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I Won't Say I'm In Love - Ramsay Bolton

"If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that" you sighed, flopping onto your bed as your friend, Donovan Swan, closed the door behind him and sat on the chair beside the bed, he tutted; you were in love with Ramsay Bolton, a man infamous for his torture methods, sick, twisted, vile personality, but you wouldn't admit it.
"Oh, come on" Donovan rolled his eyes, scratched his cheek.
"No, Donovan, no man is worth the aggravation, not even Ramsay" you sighed once more, Donovan rolled his eyes again. He was completely done with you refusing to acknowledge the fact that you were deeply in love with the bastard Bolton. Then again, he was also fed up of Ramsay doing the same.
"If you're referring to who I think you are, that's ancient history, and you know that it's wroth the aggravation. Just admit you love him" Donovan ordered, sighing himself. You rolled your eyes at him.
"Nope, been there, done that, and you know exactly what happened" you grumbled, getting up from the bed and pacing the room, Donovan let out a sigh that was the exact same a parent would when their child was being overdramatic.

"Who'd ya think you're kidding? He's the Earth and heaven to ya" your good friend, Rose, asked as she sat with you on a log in the forest; Ramsay would be there, soon, probably chasing some poor woman with his hounds, so you knew the time you had with Rose was short, as you wouldn't want him to see how you became putty in his hands.
"He's not, Rose! He's... He's... Okay, but he wouldn't want me" you grumbled, unable to lie to your friend, she raised an eyebrow at you.
"And how do you know?" She asked, folding her hands in her lap.
"He's Ramsay Bolton, Rose" you looked away and tried to hide the breaking of your heart; you knew Ramsay wouldn't want to be with you, it was a given that someone like him wouldn't be interested in someone like you.
"So?" Rose said, not only were you in denial about your feelings for Ramsay, most of the time, but you were also in denial about him wanting to be with you - something both Rose and Donovan knew was wrong, as they had had multiple conversations with the bastard, and gained the knowledge that he did, in fact, want you.
"So, there's no point in pestering me about him. Besides, I don't have feelings for him" you told her, Rose shook her head.
"Try to keep it hidden, honey, we can see right through ya" Donovan chuckled as he approached the two of you, he sat on the floor in front of you and raised an eyebrow at Rose, sharing a silent conversation.
"Why don't you just tell him?" Rose asked, you shook your head, and your two friends shook their heads.
"Girl, ya can't conceal it. We know how you're feelin', who you're thinking of, we know you can hardly get the bastard out of your head" Donovan smirked, you rolled your eyes.
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no" you shook your head stubbornly, causing your friends to look at each other and shake their heads.
"Oh come, now, he walks into the room and you swoon, you sigh. Why deny it?" Rose asked, furrowing her brows, you shook your head.
"I won't say I'm in love," you said stubbornly, "I will not admit I love Ramsay Bolton." You furrowed when your friends began holding back their laughter, until you looked around and saw the reason: Ramsay Bolton was stood behind you, a smirk on his lips.
"Lord Bolton" Donovan nodded formally, excusing himself with Rose; they practically ran away, leaving you alone with Ramsay.
"M'Lord" you nodded, swallowing thickly, Ramsay chuckled and licked his lips before sitting where Rose had.
"You should have told me earlier," he smirked, cerulean eyes darkening with lust, "Then I wouldn't have wasted my time to do this." He pressed his lips against yours harshly, you kissed him back and allowed one hand to rest on the nape of his neck whilst the other fisted his unruly curls, he pulled away for a moment and smirked again before delivering another kiss to your lips; Ramsay quickly dominated you, laying you down on the log and resting his hands on either side of your head, his tongue ran along your bottom lip for permission; if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't of bothered to ask for permission, but it was you, which, to him, meant that it wouldn't be right if he didn't ask. And if you denied him? He would simply back off. Nobody else was given that privilege. Only you. You granted him the permission he desperately craved and moaned when he completely consumed you. He took your breath away, his lips were cold, but addictive, and he made your head spin in the most marvellous way.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Ramsay purred in your ear, you nodded, which caused him to chuckle darkly, "Use your words, y/n." Ramsay wanted you to beg for him to take you.
"Yes, Ramsay," you whispered, "Fuck me, please." Ramsay quickly tore your clothes off of you and folded his cloak beneath your head as a makeshift pillow before he undressed himself, his length stood to attention, causing you to bite your lip. His mouth assaulted your neck, leaving hickeys wherever he could, causing you to lean your head against his cloak and moan as your core grew hot and wet, Ramsay smirked and teased your entrance with his tip.
"So wet," Ramsay growled, slowly entering you, you gasped and he stilled, waiting for you to adjust, "You feel so good." He grinned, thrusting into you harshly, you gasped out in sheer ecstasy and bucked your hips into his, your nails dug into his back as harshly as he thrusted into you; Ramsay let out a primal grunt as he slammed harshly into you once more.
"Oh gods, Ramsay" you gasped out, soon finding your rhythm with him; Ramsay pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, one of which was icy, but had you melting nonetheless, he delivered another rough thrust and you moaned into his mouth, which only drove him to do it again, and again, until the two of you were on edge.
"Say you're mine" he demanded, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slightly gentler, you could feel your release sneaking up on you, and you let out a loud groan.
"I'm," you meweled, unable to form the words as your release tore through you, "Yours, Ramsay." At that moment, you felt Ramsay's seed spill inside of you as your juices soaked him; he grunted out your name, and you cried out his.
"That was a lot better than I had expected" Ramsay panted with a breathy laugh, he pulled out and helped you get dressed before he did so himself, you blushed furiously, as your legs felt weak beneath you.
"Can you... Can you help me up?" You asked shyly, Ramsay laughed proudly and helped you stand up from the log, he caught you in his arms when you stumbled over.
"We need to do this again" he whispered in your ear, you bit your lip and nipped at his earlobe, causing him to suppress a groan.
"That we do." You whispered back.

Over the course of a month, you and Ramsay continued to sleep together, each time having you both slowly become more comfortable with each other until you trusted him more than Rose or Donovan; you even shared his chambers with him like a husband and wife would. There was a small problem, however: you still wouldn't admit you loved him. It caused many arguments between the two of you, which often ended with you both in bed, sometimes it ended with him storming away, only to come back covered in blood and refusing to talk to you.
"Tell me, now, y/n," Ramsay began one day, looking you dead in the eyes, chaining your feet to the spot with his arctic eyes, filled with anger, "Do you love me?" You bit your lip.
"No" you said, looking down at your feet, you didn't want to admit it for fear of what would happen. Ramsay rolled his eyes, let out a frustrated sigh, and licked his lips.
"You're lying" he spat, stalking toward you, with each step he took, you took one back, and soon your back was against the wall, no escape in sight, Ramsay put his hands on either side of your head, trapping you.
"And what would happen if I said yes?" You asked, looking anywhere but his eyes, Ramsay sighed deeply.
"Y/n, look at me," he ordered, your eyes met his in an intense stare, "If you admit it, then you will be mine. Completely."
"But will you be mine?" You felt his breath as he laughed, not at you, but at your words.
"Am I not already?" He asked, voice laced with an odd hurt, it unsettled him, and he found himself wishing for it to leave his bones.
"I don't know, are you?" You challenged, if he wasn't going to admit it, then you weren't either.
"You, y/n," he let out a chuckle, "Already know the answer, my dear."
"Do I?" You felt brave, so you put a hand on his chest and walked until his back was against the wall, he smirked, licking his lips again.
"Of course you do" his smirk grew when you planted your hands on either side of his head, you tilted your head and suppressed your own smirk.
"Remind me, Bolton" you imitated his chuckle, which caused him to grin and tilt his head.
"Yes, I am, yours, y/n, completely" he purred, planting a kiss to your neck, you resisted the urge to press your lips against his.
"Well, in that case, I'm all yours" you told him, Ramsay shook his head.
"Say you love me" he smirked again; you never wanted to admit you loved him, but you had to.
"I love you, you sick bastard." You admitted at last, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips.