Chapter 22 #3
“It was my life, Ledger. I had built it myself and I was figuring things out! YOU STOLE THAT—” she pauses her yelling, glancing toward the door.
When she looks back at me, she leans forward and hisses quietly.
“All you had to do was ask me to move here. I would’ve taken a job at the local hospice facility or hospital or whatever.
You didn’t have to take everything from me. ”
She points the tip of the knife at my face.
“You put me, Dad, and the men under this roof in danger with your decision.”
More than anything, this is what I have to apologize for. I never wanted Blair to truly be in danger. Once I’m out of this mess, I will fix it.
I nod, acknowledging my mistake.
This seems to please Blair a little.
Her pussy spasms around my cock as she lowers the knife to point it at my chest. My dick swells impossibly harder in response. Blair pissed off and holding a knife, with her pussy wrapped tightly around me, while her arousal soaks my pants is the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of.
I should be worried about the knife.
And I am.
I’m also a little concerned about the wild glint flaring to life in Blair’s eyes that overpowers the rage that had been in there just seconds ago.
But fuck, she’s never looked hotter.
“You took my life from me. It’s only fair I do the same to you. So, I’m taking yours and making it mine. You belong to me, Ledger.”
The tip of her blade sinks into my right pec.
My mistake—I should’ve been more worried about the knife. The fiery hot pain is excruciating. I manage to choke down a scream but just barely. I’m breathing heavily by the time the straight line is completed.
Blair laughs and her pussy grows even wetter. She bears down on my erection as she leans forward to make another cut. I fight against the restraints keeping me in place.
Holy shit.
I send up a prayer that I live through whatever else she has planned.
Blair finishes this line quickly. This time it’s a curved one attached to the upper half of the line she’s already made.
She barely gives me a chance to catch my breath before she’s carving into my chest again.
When she’s done, there’s an upper case ‘B’ carved into my right pec.
Blair laughs again.
When she looks up at me, I know right away I’m dealing with Blair fucking Shelmore—Anchor’s daughter. The dark emptiness in her eyes is the same look Anchor gets when he’s about to kill someone. It’s the retreat of their soul so that they can get a job done.
“I’m going to make this so deep—” she murmurs, staring at her work, “—that the scars will last a lifetime.”
With that, she gets to cutting again.
I make it to the end of the upper case ‘A’ before I can’t stop myself from screaming. The pain is incredible, breathtaking, and unavoidable. Blair wasn’t lying about making her cuts deep. Sweat pours into my eyes as I breathe heavily through my nose.
It’s not until the ‘R’ is done and Blair drops the knife that I realize, during her carving session, Blair was rocking on my cock once more.
She tilts her head back and cums again around me.
Her pussy clamps down on me tighter than ever before.
Her whole body shimmies and shakes as she falls apart for the third fucking time.
By the time her orgasm is over, she’s sweating and out of breath.
She sags forward, resting her head on my shoulder.
“You’re mine, Ledger. I doubt you’ll be forgetting anytime soon,” she chuckles, clearly pleased with herself.
Yes… yours.
I’m done fighting this.
I tore her world apart, not to be romantic like Santi suggests, but to feed an iniquitous, malevolent being that she created in me.
It was greedy.
It coveted.
It plotted and schemed.
I fed that thing inside of me, little by little, giving in to some of those ideas it showed me. I’d hoped that by working together, this thing would finally give me some reprieve. For years, I thought I’d been split in half; me and it.
Turns out, this darker part of me has been me the whole time.
Now that I’ve accepted its presence, I can see this is exactly what I’ve wanted: to be Blair’s.
To have her in ways I was afraid of before.
Consequences be damned, including what this will mean when I have to face Anchor again way down the line.
I’m all in. I’ll make this up to her. Somehow, I’ll hunt down Dixie and kill the threat he is to her and I’ll find Anchor.
Then I’ll help her build a real life here.
Whatever she wants, it’s hers—as long as she’s mine.
There’s a faint tremor rushing through me as the sharp pain of her branding turns dull now that the cutting is finally done. The only thing more acute than the new, bleeding cuts in my flesh is how sickeningly pleased I am to finally give in to my darkest temptation.
It’s the possession in her voice.
The way she’s claimed me.
There’s nothing hotter than this—Blair letting go of her inhibitions and morals. This is who she really is. And her darkness calls to mine. I groan as my hips flex. I want to throw her to the ground and fuck into her until there’s a permanent imprint of my cock embedded inside her pussy.
There’s no going back now. She’s let out my darkness and it’s seeking to answer hers.
Blair glances down at her work. “Let’s make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
She gets to work cleaning up the blood running down my chest. Then she starts to stitch them.
They aren’t pretty stitches. No, that would be too kind.
If the depth of the cuts didn’t guarantee scarring, the stitches most certainly will.
These are jagged and ugly—just like the darker sides of both of us.
When she’s done, she bandages the letters.
The tape to keep the gauze down gets trapped in my chest hair, and I have a sinking suspicion Blair knows that as she really tapes me up good.
Great, something to look forward to when I try to rip all this off.
She tosses the roll of tape and extra gauze down when she’s done and looks back at me. The emptiness is still there in her eyes and that concerns me. Blair reaches up and cups my cheek gingerly. Without a word, she leans forward and kisses my mouth, gag and all.
With a sigh, Blair pulls away and climbs off my lap. The minute she’s no longer wrapped around me, I balk. What the fuck? She’s going to leave me hanging? After all of that?
Doesn’t she understand that I get it? I’ve fucked up. I can admit that now. I want to make this better. I want to chase that emptiness out of her eyes.
Blair bends down to pick up the shirt she arrived in and slips it on.
“The next time I see you one of two things needs to happen,” she drawls without looking at me.
“You can either stop being a coward and kill me yourself instead of letting Dixie have all the fun so this is no longer dragged out for all of us, or…” Her head lifts to meet my eyes.
“You’ll fuck me with that look of madness in your eyes right now.
You got two choices, pick which one feels the most right for you, got it? ”
With that, she heads for the door.
Wait.
No.
She can’t just leave me here, not after all of this!
“Blair!” I try to call out but she ignores me as she walks over to the secret door and opens it just enough for her to slip through.
“You guys can help him up to his room. We’re done chatting. Wes?”
“Here, baby girl.”
“I’m spending the night with you.”
Rhett and Santi slip into the room, eyeing me up with curiosity. Humiliation burns in my cheeks as they both grin down at me.
“Huh, looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament,” Santi muses with a dark chuckle. “Cock out and gagged—it would be hilarious if we dragged you up the stairs like this and left you at the main entrance of Gnarly Pines.”
Rhett snorts his amusement as he comes closer but pauses when he notices the bloody knife.
“Santi…” he starts.
“Yup?”
“I thought you checked Blair for weapons before we let her in here?”
“I did, why—Oh…” Santi’s eyes land on the knife sitting beside the first aid kit. His eyes dart up to me, then down to my bandaged chest. There, his eyes grow wide. “Ah, Rhett… lookie what our woman did.”
Rhett sighs as he comes to stand beside Santi rather than uncuff me right away. His eyes grow wide too.
“Fuck… Santi, is that the letter B bleeding through that bandage?”
The two of them exchange surprised looks before Rhett chuckles.
“Holy shit, she’s crazy,” he says through his laughter. “I fucking love it.”