Page 51 of Little Spider

“You’re not done yet,” he whispers, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “You’re not even close to done.”

I squirm, but he just tightens his grip, pulling me down so I’m flush against the hardness in his jeans. The friction makes me gasp, and his smirk deepens. “There it is,” he murmurs, his mouth ghosting over my jaw, teeth grazing my skin. “That little noise you make when you’re too desperate to pretend.”

I try to twist out of his hold, but he catches my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one hand, forcing me to arch against him. His other hand slides up my back, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat.

His mouth moves down my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, and I can’t help the whimper that slips free. He hums, clearly pleased, and drags his tongue over the mark he’s just made. “You belong to me now,” he growls. “I’m going to mark every inch of you, make sure you remember who owns you.”

My breath shudders out, and I feel his hand slide under my shirt, rough palm grazing my ribs. He yanks the fabric up, baring my chest to the cold air, and I gasp, trying to twist away. He just laughs, one hand still pinning my wrists, the other squeezing my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple.

“You look so pretty like this,” he taunts, his tongue flicking over the tight peak, lips latching on and sucking hard. I can’t stop the moan that bursts out of me, my hips rocking against him despite myself.

“You hate it, don’t you?” he whispers against my skin, biting down hard enough to make me jolt. “Hate that you’re so fucking needy, that you’re dripping just because I’m touching you.”

I grit my teeth, trying to fight back a sob, but he thrusts his hips up, grinding against my core, and I’m lost again, helpless against the wave of need crashing through me.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and wicked. “You’re a mess,” he murmurs, his hand slipping between us, fingers tracing the wet spot on my sweatpants. “Soaked through. You really can’t help it, can you?”

My face burns, and I try to pull away, but he just flips me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them apart. I thrash, but he presses down harder, holding me in place with his weight.

He tugs my pants down, leaving me bare and vulnerable, and his gaze rakes over me, predatory and possessive. “Don’t move,” he warns, his tone sharp. “If you fight me, I’ll make it rougher.”

My stomach clenches, and I can’t tell if it’s fear or anticipation. He leans down, his lips brushing over my navel, then lower, until his mouth is hovering just above my pussy. I squirm, but he holds me still, his hands bruising my hips.

“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” he whispers, hot breath ghosting over my skin. “Waking up soaked, wishing someone would just take control, make you feel something real.”

I don’t answer, but he doesn’t wait for permission. His tongue flicks out, tracing a slow line up my slit, and I can’t help the way my back arches, a gasp tearing from my throat.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he growls, diving in, tongue thrusting deep before dragging up to circle my clit. I can’t hold back, my legs trembling, fingers clutching at the sheets.

He grips my thighs harder, forcing them apart when I try to close them around his head. “No, Little Spider. You’re going totake this. You’re going to let me devour you until you forget your own name.”

I try to muffle my cries, but his fingers slide inside, stretching me, and his mouth works relentlessly, sucking and licking, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. I’m drowning, every nerve on fire, and I can’t think past the way his mouth and hands own me, tearing me apart piece by piece.

He pulls back just enough to growl, “You’re not cumming yet.” He slides up my body, pressing his clothed cock against me, rubbing slowly and cruelly.

“You’re going to beg for it,” he whispers. “You’re going to look me in the eyes and admit how much you need me to fuck you.”

I shake my head, but he grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Say it.”

I can’t. I can’t let him win. But he grinds harder, his fingers still buried inside me, and I’m so close, my mind a haze of heat and need. “Say it, or I’ll stop.”

The threat pulls a sob from my throat, and I feel tears welling up. “Please…”

His eyes glint with triumph. “Please what? Say the words.”

I bite my lip until it bleeds, but he twists his fingers just right, and I break. “Please fuck me,” I whisper, my voice wrecked and desperate. “I need you.”

He kisses me hard, biting down on my lower lip, and I taste blood. “Good girl. I’m going to ruin you.”

He pulls off his shirt, and I can’t help but stare—broad shoulders, lean muscle, tattoos crawling over his skin like shadows. He presses his bare chest to mine, pinning me down, grinding his cock against me through his jeans, making me whimper.

He leans down, lips brushing my ear. “I’ll make you scream my name, Little Spider. I’ll make sure you never forget who owns you.”

I can’t fight the way I’m falling apart, can’t hold back the way my body responds to every touch, every brutal kiss. He owns me.

And I’m too far gone to pretend I don’t want it.

His mouth is everywhere—on my neck, dragging his teeth over my pulse, down my collarbone where he bites hard enough to make me gasp. His hands are relentless, rough and demanding, pinning my wrists above my head like he knows I’ll try to fight.