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Can’t Be Bought II (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Hey guys this is the final part! I don’t foresee myself doing any more Ransom fics, but who knows. I hope you all enjoy this!

WARNINGS: NON-CON! {IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}

Summary: You’ve gotten a job at the infamous Thrombey mansion with the help of your best friend Marta. It isn’t perfect, but it pays well. Your only true complaint takes the form of one Ransom Drysdale who seems to have had a problem with you from day one.

You were on edge as you wiped down the counter, uncharacteristically quiet as Fran worked around you. You could feel her eyes on you every now and again, but you pretended not to notice. You knew that she wanted to talk to you about your strange behavior but figured that she was just giving you space…or waiting for the right time to approach you. You dreaded the latter.

It had been two weeks since that night. The night that Ransom had given you a ride home, but not without pulling off to the side of the road to have his way with you first. Then again in your own bed when he dropped you off at home. You swallowed, recalling the way his hands pinned you down as he fucked you into your mattress, tainting what was once your only sanctuary.

You’d woken up the next morning feeling worse than you’d ever had in your life. Sore spots littered your neck from where he’d paid too much attention, and your hips and thighs fared no better. You didn’t know what to do, and in the end, you’d decided to do nothing. You remembered his threats from that night, and you knew they weren’t empty. He could very much ruin you.

You’d spent the last two weeks on autopilot, going to class like nothing had happened. Everything had almost seemed normal until the Thrombeys wanted you to come by last week to work for their party. You’d declined, an excuse of the flu popping out before you could stop yourself. Linda had seemed sympathetic, but you knew she was more upset they’d be down a set of hands more than anything. It had killed you to feign sick, because you needed the money.

That was how you found yourself present tonight. You desperately needed the money, and you couldn’t avoid this place forever unless you wanted to lose your job. And losing your job would do no good, because….

“Whatever you try, I’m going to have you, so make this easy on yourself, (Y/N).”

You sighed, washing your hands as you prepared to get the table ready for tonight.

“(Y/N), can you take these upstairs?”

You turned, watching in horror as Fran walked back into the kitchen with two luggage bags. The family was celebrating Meg’s birthday, so the house was going to be full and lively all weekend. Almost every member of the family had arrived, all except one. You swallowed as you recognized that luggage and took a step forward just as you heard a familiar voice booming from the living room.

With a strained smile, you nodded and swiftly grabbed the bags. You ignored Fran’s worried gaze as you hurried up the stairs, hoping to get upstairs and back down to the kitchen before you ran into anyone you didn’t want to. With a huff, you dropped them in the room Ransom always stayed in whenever he came over. You remembered the one time Jacob had tried to claim the room, and Ransom had almost pushed him down the stairs.

You turned to rush back downstairs only to yelp in shock as you almost collided with a familiar face. You stumbled back, pressing a hand to your chest as you stared at him. Your eyes were wide, lips pressed together as he smirked at you. He was wearing a thick, cream cable knit sweater, looking as put together and inviting as ever. You knew better though. His eyes always told a different story.

“(Y/N),” he greeted, eyes running over you in a way that made you shudder.

You simply nodded at him, clenching your jaw as you made your way towards the door. He caught your arm as you tried to walk past him, face only inches away from your own as he pulled you towards him.

“Where were you last week?”

His voice was hard, eyebrows furrowed as he frowned down at you. You tugged your arm, but his grip was unrelenting.

“I was sick,” you murmured, the lie coming out easily enough.

He raised on eyebrow in that condescending way that always annoyed you.

“…sick?”

“Yes, the flu. I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” you bit out.

He hummed, one hand reaching up to brush along your waist.

“Do we need to get you a flu shot? I wouldn’t want you to get sick again,” he calmly replied, and you knew that he knew you were lying.

You looked away from his dark gaze, attempting to free yourself again.

“No,” you said, pulling on your arm still.

He ignored your struggles, stepping towards you until you were forced to back up.

“My bags must have been heavy,” he started, sliding his hand from your waist and to your shoulder, kneading the flesh there.

A panic began to rise in your chest as you pushed against him, but it was futile. You felt your back graze the wall behind you, and your heart sank to your stomach.

“Ransom, I’m working,” you hissed.

“It’s hilarious that you think I care,” he sneered, pressing his lips against yours.

You turned your head with a gasp, fighting to grab his hand as it made its way beneath your shirt.

“Stop it,” you snapped, although it came out more as a plea.

His hand suddenly had yours in a painful grip, and you whimpered as the other came up to squeeze your jaw. His eyes were cold, determined as he glared at you.

“You do as I say, remember? I own you…”

He jostled your chin, pressing you further into the wall.

“You’re lucky I’m being discreet. With that stunt you pulled last week, I should fuck you for my whole family to hear,” he spat.

“Ransom-.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you weren’t sick,” he said just before pressing his lips to the skin of your neck.

You screwed your eyes shut, bucking against him as he pressed his teeth down, drawing a gasp from you. His fingers drew patterns against your skin, and you shook when his fingers danced along the edge of your jeans.

You were worried that Fran would come looking for you soon, and you didn’t know how you would explain this to her. You didn’t get a chance to protest again because soon his lips were on yours again. He let go of your wrist, pressing his thumb against your neck as he slid his hand down the front of your pants. Fortunately for you, a noise came from the door just before his fingers brushed along your underwear.

Ransom pulled away, and your eyes widened when you saw none other than Jacob standing in the open doorway. His mouth was parted, smartphone in hand, as he looked over you two in disgust.

“What-?”

You never got to hear what he had to say because you took the distraction as a moment to slip from Ransom’s grasp. You maneuvered your way out of his wandering hand as he reached out to you, rushing past Jacob without a backwards glance.

You had somehow managed to avoid Ransom for the rest of the evening. You weren’t sure what he’d told Jacob, but you were grateful for it because the teenage Nazi hadn’t said a word about what he saw, nor did he hardly acknowledge you. For a while, you thought that luck was on your side, and you’d get to go home without dealing with Ransom for the rest of the night.

Then the rain came. Not only that, but the rain brought the thunder and lightning and heavy winds with it. You gulped as you clutched your coat in your hand, looking outside of the window forlornly.

“Jesus, it’s really coming down out there, huh?” Richard mused, nursing a brandy.

You eyed the brown liquid, remembering that night before suddenly glancing away. Your throat was thick with worry as you prepared yourself to drive in that.

“It’s…it’s not that bad,” you argued, pulling your coat on.

It was then that Linda stepped out of the kitchen, a frown on her face, and you cursed.

“Oh, (Y/N) honey, no. You can’t go out in that! It’s insane out there,” she said, reaching out to help you out of your jacket.

You stepped away, tugging it closed.

“It’s really not that bad. It’s just…drizzling,” you poorly argued with a chuckle.

At that moment, a particularly bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, accompanied by a rumble of thunder.

“No, sweetie, she’s right. It’s like…a monsoon out there. You can’t go out there. It’s way too dangerous,” Joni drawled.

In your peripheral, you saw a figure come to stand in the doorway of the living room. You glanced over, eyes connecting with those of Ransom as he folded his arms over his chest, staring you down. You nervously looked away just as Meg approached.

“I have to get home-.”

“(Y/N), don’t be ridiculous. Just stay the night here. You’re going to be working here all weekend, anyway,” Meg said with a shrug, reaching for your coat.

This time you were unsuccessful, and she slipped it off of you as you swallowed, heart pounding in your chest at the feel of familiar eyes boring into you.

“Guys, I can’t-.”

“Nonsense! Meg’s right. You should totally just stay the night here. We have plenty of rooms in this big ole place,” Joni waved you off.

You fought to keep your eyes off of Ransom as he watched the whole exchange. No doubt, with a smirk in his face.

“I…I don’t have any clothes,” you protested with a shrug.

Meg rolled her eyes, tugging on your arm.

“You can just borrow something of mine,” she argued.

You bit your lip, glancing at Ransom again, unsurprised to find him still staring at you. Only he wasn’t smirking like you had originally thought. His lips were pressed together, eyes focused on you with a carnal hunger that terrified you. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him, sick to your stomach. You were officially out of arguments.

“Okay,” you murmured, and Meg beamed as she pulled you towards her room.

You shut the door behind you with a sigh, turning to lock it when your eyes widened. There was no lock on the door. Your lips trembled, lashes fluttering before you took a deep breath and turned around. You dragged your hands down your face as you fought off tears.

You prayed that, miraculously, you’d be left alone tonight. You were hopeful, but not naïve. If Ransom was bold enough to try and have sex with you while his family was downstairs, you knew he’d have no qualms about doing the same while they were all asleep.

You laid in bed for what felt like hours, preparing yourself and waiting. In reality, it could have only been an hour at the most. Your nerves were on end, just wanting to get the whole disgusting ordeal over with, but after a while sleep started to come for you. You tried to fight it, but eventually told yourself that maybe Jacob walking in on the two of you had spooked Ransom. Maybe he didn’t want to chance it…

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you were pulled back into consciousness, it was by the feel of familiar lips wrapping around your hardened bud. It took you a while to get your bearings, to truly understand what was happening. There was a fire in between your legs, stroked by long fingers, a weight pressing into you.

You groaned, turning your head and blindly reaching out to push against the weight when your hands were suddenly caught in an iron grip. You awoke with a start, eyes widening as you finally put the pieces together. You hissed when he pressed his hips against yours, realizing with a fright that you were naked. The oversized t-shirt that Meg had found for you was thrown somewhere, leaving Ransom as your only source of warmth as he caged in in against the mattress.

Before you could speak, his lips descended over your own, smothering them in a heated kiss. You squirmed when the head of his cock brushed against your heated core. You shuddered, the sensitivity of it shooting straight through you, and you wondered how long he’d been in here.

“I was looking forward to seeing you last weekend,” he whispered into the darkness.

“I was-.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “It’s insulting.”

Just then, a flash of lightning lit up the room, showcasing his hard features and you cringed away from the sinister look in his eyes.

“I should fuck your ass raw, you know that?”

You started struggling again, but his grip was firm.

“…but I won’t. I’ll let it slide. I was a bit rough with you…but you just drive me crazy,” he groaned, leaning down to trail his lips along your shoulder.

You stared up at the ceiling, resigned to your fate as he began to push himself inside of you.

“I bid my time, and now I finally have you. You’re mine, (Y/N). Do you understand that?”

A gasp escaped your lips when he shoved himself to the hilt, thighs pressing into yours as you turned your head away.

“I expect you to be here whenever we need you. No more lies, no more excuses. The next time you claim you’re too sick to work, I’ll just have to come and check on you myself,” he threatened, thrusting inside of you.

You squeezed your eyes shut when the room lit up again, the visual of him hovering over you burned into your brain. He finally let go of your wrists, leaning over until his bare chest pressed against your own, hands pulling on your hair as he panted into your ear.

You didn’t like this angle. The brushes against your clit were sending fire through your veins, toes curling and teeth clenching as you fought off the pleasure. Your head was pulled back as his hips kept your pinned to the bed. You could hardly move, only able to dig your nails into his side as he fucked you into the soft mattress.

How could you ever think that Ransom wasn’t capable of…this? How could you have been so naïve that night? In all the time you’d known him, Ransom had never done a single thing out of the kindness of his heart. He liked having power over a people, a hold over them, and since that first day you’d met him, you had refused to give him any sort of power. But Ransom was just the type to take it.

A strangled moan slipped past your lips as you felt your climax approaching. Ransom heard it, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke.

“That’s it, (Y/N). Accept it…”

You fought against it, reaching in between you two to push him away, but he wasn’t having that. He gripped both of your wrists, sitting up as he pressed them against your stomach while his other hand found a home on your throat. He picked up his pace, and you whimpered, attempting to press your thighs together, feet pushing against his hips.

“Come on, (Y/N). Don’t be like that… Just accept it and make both of our lives so much easier,” he urged.

Your chest was heaving, legs trembling as he pounded into you.

“I can make you feel like this all the time,” he growled. “Just me, and no one else.”

You pulled against his harsh grip, gasping when he slammed into you, balls slapping against your skin. He finally let your hands go, only to press his own into the base of your spine, arching your back up as he bent down and sank his teeth into the skin of your chest. You thrashed against him, trembling in his arms as your orgasm hit you like truck. You bit your lip hard enough to hurt, nails dragging down his arms, a low hiss escaping him as he emptied himself inside of you.

Your legs were still shaking when he lowered you down to the mattress, harsh breaths in sync with your own. He suddenly chuckled, pressing open mouth kisses to your dewy skin. His hands were tight on your waist as his mouth descended. Another flash brightened the room, just as your eyes connected with his.

“You’ll come around. I have all the time in the world to fuck you into submission.”

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