Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Blair
“About. Damn. Time.” I hiss back at Ledger.
Heat billows through my veins—nearly hot enough to burn away all remnants left behind by Ledger’s betrayal.
Nearly.
Ledger’s hand squeezes my throat harder until I truly can’t breathe.
My heart rate spikes.
My pussy clenches around nothing.
The flare of madness I’d seen in Ledger’s eyes the night he confessed to his betrayal burns bright in those forest green eyes now.
“You had your fucking little guard dogs in the way or I would’ve—”
“Excuses,” I manage to rasp out. “You’re a coward.”
His insanity glows brighter at the insult.
The sight of it sends a sliver of uncertainty coursing through me.
Before that night, I'd never seen this side of Ledger.
I caught a glimpse of it after my first full day at Gnarly Pines when we were in the basement together. At the time, Ledger was warning me that while he wanted me, he’d be keeping his distance. Something had flickered in his eyes—I just hadn’t known exactly what I was seeing.
But it was this.
It was madness.
The chuckle that slips past Ledger’s lips is unnaturally soft and light. “You’re the coward, Blair. You threw down an ultimatum then tucked tail and ran to the others for safety.”
The taunt causes the blood in my veins to boil.
I bare my teeth at him, and he has the nerve to smile. This fucking asshole…
My fist makes contact with Ledger’s throat before I even realize I’ve made the conscious decision to attack.
A giggle slips past my lips as Ledger lets go, stumbling back as he coughs and sputters. God, that felt good. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I step forward.
“I’ll show how much of a coward I’m not, Sparrow,” I spit out as I reach down into my boot to pull the knife from its sheath.
Ledger sucks in a ragged gasp as his eyes narrow on me.
“You had nothing, Blair. I did what had to be done. You’re happy now.”
His comment registers but it takes a moment and when it does, it brings me up short.
He can’t be serious?
“Do I look happy, Ledger?”
I jump him, knife raised. Ledger sees it coming and ducks. I swing the knife back around and it nearly misses cutting through his neck. Ledger jerks back, out of reach of my knife, then freezes. He stares at me with those fucking beautiful green eyes, so wide and wild with insanity.
“This was a way for you to belong to me, Blair. It was the safest way for us to both have what we wanted.”
The incredulous laugh that bubbles up in my throat wobbles but only because I lunge at him.
Ledger grabs my outstretched wrist as my knife comes toward his face.
He yanks and jerks it up before twisting my arm around me and bringing my body back into his chest. With my body pressed against his, I can feel the long length of him pressed against my lower back.
Oh shit…
When I sunk down onto his cock, it was like experiencing hell and heaven simultaneously.
The stretch.
The burn.
The way we fit so perfectly together despite the cruelty of what he’s done… The memories come rushing back swiftly. Just thinking about it now has my thighs clenching together and my breath catching.
Having Ledger at my mercy had been such a thrill and under any other circumstances I probably never would’ve stopped impaling myself on him. But I knew if I continued in that moment, I would’ve broken down.
He was willing to let me suffer for the rest of my life—never knowing if I would ever be safe or if my dad was alive. Ledger had been deliberately cruel.
I understand why he did it.
I even find a small thrill that he would do this all for me.
But Ledger’s motives don’t blanket the hurt he caused.
His beard tickles against the back of my neck. “Do you really think you can best me? I taught you half the moves you—”
My head smashes into his face, and my elbow lands in his gut.
His body is hard—the elbow does nothing, but that face shot? Ledger snarls as he lets me go, stumbling back. When I whirl around, I leap at him. My body weight sends Ledger staggering back. He slams into the wall with a hard grunt.
I bring my knife up to gut the asshole.
Ledger shoves me away. Off balance, I awkwardly back away.
Ledger snarls—the sound deep and foreboding—then he’s lunging for me.
I don’t have my feet under me by the time he slams into me and we both go to the floor.
My back hits the ground while at the same time my knife skitters away.
Instinct has me lifting my knee and I catch Ledger right in the groin.
As he recoils with a short howl of pain, I roll away swiftly.
During my roll, I snag a hold of my blade’s handle.
Ledger’s not down and out for long. Ledger pounces, attempting to pin me to the floor. We roll, slamming into the island, then roll the other way as the other tries to gain the upper hand.
Ledger might be way bigger than me, but he’s injured and I’m pissed—giving me the upper hand. I almost manage to slam the tip of my knife into his eye before he flips us again.
“You should be thanking me!” He snarls as he gets me on my back and pins me to the floor. My arms flail, trying to avoid having him pin them down. “You’re the one who did this to me in the first place. You set it all in motion!”
He manages to capture both wrists in one hand and he slams them above me against the floor. When his grip becomes biting and my hold on my blade loosens, he plucks the weapon from my grip and tosses it away.
“Thank you? You’re delusional!” I snap.
“Yes,” Ledger agrees. The madness is a frenzy in his eyes now. They look like they’re crackling with embers as he stares wildly down at me. “I’ve fucking lost sight of reality, Blair. And it’s because of you.”
Reaching down, he yanks down my pants and panties in one rough tug until they’re more than halfway down my thighs.
My screech of fury does nothing as Ledger straddles my legs.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I warn him. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps. “The only thing you hate is that I haven’t fucked into your sweet cunt yet, Blair. Well guess what? I’m done holding back, darling.”
He unzips his fly and pulls out his large cock.
I shudder under the onslaught of desire that floods my veins at the sight of it and the precum gathering at the tip.
That desire merges with my anger—fueling it even more.
Swallowing hard, I attempt to jerk my wrists free of his hold. “Fuck you!”
Ledger snickers, the sound cold and detached.
Rather than respond, Ledger lets go of me only to quickly grab at my waist and flip me onto my stomach.
The rough manhandling takes me by surprise and knocks the breath out of me.
I claw at the ground, trying to crawl out from under him but Ledger’s grip tightens on my hips as he yanks them upwards—forcing my ass up too.
There’s a loud resounding crack and the sharp sting of his spank follows.
My back bows and a hiss of pain slips through my lips.
“Ledger!”
Rather than respond, Ledger’s dick impales me in one long, hard thrust.
Oh, shit.
I’m not ready.
The stretching and burning is mind-blowing. All thoughts scatter and I’m just left with a wordless exclamation of surprise roaring through me.
The sheer brutality of the impalement flips my world upside down. The feeling of becoming so full so suddenly—it steals my breath away.
When I gather enough air back into my lungs, I expel it once more but this time as a scream. The sound follows the tight clenching of my pussy around Ledger’s dick. I try to push myself up but Ledger leans over the length of my body and shoves my head down, forcing my cheek against the floor.
“You fight. You carve. You call names,” Ledger sneers. “But your pussy is so fucking wet, Blair. It accommodates me perfectly. You can’t hide how badly you want this when I’m so deep inside of you.”
“You’re a monster!”
Ledger chuckles, the sound ragged and broken. “I warned you that I was.”
I thrash beneath him, trying to escape the pain.
“I don’t want this. Get off!” I try to sound furious—like I mean the words falling from my lips.
My pussy bears down on Ledger to keep him from leaving.
“You want this as much as I do, Blair. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good little godchild.”
He pulls his dick out of me only to slam himself back in, without mercy.
I cry out again, choking on the pleasure that now accompanies my pain. My pussy clenches hungrily around him even as my stomach tenses.
“You fucking asshole!” I snarl.
I try to fight back, but with Ledger buried deep inside of me and cabinets just inches away from my face, I have nowhere to go. There’s nowhere to crawl to for freedom. When I try to lift my head off the floor, Ledger only applies more pressure.
“Where are you going, Blair? Isn’t this what you wanted—my attention? My dick? My soul? Well, you have all of it. C’mon, sleep in the bed you made, darling.” His taunt is a growl, deep and rumbling.
The sound is so fucking hot.
I hate it.
The only way I know how to handle the conflicting feelings is to distract myself by striking back. This time, I do it with words.
“Is this how you fucked Ashleigh?” I ask mockingly, wincing at the sound of her name on my tongue.
For a fraction of a second, Ledger stills.
That does something to me. Is the pause a guilty admission? I take it as such because what else could it be? Resentment rises like bile in my throat as I realize that maybe he did use her like this. Wes had said that he didn’t believe Ledger fucked her but what if…?
Anger and hurt and jealousy flare up and I can’t stop myself from adding, “Did she call you ‘godfather’? Did you make her beg for you? Do I live up to the fantasy you used her for or am I falling short—”
The grip on my face tightens before Ledger pulls out and slams back into me with a punishing thrust. Fuck, that hurt. Tears spring to my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.