Chapter 33 Willow
WILLOW
The bed is soft 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.
“Don’t hide from us,” Ransom murmurs, dropping his head to mouth at my neck. “You don’t ever get to hide from us. We see all of you, angel. We know you. You’re ours.”
He’s right on top of me now, his body between my legs, his hands braced on either side of my head.
I can feel the hardness of his cock, thick and bare, right at my entrance, and he punctuates that promise by driving inside me hard and fast.
My back arches when he slams into me, and my moan feels like it’s almost ripped out of me. My whole body feels like it’s being burned alive, but it feels… good.
It feels so fucking good.
Malice and Victor are still there, still watching, and they can see everything as Ransom fucks me. Their eyes are hungry, and they look the way I feel.
Desperate for more.
I shiver and shake under Ransom, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my climax. I can feel it, threatening to drag me under, and I don’t fight it. I give in to the tide of pleasure that’s growing, moaning Ransom’s name, clutching at him as he fucks me harder, his body slamming into mine.
My orgasm is right there, so close I can taste it, and—
I jerk awake, breathing hard.
My heart is pounding, and the same heat I was dreaming about pulses through my entire body. It burns between my legs especially, making my clit throb, and I realize with a rush of embarrassment that I’m on the verge of coming.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to get my thoughts together and get ahold of myself. I’ve had sex dreams before, but never any that intense. And never about a man—or rather, men—that I know.
I’m still so turned on from it, as if every atom in my body is alive and charged with need.
My core clenches over and over, echoing the almost frantic beating of my heart, and I take deep breaths, trying to shake it off.
But memories of the dream cling to my mind like burrs, flashes of images and sensations making it impossible to tame the arousal flooding my limbs.
At this point, it wouldn’t take much to push myself that last bit over the edge, and I slowly start to slide one hand down under the covers, reaching for the ache between my legs.
I’m desperate to relieve some of this tension, to get it out of my system, but before I can touch myself, Ransom’s sleep heavy voice rumbles from behind me.
“Someone’s being naughty.”
I freeze, my eyes flaring wide. Oh shit.
I’m suddenly more aware than ever that he’s right behind me, his body pressed up against mine. I can feel the heat from his muscled frame blazing against my back, and his breath ghosts over my neck as he scoots even closer.
“What were you dreaming about?” Ransom murmurs, his nose dipping into the hollow between my neck and shoulder.
“I…”
My cheeks flame, and the words stick in my throat.
I have no idea how to say, I was dreaming about you fucking me while your brothers watched.
That’s just… weird. Or it should be. But then I remember how Vic and I watched Malice fuck that girl, and it didn’t seem to faze him at all. So maybe they really are that close.
My head is spinning with thoughts, going around and around in circles. Behind me, Ransom chuckles, clearly not bothered that I haven’t answered him yet.
“It’s kind of cute that you’re feeling all shy about it now,” he says. “It must have been some dream. Was it about me?”
I lick my lips, unable to stop myself from nodding.
“Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere,” he teases. “Was it just about me?”
For a split second, I think about lying and saying it was. Somehow, that feels less terrifying than admitting the truth, but before I can stop it, my honest reply slips out.
“No. Not just you.”
Ransom makes a noise in his throat. “Hmm, I see. Malice was there, I’m guessing. There’s all that tension between you two, even though he tries to deny it.”
In my head, I can hear Ransom’s words from last night, telling Malice to just admit that he wants me.
It makes my heart pound even harder, real-life memories of the kiss we shared mixing with memories from the dream.
That does nothing to cool down the arousal that’s still curling in my belly, and my thighs clench.
“Was Vic there too?” Ransom asks curiously, and I flush deeply as I nod again.
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.
“Why are you 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.
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel his gaze on me, watching, taking it all in. And even though I know Malice and Victor aren’t here, it’s as if my thinking about them too hard has summoned their dream selves to stand against the wall and watch their brother take me apart.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “I’m so—Ransom, I can’t—”
I can’t even get out full sentences anymore, so overcome by the pleasure. It’s filling me up, burning in my belly and bleeding outward, overtaking everything else.
“Are you going to come for me?” Ransom asks as his fingers find my swollen clit again.
I nod wildly, too overcome for words.
“Good.” His voice is a low burn. “Then open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me when you come.”
My eyes fly open and immediately find his face. His ocean blue irises are dark with desire, and he’s staring down at me intently, like he’s trying to memorize me.
When I look down my body, I can see his hand shoved beneath the waistband of my pants, and the sight makes it all feel more real. Almost involuntarily, my gaze flicks to the corner of the room, just to make sure the phantom eyes I felt on me were really all in my head.
No one is there, and Ransom flicks my clit lightly, sending a burst of sensation through me and snapping my attention back to him as I fly apart. The orgasm explodes inside me, euphoria shooting through my limbs all the way to my fingers and toes.
“So fucking beautiful,” Ransom breathes.
He doesn’t look away for a second, drinking in the sight of me as I writhe and shake on the bed, coming undone with gasps and soft cries.
It feels so good, and he works me through it, making the pleasure seem to last longer than it ever has before when I’ve touched myself. I forget how to breathe for a few long moments, and my vision goes blurry around the edges until I manage to suck in a deep, sharp gasp.
When I finally go limp and flop against the bed, Ransom drags his fingers out of my pants. He licks them one by one, gazing down at me the whole time.
“Mm,” he hums, a grin curving his lips. “I knew you would taste as sweet as you look. Tart like cherry pie, and silky like cream. Fucking delicious.”
My cheeks go impossibly redder at that, and my heart thuds as I stare up at him, unable to look away.
As another small aftershock quakes through my body, it hits me in a rush that I was wrong before. I’m not just falling down the rabbit hole.
I’m all the way at the bottom of it, already so much deeper than I ever meant to go.