Chapter 27 Reese
Reese
The purple octopus on my wrist feels like it's watching me, its tiny tentacles wrapped protectively around those scattered stars. I can't stop staring at it. Ramsey's mark on my skin. Permanent. Forever.
I trace my finger over the fresh ink, still tender and slightly raised under the plastic. The skin around it is pink and warm to the touch. It's fucking perfect, just like I told him. But it's more than that. It's something I didn't know I needed until he gave it to me.
Through the front window, I watch Ramsey handing Nico what looks like way too much cash. Nico's laughing, shoving part of it back, but Ramsey insists.
The door opens, and he walks back in, his eyes immediately finding mine. There's something different about him now—something darker, more possessive. Like putting his mark on me changed something fundamental between us.
"What?" he asks, catching me staring.
I don't answer right away. Instead, I just look at him—really look at him. The sharp line of his jaw. Those intense blue eyes that never miss a fucking thing. The way his t-shirt stretches across his shoulders, highlighting every muscle I know is underneath.
"I know you," I finally say, my voice steadier than I feel. "Better than most. You've been my protector, my best friend, my confidant for four years." I stand up, moving closer to him. "I know my sister told you to stay away from me, but we've crossed that line and so many more."
His eyes darken as I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head in one fluid motion. My bra follows, leaving my upper body completely bare. I’m going to have to force him, make him snap.
"What are you doing, Reese?" His voice is strained, like he's fighting for control.
"What does it look like?" I unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my hips with deliberate slowness. "I'm tired of this dance we're doing."
I step out of the denim, standing before him in nothing but black panties. The tattoo on my wrist feels like it's burning, a physical reminder of the claim he's already made.
"Are you gonna fuck me," I ask, cocking my head to the side, "or am I going to have to get someone else to?"
Something snaps behind his eyes—something unhinged and dangerous. In three long strides, he's on me, his hand wrapping around my throat with just enough pressure to make me gasp. His fingers press against the sides of my neck, not cutting off my air but definitely letting me know who's in control.
"Don't ever fucking say some shit like that again," he growls, his face inches from mine, breath hot against my lips.
Then his mouth crashes into mine, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he stomps down the hallway. His bedroom door flies open with a kick, and he tosses me onto his bed like a fucking rag doll.
I bounce on the mattress, breathless and wet between my legs. He stands at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the galaxy of tattoos across his chest. The look in his eyes is fucking terrifying and the hottest thing I've ever seen.
A dark smile crosses his face as he crawls onto the bed, moving up my body until his face is level with core. Without warning, his fingers hook into the sides, and he rips the fabric clean off me.
"Ramsey!" I yelp, shocked at how fucking hot that was.
"I'll buy you more," he growls, pushing my thighs apart and settling between them. "Right now, I need to taste you."
His breath is hot against my pussy, and I'm suddenly hyperaware that I'm completely naked while he's still half-dressed. Before I can process that thought, his tongue makes one long, flat stroke up my center.
"Fuck!" I gasp, my back arching off the bed. Whimpering, I try and grind against his face, but his grip tightens.
"Patience, baby girl. Let me take care of you."
When his mouth finally closes around my clit, sucking gently, my entire body jolts like I've been electrocuted. One of his hands slides up my stomach to my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers as he works me with his tongue.
"Oh god, Ramsey," I moan, my hands fisting in his sheets.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmurs, slowly pushing one finger inside me. "Gotta get you ready."
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
The stretch burns slightly—his fingers are so much thicker than mine—but the discomfort fades quickly as he curls it inside me, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
"There we go," he says, adding a second finger as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my skin. "Just relax for me."
The third finger makes me gasp, my body clenching around the intrusion. It burns—a delicious stretch that has me panting as he slowly works them in and out.
"Fuck, that's a lot," I whisper, my hips lifting involuntarily.
"Gotta make sure you're ready for me," he murmurs against my inner thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses there while his fingers keep up their relentless pace. "Don't want to hurt you."
I'm dripping wet now, embarrassingly so. I can hear the slick sounds as his fingers pump in and out, stretching me, preparing me. My body's on fire, nerves I didn't even know I had lighting up as he curls his fingers to hit that spot inside me that makes my thighs shake.
"I think you're ready," he says, his voice thick with desire as he withdraws his fingers.
I whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. Ramsey stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons his jeans. They hit the floor with a soft thud, followed by his boxer briefs. And holy fuck.
"No way that's gonna fit," I blurt out, my eyes widening at the size of him. He's huge—thick and long and already leaking at the tip.
Ramsey laughs, the sound dark and promising as he crawls back onto the bed. "It'll fit, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."
He positions himself between my thighs, his cock resting heavy against my entrance. My heart's pounding so hard I swear he can hear it. His hand comes up to brush hair from my face, a surprisingly tender gesture given the fire in his eyes.
"This is it," he says, his voice low and gravelly.
"You sure about this? If you don't want this, speak up now.
" His eyes lock with mine, intense and burning.
"Because once I sink into you, claim you—once your blood is on my dick, you're mine.
Unequivocally mine. You'll never be anyone else's, not even your own. "
The weight of his words hits me. There's no going back after this. No pretending we're just friends, no acting like this is casual. This is Ramsey staking his claim in the most primal way possible.
And fuck, I want it.
"I'm yours," I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. "I think we both know I always have been."
That's all it takes. With one smooth thrust, he pushes inside me, breaking through my virginity. The pain is sharp and immediate, a burning stretch that makes me cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Fuck," he hisses, his body going completely still above me. "So fucking tight. You okay?"
I can't answer right away, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled. He's only halfway in, and I already feel split open, impaled on his cock.
"Just—just give me a second," I manage, breathing through the discomfort.
Ramsey's hand comes up to my face, stroking my cheek with tenderness.
His thumb brushes away a tear I didn't even know had fallen.
"Breathe for me, Reese," he murmurs, his voice gentle despite the strain evident in his tense jaw. "I've got you."
I focus on his touch, on the warmth of his palm against my skin. The burning sensation between my legs gradually subsides, replaced by a dull ache and a strange fullness that's not entirely unpleasant.
"Okay," I whisper, my hands sliding up his tattooed chest. "I'm ready. You can move."
He studies my face for a moment, as if making sure I'm telling the truth, then slowly—so fucking slowly—pushes deeper. I gasp as he fills me completely, stretching me in ways I've never experienced.
"That's it," he praises, his lips brushing against my forehead. "You feel so fucking good. You were made for my cock."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more of that delicious friction.
"Harder," I demand, my nails digging into his back. "I won't break."
Something dark flashes in his eyes. "Yes, you will," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fucking break you apart and put you back together. They say stars explode, and I’m gonna make you shatter, my sweet little north star."
He pulls out almost completely, then slams back into me, making me scream. The pain is giving way to something else now—a hot, volatile pleasure that radiates from where we're joined.
"Look," he commands, pulling out again.
I glance down and see his cock glistening with my blood and arousal, a sight that should disgust me but instead makes heat flood my core.
"Fuck, Reese," he groans, staring down at himself. "Your blood on my dick. Like I’ve been anointed by you. Marking me as the first, the only." His eyes meet mine, wild and possessive. "This is sacred, do you understand?"
The raw possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around nothing.
"Please," I beg, reaching for him. "I need you back inside me."
He doesn't wait for me to beg twice. His cock pushes back inside me with one smooth thrust, and this time the pain is almost gone, replaced by a fullness that makes me gasp. His eyes never leave mine as he starts to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that has me squirming beneath him.
He lowers himself, pressing his chest against mine, skin to skin with nothing between us. The galaxy of tattoos on his chest rubs against my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Never want anything between us. Just you, always wrapped around me. Bare. Raw. Mine."
His mouth finds my nipple, and I cry out as he sucks it between his teeth. The sharp sting sends lightning straight between my legs, making me clench around him.
"You like that?" he growls against my skin, moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. "Like it when I'm rough with you?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into his mouth.
"Damn fucking right," he growls, his pace becoming punishing, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. "And now I want you to cum all over my dick. Show me how good I make you feel."
"I can't—" I choke out, my body tensing as something builds inside me, a pressure that threatens to tear me apart.
"You can and you will," he demands, his teeth grazing my nipple as he pinches my clit just right. "Cum for me, Reese. Now."
My body obeys before my mind can catch up, pleasure exploding through me like a supernova. I scream his name as my pussy clenches around him, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me until I'm shaking, sobbing, clawing at his back.
"That's it," he praises, still thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it. "So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."
Before I can fully come down, he flips us in one smooth motion, his cock still buried deep inside me. Suddenly I'm on top, straddling him, impaled even deeper than before.
Ramsey settles against the headboard, his hands gripping my waist, blue eyes burning into mine. I'm shaking, still sensitive from my orgasm, my thighs trembling as I try to adjust to this new position. He feels impossibly deeper this way.
"Ride me," he commands, voice rough as gravel. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Show me how badly you want this dick."
I lift myself up experimentally, gasping at the drag of him inside me, before sinking back down. The fullness is overwhelming.
"Fuck," I whimper, bracing my hands on his chest.
"That's it," he encourages, his jaw clenched tight. "Use me, baby girl. Take what you need."
I start moving, awkward at first, trying to find a rhythm. My inexperience must be obvious, but the way Ramsey's looking at me—like I'm the most perfect thing he's ever seen—gives me confidence.
Each time I sink down, he hits spots inside me I didn't know existed. I'm whimpering, my nails digging crescents into his chest.
"You like being on top?" he asks, one hand sliding up to grip my throat lightly. "Like being in control of me?"
I nod, breathless, as I bounce faster on his cock.
"That's cute," he smirks, suddenly thrusting up hard into me. "But we both know who's really in charge here."
"Fuck!" I cry out as he starts meeting each of my downward movements with brutal upward thrusts. My tits bounce with each impact, and his eyes track the movement hungrily.
"Look at you," he growls, his hand moving from my throat to my breast, roughly pinching my nipple. "Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Every time he pounds up into me, I see fucking stars, like the ones tattooed on my wrist. My legs are shaking, muscles burning as I try to match his rhythm.
"I can't—I can't—" I'm babbling now, overwhelmed by the sensations.
"Yes, you fucking can," Ramsey growls, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise. "You're gonna cum on my cock again. Now."
He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down hard. The sudden pressure sends me hurtling over the edge, another hitting me like a fucking freight train.
My pussy clamps down on him, pulsing and squeezing his cock as I come apart.
"That's it, that's it," he hisses through clenched teeth, his rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm gonna cum inside you, fill you up—"
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down on his cock as he thrusts up one final time. I feel him pulsing inside me, his hot cum shooting deep, filling me in thick spurts that make me whimper with how fucking intimate it feels.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," he groans, his head thrown back, veins standing out on his neck as he empties himself inside me.
I collapse against his chest, sweaty and trembling, my face buried in his neck. We're both breathing hard, his heart hammering against mine. I can feel his cum inside me, warm and wet, a strange new sensation that makes me feel weirdly claimed.
After a few minutes of just holding me, he gently lifts me off his cock. I wince at the soreness between my legs as he lays me down next to him, then pulls me against his side.
"I'd clean you up, but I'm fucked up and wanna think about me leaking out of you all night long," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"Oh my GOD, Ramsey," I gasp, lifting my head to stare at him. "Crude much?"
A dark, satisfied smile spreads across his face, his blue eyes glittering with something dangerous. "You have fucking no idea, baby."