Page 126 of Split You Open

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.

“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.