could also be that patience just wasn’t my strong suit.
Either way, Emerson was holding out a lot stronger than I’d thought that she would be, and it wasn’t working out for me.
Deke had also been right.
It was maddening to hear people talk about Emerson the way that they were. Since Monday, I had witnessed students calling her names, shoulder checking her, throwing garbage in her direction, and the worst of it, guys making lewd gestures at her and telling her all the ways that they wanted to fuck her. A couple of times, Liam and Deke had held me hostage in the restroom because I’d been on the verge of breaking someone’s neck. Unfortunately for me, Emerson should have been irritated enough by now to have come to me, but her stubborn little ass was trying to hold out to the bitter end.
This fucking girl.
I’d had Deke keep tabs on her during fourth period, then had made him text me which direction she’d gone in after class because I needed to push this thing along.
Plus, I missed her.
I missed her scent.
I missed her closeness.
Fuck me if I didn’t also miss that fire in her eyes.
I hung back behind the right hallway leading towards the library, waiting for her. The eatery pavilion was to the left, and thanks to Deke, I knew that she’d be coming this way. Liam had fourth period with Roselyn, so I had texted him to keep her occupied, so that Emerson would be alone on her way to lunch.
As soon as I saw the girl walking down the hallway, I stepped out, then snatched her by her arm, dragging her towards me and down the hallway. I didn’t stop until I had her behind the library building. I turned her around, then slammed her up against the wall, towering over her, and I really despised how beautiful she was in this moment.
“You’ve had enough yet?” I asked.
Emerson laughed.
She fucking laughed in my face, and I cursed my weakness.
Then she straightened her spine, looking me in my eyes. “Had enough of what, Ramsey?”
I couldn’t help myself. I reached out, then placed my hand flat against her chest. She didn’t stop me, either. Not even when my hand slid down lower and lower until it ran down over her right tit. I let my hand travel further south until it was resting on her hip, and my dick was harder than concrete.
My gaze never wavered from hers. “So, you like being called a whore and having trash thrown at you?”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t care what any of you think of me,” she retorted. “So what if everyone thinks I’m a whore?” she asked right before she went for my jugular. “It’ll make it all that much easier when I do start spreading my legs for whoever catches my eye.”
I could feel my teeth grind, my right fist clenching in frustration. It didn’t matter if she was lying or not about her intentions, the thought of another guy touching her hazed my vision. Still, I wasn’t going to back down. I couldn’t afford to back down when it came to this girl.
“Oh, yeah?” The words were like acid burning my soul, but I said them anyway. “If that’s the way you want to play it, just make sure that you’re using protection. Wouldn’t want any little bastards being thrown into the mix now, would we?”
“Don’t worry, Ramsey, I’m not that careless,” she threw out caustically. “Besides, I have no problem swallowing their loads if it comes down to it.”
I sunk my fingers into her hipbone until she winced out a yelp. Emerson had no idea what her smart mouth was doing to me. She did not understand that with every word that left her mouth she was forging a bond between us that was stronger than anything else that she’d come across. She was cementing herself to me, and she was cementing herself to me for fucking life.
Ask anyone, and most people would tell you that eighteen-year-olds couldn’t make that kind of commitment. Most grownups would tell you that an eighteen-year-old didn’t know their own mind yet. There was no way that an eighteen-year-old should contemplate commitments of forever. That eighteen years of living was nothing compared to the remaining sixty years that were left. Still, I wasn’t most eighteen-year-olds.
Emerson didn’t have a say in which direction her life was going to go, either. It was going to go in the same direction as mine, whether she wanted it to or not. While it’d only been two weeks, the only reason that she wasn’t married to me now was because she wasn’t eighteen yet. Her school files claimed that she wouldn’t be eighteen for another couple of days.
My grip on her hip must have been more punishing than I had intended because she finally gave in after another whimper. “Get your hands off me, Ramsey.”
I loosened my grip, accidentally showing my hand. “Why can’t you just fucking give in, Emerson?”
“Why do you call me Emerson whenever we’re alone, but as soon as you have an audience, I’m Charity?” she asked, instead of answering me.
“To humiliate you,” I told her truthfully.
“Why?”
I decided to stick with honesty. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would believe her if she said anything. “So that I don’t lose sight of who has the power between us.”
Emerson stepped forward, then pressed her big, heavy, perfect tits against my ribcage. “Are you saying that I have power over you, Ramsey Reed?” she mocked.
Fuck yeah, she had power over me.
“I’m saying that I’m convinced that you’re such a dirty fucking slut that my dick would be willing to do almost anything to see just how filthy you can be in bed,” I sneered down at her.
I was such a fucking liar, but I couldn’t help it when it came to Emerson. She had me all kinds of fucked-up, and I didn’t know if I was coming or going with this girl. I’d never lost control of my thoughts or feelings before, but since meeting Emerson, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck, fight, or bump dicks.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to hear all about what I can do in bed in the locker room,” she fired back. “I mean, boys still engage in locker room talk, right?”
I ignored her taunts as I lean down into her, smashing her tits against my body. I curled my hand around the nape of her neck as I breathed in her ear, “Let me fuck you, Emerson.” She did her best to disguise her whimper, but I still heard it. “Let me spread you out on my bed and run my tongue all over your sweet curves.”
“Stop it, Ramsey.”
I smirked.
There was only one reason that she’d be telling me to stop, and that was because I was turning her on. “That sounds about right, Emerson. I’d lick your body until you begged me to stop.” The hand on her hip slid upwards to hold her tit. “But I won’t. I won’t stop,” I promised her as I kissed the shell of her ear. “I won’t stop touching you, licking you, tasting you, fucking you… owning you until I was done. I won’t stop until you’re a withering mess of satisfied female.”
Her hands pushed at my chest, trying to escape me. “I’ll never let a man own me,” she said so softly that I almost didn’t hear her.
I pulled back, then looked down at her. Her face was mutinous, and I was pretty sure that I’d had her until I’d said that I was going to own her. Emerson was probably imagining owning as the version her mother and father had shown her.
God, if she only knew the truth.
Emerson had me wrapped around her little finger. If she said yes to me right now, I’d drown myself in whatever crumbs that she threw my way.
Still, she couldn’t know that.
She could never know that.
My hand reached up, then caressed her jaw. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby,” I said, breaking the news to her. “I will own every little piece of you, eventually.” Her eyes blazed, and my cock got harder. “You’re going to be mine to do with whatever I wish.”
Then she fucked me up again. “And what if what you want is to beat and rape me? Am I just supposed to let you?”
This was the part where I was supposed to vehemently deny wanting to ever do those two things to her. This was where I should tell her that I’d never hurt her.
However, I didn’t.
While I would never beat her or take her against her will, I did plan on hurting her.
A lot.
I planned on taking our lovemaking to the very edge of the consensual violence that she craved. So, instead, I answered her, “Then I’ll beat and rape you, Emerson.”
Her silver orbs dilated, and I knew that it was all over for me.