Chapter 27 #2
“I haven’t so much as kissed another woman since you planted your lips on mine,” Ledger promises in a voice so deep and sinister that I don’t recognize the man who spoke.
“The only woman my body craves is you. You ruined me, Blair. You destroyed what good there was and I can do nothing to combat it. My body and my soul have made the decree that they belong to you. Ashleigh sat in that cage bored out of her fucking mind because I wouldn’t touch her. ”
The announcement that he hasn’t slept with anyone since that kiss, delivered with both solemnity and frustration, extinguishes the jealousy that I refused to believe has been there since I learned of Ashleigh’s existence.
When Ledger thrusts into me again, it’s hard but not punishing. Not like before. My pussy squeezes around him as he pulls out of me in an agonizingly slow move. Then he slams back into me. Pleasure coils deep in my lower abdomen. He does this again and again.
Determined not to enjoy my time with the man who destroyed my life, I try to scramble away but with his weight bearing down on me and with every thrust he drives the breath from my lungs—the struggle is futile. I can feel myself grow wetter each time he pulls out and rams into me.
It hurts.
And yet it feels so damn good.
When I scream again, this time it morphs into a deep, guttural groan.
“Ah, there you go,” Ledger growls, his words ringing with approval. “Letting go of your inhibitions. Letting me have control. Letting me have you.”
I wish he’d shut up.
Yet with every thrust, Ledger seems to grow heady with power.
“I wish you could see how fucking good you look stretched around my cock. You have such a pretty pussy.”
Stop it…
“I knew you’d feel like this—so wet, so perfect. And those sounds you’re making…”
I’m not making sounds… am I?
I choke on a whimper when I realize that I am vocalizing how good he feels. A traitorous moan slips past my defenses.
Ledger inhales deeply, like a feral predator on the hunt, and the growl that rumbles through him goes right down into his dick and into me. A hard tremor rushes through me in response.
“I can smell you, Blair. Fuck, it’s driving me mad.”
“Shut up and fuck me like the madman you claim to be!” I snap, willing my body to calm down, to simply endure—not enjoy. It doesn’t listen.
Ledger laughs darkly.
Then he really begins rutting into me.
The pain is incomprehensible
And the pleasure is irrefutable.
The mixture of the two is taking me to an edge I didn’t even know I had. Sweat beads on my skin. The sound of our flesh slapping together in the kitchen is disgustingly erotic and a damning melody in my ears. There’s no stopping the cries, whimpers, and guttural groans that bubble out of me.
In this forceful, delicious claiming—I find myself unable to think, only feel.
And what I feel is as electrifying and dangerous as a storm.
Ledger doesn’t relent.
There isn’t a moment where he takes a beat to reassess how roughly he takes me.
And I’m glad.
This is Ledger—the cruel, hard man my father befriended. This here is an unbridled fuck coming from a man whose face I would know in a hundred lifetimes, but whose soul I should be running far away from.
And god, does it feel so damn good.
Over and over he cruelly pumps into me.
I push my hips back, begging wordlessly for more.
When my orgasm strikes, it ripples through me so powerfully that I swear I’m changed on a molecular level. My pussy grabs a hold of Ledger so tightly that he’s forced into drilling into me with shallow, rather than deep, thrusts.
I open my mouth to scream but I’m not sure if any words, or sound, actually comes out.
The world around me turns white as I cum and all I can think about is how I never want this bliss to end. My body convulses as I struggle to breathe and remember my name. When I do come back down from the momentary high, I find that Ledger’s not done. Not even close to it.
He pulls out of me the moment my body relaxes enough for him to do so. Immediately, I’m struck with a startling sense of loss and emptiness.
I don’t have time to gather my wit.
Hell, I don’t even have time to catch my breath.
Ledger’s hands retreat from around my waist and from the back of my head but only so that he can reach down to grab my hips.
He flips me around and I land on my back.
The wheeze that slips out and my wince is ignored.
Ledger rips my pants off the rest of the way without much fight from me.
Then he comes to loom over me. The grin that stretches across his face is wide and manic.
I’ve never seen it before and the sight of it now makes my stomach drop in fear.
And excitement.
“I wish I’d known how fucking good you felt, darling,” Ledger says, still grinning as he grabs my legs, one in each hand. “I would’ve thrown caution to the wind a long time ago.”
I try to reach out to grab something, anything, to steady myself as he folds my legs back toward my chest but there’s no purchase anywhere. As I’m folded in half, Ledger lines his glistening cock, dripping at the tip with precum and coated with my arousal, to the entrance of my pussy.
“Ledger…” I whimper.
I’m not sure what I’m asking him for. Mercy? More of this ruthlessness? Am I using his name as a prayer? A curse?
He sinks himself into me with another rough jerk of his hips.
I choke on a cry as my head bows back.
In this position, Ledger sinks into me—impossibly deep. My eyes slam shut again as I try to work through the emotions rioting through me.
“Look at me, Blair.”
I shake my head as he slowly pulls out of me.
“I said look at me!”
“Fuck you!” I manage to spit out.
Ledger leans over me, using his hips to keep my legs bent back. His hand grips my chin in a biting hold.
“I said…” he growls, the warmth of his breath hitting my face. “Look. At. Me!”
His hold on my face becomes painful and my eyes shoot open in alarm.
I’m met with a pair of forest green eyes, so dark and full of a dizzying frenzy.
They’re so familiar and yet… not. How many times have I dreamed of these same eyes?
I’d know them anywhere. But they shine with something new and bright.
Ledger’s hips begin moving in that same, deliciously punishing pistoning but his eyes don’t leave mine.
“You asked for this,” he says, baring his teeth at me. Letting go of my chin, he braces a hand beside my head to help hold himself up as he buries himself inside of me over and over again.
“No.”
“You did,” he growls, thrusting into me harder.
I cry out but refuse to admit such a crime.
I didn’t force him to pin me to this floor—he had the option to kill me. To end all of this before anyone else can get hurt. But he didn’t choose that option.
“You stole what little good there was in me with a single fucking kiss,” he grunts out.
Oh… that.
“That was the beginning of the end,” Ledger spits out. “For me. For you. For both of our futures… You kissed me and everything changed.”
I changed him? This is my doing?
Something dark in me purrs its approval. It likes the thought of being Ledger’s demise.
“I fought this for so fucking long…” Ledger pauses to let out a deep, hearty groan. His pace begins to become less brutal and more erratic.
He must be close to his release.
Good.
Because pleasure is beginning to coil in my lower abdomen again. It sizzles through my veins. My heart races under the intensity of it.
“Now,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I see that I’ve been fighting the inevitable."
My toes curl and I whimper.
Yes.
Ledger and I have been inevitable.
The thought sends me over the edge abruptly. I scream—the sound raspy as my lungs burn and my vocal chords grow raw. My body milks Ledger’s, convulsing around him so intensely that it drags him over the edge too.
Ledger snarls as he sinks all the way in me. He stills as he spills his release, as deep as he can possibly get it. At the feel of him filling me, my pussy spasms hard, sending aftershocks—nearly as powerful as the orgasm— rushing through me
Our eyes remain locked as Ledger finishes inside of me.
Even when he’s done and his body begins to relax, neither one of us look away.
I watch as the madness in his eyes begins to dim. Clarity returns slowly, one languished blink at a time.
It’s not until we’ve both caught our breaths does Ledger pull out. Rather than abrupt, the motion is slow and careful. Still, I’m left feeling bereft. Ledger sits up, grabbing my legs as he does, and brings them back down to the floor to place them around his body where he kneels.
The adrenaline that has been coursing through my veins, along with the anger and hurt, fades away. With their departure comes a wave of grief and confusion. They swell up so quickly that I don't have time to process why I feel this way.
My body begins to tremble and tears sting my eyes.
I gasp for air but the motion is hollow.
Shame joins the fray as I realize I’m about to fall apart in front of the one man I never wanted to break down in front of. As Ledger tucks himself back into his pants, I throw an arm over my eyes to cover up signs of my weakness.
Not that it helps disguise anything.
Not when a weak sob breaks free or as my body trembles harder.
“Blair…”
Suddenly, I’m scooped up off the kitchen floor. My arm falls away from my face so that I can turn and hide my tears into the fabric of Ledger’s shirt as he pulls me into his chest. He carries me across the kitchen, over to the island and places me on the edge.
The minute I’m out of his arms, my hands cover my face as I openly weep.
Ledger leaves me there.
I hear him move around the kitchen, but I don’t care enough to wonder what he’s doing.
He’s back a minute later. I only know because I can feel his shadow descend over me and the scuffling of his boots. His hands land on my knees to pull them apart. A warm, wet rag is dragged through me to clean away the mess he’s made.
I flinch, aching now that we’re done.
“Blair, I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
There’s no missing the double meaning behind his words.