Page 57 of Close Your Eyes

Even though my stomach churns at the thought of a wedding to that vile man.

Ledger hangs his head. “I’m sorry about what I said.”

“Why did you say it?”

He runs a hand down the lapel of his suit jacket. “Because I can’t think of any other reason why a purely beautiful soul like you would marry a jackass like him. You don’t love him.”

Our eyes are connected, and my breath comes out in fast pants as I try to focus on the words he’s saying.

But all I can hear is that he thinks I’ve got a pure and beautiful soul. If only he knew I’d sold my soul to the devil himself—Bane.

Chapter 19

Ledger

“Yes, I do love him,” she lies to me. She has to be fucking lying. She doesn’t love him. How can she?

There’s a fire burning deep inside me, causing a riot in my chest. A fucking war, raging on. It’s hard to breathe. I try to catch my breath, and gaze at Posey.

She’s so fucking pretty.

And there’s something else. Something deeper. I can’t explain it, and I definitely can’t help myself when I lean in to kiss her.

She accepts my kiss, opening her mouth and peeking out her tongue to meet with mine. Our hands grip each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My fingers sink into her silky strands, and I tug lightly, angling her mouth so I can get deeper.

My body grows harder as I press myself against her, needing to be as close as possible to her.

I shouldn’t be kissing her. I know this. She knows this.

But fuck, sometimes there’s things in life where you just can’t fucking help yourself. It’s not because you’re weak, it’s because there’s something bigger at play. A force you can’t quite identify, pushing you closer and closer toward the sin in question. I couldn’t not kiss her no matter how hard I try.

She moans, and the sound goes straight to my chest. Like bam. It’s embedded there now, her voice. Her sounds. Her sexy being. She’s a part of me now.

She doesn’t fucking love him.

I move my hand down her body, needing to feel her heat, needing to know if she’s wet just for me. I break the kiss as I move my hand under her dress.

“Ledger,” she whispers with wide blue eyes, but she doesn’t stop me.

“Has anyone ever touched you before?” I ask her, slipping her panties to the side.

She shakes her head quickly as her eyes roll back. “No,” she breathes out. “No one.”

I run my finger through her slickness, feeling this sense of pride wash over me at being the first man to feel her. I use my thumb against her clit, toying with it as I suck along her neck. “I can get you off better than he ever will,” I whisper close to her ear.

Her eyes challenge mine. “Do it,” she says, and I blink back at her.

Did I just hear her right?

I don’t think long and hard about it, but instead, I get to work, feeling her. Touching her. I need to taste her, but right now, in her bedroom, that’ll have to wait.

It may never happen.

All we have is the right here and now. And I’m happy with whatever she gives me.

I continue working her pussy, pushing the tip of my middle finger in. I can barely get it to my knuckle. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I breathe out.

She grips my shoulders, her leg hitching over my hip. “Ledger,” she moans out, and the sound of it turns me on even more.