Ramon Facesitting Novels & Stories

Dark hair, sharp jawline, that same calm expression that always made him look like he knew more than he said. Ramon. Her stomach tightened, not in pain, not in fear… but in irritation. Sharp and immediate. Of all places. Of all nights. Her first instinct was to look away, pretending she hadn’t seen him. She didn’t want her evening touched by him in any way. She didn’t want his presence connected to this moment, to this achievement. But it was too late. Frank spotted her. His face lit up, and he lifted his hand in greeting before leaning slightly toward Ramon, saying something to him. Ramon followed his gaze.

Somewhat in between my thinking, he stopped pacing, and now his eyes are on me, following every move of mine, which is not much, except me only flinching from his gaze or any movement. After a few minutes of tense silence, rubbing his face, Ramon takes a seat beside me, I flinch a little but tried my best to not let him see it, scared that anything might scare him. But he noticed his face fell, and for a moment I felt a little bad but then, I wanted to think nothing. And kept quiet. Ramon took my hands in his that was resting on my cheek, and then rubbed my cheeks where he slapped. " I am sorry. "

And there was Ramon. He was sitting in one of the chairs in Rhodes's waiting room, his head in his hands, his entire body radiating tension and misery. He looked like he hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, hadn't done anything but suffer since I'd left. When he heard the door open, his head snapped up. Our eyes met. And for just a moment, everything else fell away. The hurt, the anger, the complicated truth—all of it faded into the background as I looked at my mate.

Ramona eyelashes flickered as she slowly opened it to see Sebastian sitting on a stool in front of her. She's lying on her bed in her room. She tried looking away when Sebastian held her wrist, squeezing it gently as he locked her fingers into his. “What happened? Who did you talk to? What made you faint? Ramona, are you fine? Is someone threatening you, a….” “One question at time, Sebastian. I'm fine, I just need some rest, my body is stressed out” Ramona cut him off, and he looked into her eyes.

He shook his head, returning my gaze with a reassuring smile. "If anything happens to me," I muttered, my face morphing into a glare, "I'm haunting your soul for the rest of your life." Good thing you're immortal." "Begin!" Ramon said and sat down. Before I could even turn away to focus my attention on what mattered, I felt the impact of a heavy blow against my stomach. The sound echoed in the arena, and I was sure some of the crowd could feel it too. However, rather than doubling down in pain, I was stunned for two reasons.

She grunted and stretched out comfortably. He smiled, eyes hooded as he sneered, “Things not going as planned with the Big Bad Boss, eh sis?’ Ramona sat up but he gripped her ankle and urged her silently to relax. With a sigh, she settled back, her eyes half closed as she studied him. “What happened to your face, Dante?’ she purred and he scowled. ‘Run into a wall or something?’ she taunted. He shoved her foot off his lap furiously and glared at her.

Allison behind him. He smiles cockily at Eric and I. "Good afternoon, lady and gentleman." Eric greets back. I don't. I'm restless and my heart is suddenly racing so fast. And then I have this weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. Ramon asks abruptly, "Can I please join your table?" Eric nods. "Yes, sure Mr. Lawrence." He sits right next to me and then Ms. Allison sits right next to Eric. Does this bitch have to follow Ramon around?

Ramona defended. "Whatever. So deal or not?" Dimitri asked, stretching his hand forward. They were standing in front of the screen door leading to the backyard. Ramona looked out and her lips curved into a small smile. "Deal." She answered. ***[]*** Elsewhere, in a place far far away from Ramona and her family, a man wearing all black was pacing up and down the room. The man's features were set in a visible frown. He had a long scar that ran from his ear down to the side of his mouth that only made him look even more intimidating.

Magnus was stunned. The man looked like he had gone through hell. Yet Ramon said he looked untouched. Magnus lowered his head immediately. Ramon pulled out a chair and sat down directly opposite the man. Then he simply watched him. The room became silent. The man shifted uncomfortably in his chair and looked away. He couldn't maintain eye contact. Not with Ramon. Finally, Ramon broke the silence. "Are you willing to talk, or should we end this immediately?" His voice was calm.

You don't want me. Ramon expels a slight grunt after a particularly low strike to the gut. I have him bound and hanging by his arms from a metal chain connected to a rafter about sixteen feet above us. His legs gave out hours ago. The damage to his shoulder sockets is something he won't need to worry about. With an oath, I pull my next punch and lift his head by the hair. His eyes are almost swollen shut. "Names?" I huff into his face and click past another image in my mind.