Chapter 12
Emerson~
I felt Ramsey’s hands frantically pulling at my dress, desperately trying to find his way underneath the silky fabric, and I knew that I had no choice but to let him. When he’d been staring down at me, demanding that I tell him how I belonged to him, I’d been transported back in time when he had drug me out of the diner, then into the alleyway. He’d had the same wild look in his eyes that he’d had that afternoon, and had I not pushed him off me when I’d had all those years ago, then I would have had a scar in the shape of his teeth decorating my neck. As it’d been, it’d taken the hickey days to heal after the bloody mess that he’d left.
When he finally tore his mouth off mine, it was to latch his lips onto my neck, and all I could do was brace myself when the sound of my tearing panties rang throughout the room. Even though this wasn’t the place nor time, and even though this might come back to haunt us, Ramsey was in that dark place where I couldn’t reach him. Whatever had happened while I’d been taking pictures, Ramsey needed this from me, and I knew from firsthand experience what could happen if I didn’t give it to him.
With his lips against my ear now, he said, “We’re either going to go home right after this, or else you’re going to walk around with my cum coating your thighs for the rest of the night.”
I moaned.
I couldn’t help it.
Again, Ramsey wasn’t the only damaged one in this marriage.
As the sounds of Ramsey unbuckling his belt hit my ears, I quickly reached down to help him. It didn’t matter how unhealthy this was or that someone could come along at any moment. Experiencing Ramsey when he was out of control like this was a ride that I would always sign up for. No matter his motives, I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, and that was saying something when you considered how out of his mind that he was most of the time.
“Ramsey…” I moaned when I finally had him free.
Taking over, Ramsey guided his cock towards my entrance as he said, “You’re mine, Emerson. You’re fucking mine. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I quickly answered, doing my best to bring him back from wherever he was. “I’m yours.”
With one powerful, purposeful thrust, Ramsey slammed every inch of his cock deep inside me, and my shoulders hit the mirror behind me with enough force to cause damage. In a desperate bid to hold on, I wrapped my arms around Ramsey’s neck, and I anchored my legs around his waist, and one of his arms held me close as he started pounding into me relentlessly, his free hand tangling in my hair again.
Our harsh breaths filled the empty room as Ramsey fucked into me like his life depended on it, and this was the Ramsey Reed that I couldn’t get enough of. Unlike most couples, kids and life hadn’t zapped the passion from our relationship, and when Ramsey took me like this, it felt like going back in time to when an angry eighteen-year-old used to want to take his unhappiness out on me.
“Ramsey…” I panted, holding onto him tighter.
“What, baby?” he grunted. “Tell me what you want, Emerson. Tell me what you need.”
“You…” I gasped as he bottomed out. “I only need you.”
“Say it again,” he demanded as he slammed into me harder.
“I only need you…” I obeyed, meaning every word. “God, Ramsey…don’t stop…”
Yanking my head back by my hair, Ramsey’s lips were on mine again, and as we breathed the same air, the part of me that craved him needed more. In a perfect world, none of us would have triggers, and we’d all know how to act in public at all times, but we definitely didn’t live in a perfect world. So, while the rational part of my brain told me that we shouldn’t be doing this, my damaged soul didn’t care about reason, and neither did my body.
It wasn’t until Ramsey’s lips found my neck again that I realized how bad off he really was. When I felt his teeth latch onto my skin, my pussy clamped down tighter around him, but not in a good way. A normal woman wouldn’t be turned on by his viciousness, and since Ramsey usually only marked me where no one else could see because of my job, I knew that tonight was not going to end well.
“Ramsey…” I choked out as pain radiated down my spine.
He just bit down harder.
“Ramsey…oh, God…”
When his lips found mine again, they had a metallic taste to them, but that didn’t stop me from kissing him back. Ramsey was all that mattered to me right now, as unwise as that was.
“Take that dick, baby,” he grunted against my lips. “Take the only dick that you will ever fucking know.”
“Harder…” I begged, that familiar sensation already crawling up my spine. “God, Ramsey…I need it harder…”
Letting go of my hair, Ramsey wrapped his hand around my throat, and his dark gaze bore into mine as his hips crashed into mine in a unrelenting pace that was going to leave me sore in the morning. I felt him deep inside me, and I didn’t want him to stop, even after I came for him. I had no problem staying in this restroom for the remainder of the event, letting my husband do whatever he wanted to do to me.
“Tell me you love me, Emerson,” he grunted, his voice a dark echo of need, his lips coated in my blood.
“I love you, Ramsey…”
“You want my cum?”
“Yes…” I cried out, not caring that I was going to be a mess when we walked out of here. “God, yes…”
“Beg for it,” he ordered, his hips moving faster, telling me that he was just as close as I was.
“Ramsey, please…”
“Cum for me, baby…cum all over my cock,” he grunted.
“Don’t…stop…”
As soon as Ramsey squeezed my neck tighter with his fingers, I let out a choked cry as I finally came all over him, my dress and his suit be damned. Waves of euphoria hit every inch of my body, and all I could do was hold on tighter as my body trembled in a thrilling kaleidoscope of pleasure from my head to my toes.
“Oh, God…Ramsey…” I cried out as he rode me through each wave, his hips refusing to grant me any mercy. “Oh, God…”
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as he lost control inside of me, and white spots danced behind my eyes as he cut off my air for just a second, releasing me quickly enough for another wave of pleasure to wrack my body.
I closed my eyes as my head dropped back against the mirror, and I’d never felt so out of my mind before. If this was what it felt like to do drugs, then I could understand the appeal. My body felt limp, and my mind felt like a weightless cloud, no stress anywhere.
Unaware of how much time had passed, I finally opened my eyes when I felt Ramsey pull out of me, his soft dick making a mess everywhere. I could feel our releases coating every inch of my pussy, and I could even feel some of it sliding down my ass and onto the fabric of my dress, protecting the counter beneath me.
As I watched Ramsey put himself back together, I forced my body to sit up, and I could feel the sting in my neck now that lust wasn’t clouding everything around me. When I touched my fingertips to the wound, they came back with a little bit of blood on them, and all I could do was let out a heavy sigh of acceptance. This was Ramsey, and I’d always known it.
When he turned on one of the faucets to wash out his mouth and clean the blood from his lips, I looked over at him, then asked, “Did it help?”
As soon as he was done, Ramsey turned the water off, then reached over to help me off the counter. Looking straight into my eyes, he answered, “No.”
I gave him a terse nod because I had suspected as much. “Then I think it’s time that we go home.”
“I agree,” he replied stoically, and if we were anywhere else, I’d be demanding answers right now.
Knowing that there was no point in starting something that we couldn’t finish here, I turned around, and I let out a dark laugh as I looked at the mess staring back at me from the mirror. My hair was in complete disarray, my lips looked bruised, my dress was a wrinkled mess, and my neck look like I’d been attacked by a goddamn bat.
Reaching up to undo my bun, I let my hair fall around my shoulders, using some of it to hide the hickey, but that was about all I could do to clean up the mess. When we walked out of here, everyone was going to know exactly what we’d been doing, but that was a concern for another time. Right now, Ramsey’s state of mind was the priority.
When I finally looked back over at him, it was to him putting my torn panties in his pocket right before he grabbed my plaque, then tossed it into the trash can.