Page 127 of Split You Open

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.”