Ramsey stays silent and yet I have my answer. Setup or not, my father did approve the retaliation that caused Lynch’s death.
None of this sits well with me and I swallow hard to push for the core of the issue. “Like I said, my father never wanted to be in business with Bane and had a solid partnership with Lynch. A sane person would confront the accused party first, right? Why didn’t he call your father?”
“That would be club business,” Ramsey grunts and stands. “Come on, let’s get you settled.”
Settled? What the hell does he mean? He holds out his hand but I keep rooted in my seat. If he thinks I’m going back to the basement, he’s got another thing coming.
“Fine, don’t cooperate,” he mutters underneath his breath and grabs my arm to pull me to my feet.
Brodie opens the door and follows us through the hall until Ramsey stops at a door to pull out a key. He opens it and pushes me inside.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Ramsey grunts and I expect him to lock me in but to my surprise he was talking to Brodie and locks the both of us inside the room.
“What’s going to happen now?” I ask and cross my arms in front of my chest.
The dress doesn’t give any warmth and the adrenaline spike of the chain of events is wearing me down, along with Dara’s death, and my mother unconscious and now hopefully at the hospital. I still have no clue if she’s really there or if she’s still alive.
Ramsey slowly shakes his head. “Club business,” he says once more.
I grind my teeth and decide to ignore him as I take in the room. Weirdly enough this one doesn’t have a window. There’s a king size bed, some cabinets sitting alongside the wall, a TV, and a door leading to what looks like a bathroom.
“You can borrow one of my shirts and sweatpants if you want to change and take a shower. I could ask one of the club whores to give you some of their clothes but I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”
Disgust fills me and I don’t know why it affects me the way it does because I know very well these bikers have a load of women available to them at all times. He’s mentioned as much when he said his father didn’t need to rape Dara because he had enough variety of pussy if he wanted it.
“No need for judgement. They love taking cock any which way they can have it: it’s a mutual agreement. And before you start to ramble about your honor and shit? Think about how the mafia men in your world fuck around on their wives, huh? Keeping a mistress or two for the kinky side of fucking and saving the wife for status and popping out the necessary kids. While here? We fucking respect the woman who becomes our old lady. No fucking way would we plunge our cock in a stray cunt when we have our one and only at home. How’s that for respect and a stark contradiction, huh?” he practically spits. “But since you keep asking what’s going to happen, I will spill some of it.”
He takes a menacing step forward. If he thinks he’s going to scare me he’s got another thing coming. I might have had a weak moment when the news of Dara’s death hit me like a freight train, but I’m pulling myself together.
And by no means am I compliant because of the information I just spilled. I’m not a rat and only took it upon myself to help two parties unwillingly thrown into a war because of Bane’s selfish reasons. I had to try and salvage a connection. Not for myself, but to save my mother, my father, and my brothers.
I hold my ground but it only seems to please him when he leans in and cups the back of my neck to hold me in place. “You’re not going anywhere ’cause you’re going to stay right here. And your days as a virgin are going to end very soon.”
I hold his stare and try not to be affected by his words. And in reality, I’m not since it’s to be expected. There is no honor between enemies and I’m a simple pawn he’s holding, one he can break to cause irreparable damage to my father.
“Well, I guess you should bring the clothes of your whores then, since you’re going to be passing me around until I’m either broken or dead, whichever comes first and pleases you enough for the retaliation you seek,” I sneer.
He leans in close and places his mouth next to my ear. “I’ll take your suggestion under advisement.”
I swallow hard and before I can so much as push him away, he steps back. His eyes slide over my body and I’m about to sneer some more but I gasp instead when his hands are suddenly on my breasts as he grabs two fistfuls of fabric and rips the dress from my body.
The fabric falls to the ground while I process the shock of what just happened. I should cover myself but then again he’s probably expecting my shame and embarrassment; wanting the shock due to the degrading assault. So, instead I curl my hands into fists and let the anger and disgust flow through me as I pin him with a hard stare.
His inked hand reaches out to cup my face but I turn away. One of his fingers lands on the swell of my breasts. “No matching underwear and a sexy as fuck lace thong, huh? Quite the contradiction to a classy, stuck-up mafia princess. You can be all fierce and be revolted by my hands on you, but soon enough you will be begging for my cock.”
“Never,” I growl.
His laughter overtakes the room before the air rushes from my lungs when he throws me on the bed, his body is hovering over me the next instant. His callused fingers slide into my panties and he keeps staring at me while he strokes my folds.
I can feel my own eyes widen, shocked by his blunt actions but also due to the heat lighting up my body. A gasp slips past my lips and a moan threatens to tumble out but I quickly shut my mouth when I see the self-assured smirk slide across his face.
I know it’s useless, though. The rush of wetness coating his fingers is all he needs to know that my body is welcoming his touch. I let my eyes fall shut, overtaken by the tingles of electricity this man is causing to flow through me by strumming my clit and softly teasing my opening with the tip of his finger.
“Eyes,” Ramsey growls. “On me. Now.”
The sharp pinch on my folds causes for me to yell, “Fuck!” and pin him with an angry look.
“That’s it, little firefly. Eyes on me,” he rumbles in approval.
Anger fills my body and I want to back away from his touch but when his thumb starts to rub my clit in slow circles, all there’s left to do is push toward the pleasure that’s building. In this moment there is no pain, no grief, no enemy, nothing else but oblivion where my body is floating on pending bliss.
“Give it to me,” a husky voice filled with lust rumbles on a hot breath next to my ear and I willingly surrender.
White hot pleasure overtakes my body as I curl my spine and moan through my release. He keeps prolonging the bliss coursing through me and I don’t know if I can take any more. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
I might be a virgin but I’m not completely oblivious to sex. I’ve read enough romance books, know how to research the internet, and experimented with my own fingers. But this? An orgasm skillfully ripped from my body? An earthshattering moment in my life. And I love it.
Shame instantly overtakes me. How can I even think such a thing? Not to mention, I let Ramsey put his fingers between my legs while I’m not even fighting him off. As if I’m paralyzed by my own actions. I can only watch how Ramsey lifts himself up as he takes his hand out of my panties.